Inside the house.
Wang Qintan looked at Jiang Ning, revealing a forced smile.
"It’s good that you’re okay!" Jiang Ning reached out and patted.
He could see that Wang Qintan did not want to say much.
Since that’s the case, he stopped asking.
"Do you want to have breakfast?" Jiang Ning asked again.
"Yes, wait for !" Wang Qintan nodded imdiately.
She hurriedly lifted the thin blanket, exposing her white and tender feet.
She glanced at Jiang Ning, then quickly withdrew them.
"Then I’ll go out first!" Jiang Ning retracted his gaze and smiled.
Watching Jiang Ning and Lv Yi leave, the ease on Wang Qintan’s face disappeared.
"Am I going to die?" She murmured inwardly, feeling sowhat heavyhearted.
In her sleep, she once again awoke many mory fragnts, her mind subrged in those flying mories, unable to awaken.
She was really a bit scared at this mont, afraid of being swallowed by those mories.
She would no longer be herself.
If her mories were to be overwheld by the mories of her past life, would she still be herself?
She often pondered this question.
"Perhaps, when that ti really cos, I won’t be myself anymore!" Wang Qintan showed a bitter smile at the corner of her mouth.
She could clearly feel that the state of being deeply asleep without waking was becoming more frequent lately.
The ergence of awakened mories in her mind was also becoming more frequent.
If things continued like this, once the amount of those mories exceeded her nearly twenty years of mories, she feared she would silently transform into another person.
She was no longer herself!
As thoughts turned in her heart, she looked at the disappearing figure of Jiang Ning in the doorway, pursed her red lips, and then got out of bed again.
A mont later.
Wang Qintan was neatly dressed, washed, and appeared before Jiang Ning.
Lips as red as vermilion.
Clearly, she had done a little dressing up.
"Do I look good like this?" she asked Jiang Ning, while swaying her skirt.
"Good looking!" Jiang Ning sincerely nodded.
During breakfast.
Jiang Ning also asked about Wang Qintan’s situation in detail.
Knowing that Wang Qintan and her father had made no promises to Prince Huaian, he felt relieved.
Bai Hesong.
He wasn’t worried.
Being the second son of Prince Huaian, he wasn’t worried either.
But Prince Huaian as a person, he couldn’t ignore.
He was soone who gained the title of king through Martial Arts alone, an Alien King which in the ancient environnt of the past life, would be seeking death.
But in this world, it’s different.
A Martial Arts Peak expert, a one-man army, one could break through a city alone.
Such an expert being titled as an Alien King, political struggles cannot deal with such experts.
...
After breakfast.
Jiang Ning continued practicing in the courtyard, practicing Vajra Immortal Body.
The Glazed Treasure Fla was still exerting its effects within his body, not fully digested yet.
In such a situation, each passing day naturally increased his Source Energy Points.
That’s why he’s now working hard to max out the experience value of Vajra Immortal Body.
To further strengthen his physical body and deepen his foundational roots.
And Wang Qintan went out at this mont.
According to her, she had to write a reply to her father.
On the other side.
White Crane Martial Arts Hall.
"Master, that’s the situation!" A young man respectfully spoke to an elder whose stature resembled a crane.
This elder, with silver hair covering his head, was the master of this martial arts hall.
Bai Hesong.
The true elder Grandmaster in Guangning City.
He hadn’t entered the ranks of Heavenly Human Grandmaster yet.
But he had completed three Blood Transfusions.
Though old and frail, his Qi-Blood was not as vigorous as at the Peak, severing the path forward.
But his strength was far greater than that of average Grandmasters.
Because his age hadn’t truly reached old age, he was rely in the decline phase.
If during this period, he could acquire miraculous Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, or the help of a Life-extending Fruit, reattaining the Peak, further advancing beyond would not be impossible.
Inside the Martial Arts Hall.
After listening to the report from his disciple, Bai Hesong gently nodded.
"The eldest daughter of County Governor Wang is indeed a suitable match for Lord Jiang, similar in age!"
"Master ans... to make a match?" The young disciple hesitated.
Bai Hesong glared at his dim-witted disciple: "Your master arranged soone to build bridges, which sparked the interest of Prince Huaian’s second son, who specially ca from Huai’an Prefecture to see the eldest daughter of the Dongling County Governor."
"Do you think I’d go to such lengths to make a match?"
Hearing this.
The young disciple bowed: "Apologies for my foolishness!"
"Co on! Now go and bring your Junior Sister over here. Lodging in a man’s house, if word spreads, it won’t be a good reputation. If things go awry, it won’t only offend Lord Jiang but also Prince Huaian’s second son."
"Creating a situation where neither side is pleased is even worse!"
Hearing Bai Hesong’s words.
The young disciple bowed quickly: "I’ll go now and call upon my fellow disciples to set out together."
"That’s fine, strength in numbers, pressurize Lord Jiang with force if necessary, this way it won’t lead to direct conflict, maintaining future latitude for negotiation!" Bai Hesong spoke.
"Understood!" the young disciple replied.
"Oh right!" Bai Hesong added another remark: "Rember to call your eldest senior, your eldest senior’s Martial Arts Realm has already reached Grandmaster, it’s almost catching up to the master, additionally he holds the post of chief constable in the governnt, Lord Jiang will likely have to show your eldest senior so respect!"
"Should I call my eldest senior now?" the young disciple asked.
"Go!" Bai Hesong nodded.
...
At the sixth quarter of the Hour of Si.
After sending the letter, Wang Qintan returned.
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