Chapter 1129: Chapter 1118: Praising Kill
“Flattery to the point of destruction? How exactly?”
Ning Qingfeng asked with a hint of doubt.
“Isn’t it simple? Once a person achieves the result they desire, they beco complacent and overly confident. At that mont, their guard is weakest. Besides, if Ning Fan wants to be the next Family Head successor,
this news must be spread in advance. Father, Ning Qiankun, will surely choose an auspicious day to host a banquet, inviting prominent figures from Dragon City to formally announce this news. At that mont, is when we take action.”
Nalan Yanfeng exhaled a puff of smoke, her lips turning even redder, with a hint of allure.
But this allure was destined not to belong to Ning Qingfeng.
Ning Qingfeng turned his head to the side, unmoved, and coldly said, “At that ti, the place will be full of guests. Once we act, killing Ning Fan will surely intimidate the lesser n, and I can take the opportunity to beco the next Family Head successor.”
“Not quite, not quite!”
Nalan Yanfeng’s beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, waving the cigarette in her hand, ash falling to the ground, swirling in the wind.
“Before your father, Ning Qiankun, announces this matter, and as the banquet is about to take place, Ning Fan will be basking in success, appearing at the last mont. At that ti, his defenses won’t be tight.
We can ambush him before he enters the banquet. Without Ning Fan in that setting, how can your father, Ning Qiankun, announce his Family Head successor?”
Gently pressing the cigarette butt into the ashtray, Nalan Yanfeng, with a hint of coldness in her charming eyes, laughed softly, “Once the news of Ning Fan’s death is known, coupled with your brother Ning Jianyang already dead, and Ning Qiankun’s announcent of the family successor becoming inevitable, the only candidate left is you. Tell , what choice would Lin Qiankun have?”
“Yes, indeed.”
Ning Qingfeng slapped Nalan Yanfeng’s thigh with a pattering sound, a trace of pride in his eyes, “Wife, how co I never realized before that you were a female Zhuge?”
“By the ti you realized, pigs would already be climbing trees. It’s too late now; I’m destined not to be your confidante. We’re rely in a marriage of convenience.”
Nalan Yanfeng, with a trace of fragrance, shook off Ning Qingfeng’s hand, turned around, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the bustling traffic below, the sound of horns like a grand symphony.
At that mont, she seed like a queen, overlooking her domain.
Ning Qingfeng sat on the bed, watching her back, feeling a sense of unfamiliarity.
After all these stormy years, although there was no love between husband and wife, there was the reality of being a couple.
For the first ti, he realized that Nalan Yanfeng’s unknown side was so extraordinarily clever.
If this woman could be utterly devoted to him, she would undoubtedly be a wise inner supporter, with an undeniably strong influence on him.
Thinking of this, he smiled with a smirk and walked over to Nalan Yanfeng, trying to embrace her.
Nalan Yanfeng sneered with disdain and slapped him.
With a crisp sound.
A bright five-finger mark appeared on Ning Qingfeng’s face.
Ning Qingfeng covered his face, indecisiveness playing across his features, wanting to react but recognizing that now was not the ti.
Nalan Yanfeng wiggled her waist and walked out, her voice trailing off.
“Ning Qingfeng, what little you have can’t satisfy . We’re rely putting on an act, don’t take it seriously.”
Then, with a bang, the door opened and closed.
That graceful figure disappeared from Ning Qingfeng’s view, waking him with a start. He gritted his teeth, secretly vowing, “Nalan Yanfeng, you won’t escape my grasp. Once I take control of the Ning Family, consolidate my power, you’ll obediently kneel at my feet, licking my toes. If you dare disobey, the Nalan Family will be suppressed by the Ning Family in an instant, reduced to ashes.”
In his imagination, the ti slipped by swiftly.
In a matter of days, Ning Jianyang’s funeral proceeded as scheduled, and he was laid to rest perfectly.
Everyone speculated about how the eldest son of the Ning Family died.
But at the end of the funeral, Ning Qiankun released a ssage, that three days later, another banquet would be held at the Ning Family, inviting relatives, friends, and prominent figures from Dragon City, to announce the next Ning Family head successor.
This bombshell left everyone stunned.
After all, with Ning Jianyang just buried, announcing the next Family Head at this ti seed exceedingly strange.
However, Ning Qiankun himself couldn’t express his predicant. Knowing his health was failing and days numbered, he couldn’t delay in deciding the successor for fear of further familial strife erupting.
So, it was best to determine it early, lest endless possibilities arise.
Ning Fan also received this news but felt no excitent.
With significant influence both internationally and dostically in Huaxia,
whether holding titles like Phantom Asura or ‘Lord Nine’ could conquer countless figures.
Thus, being the Ning Family head was rather inconsequential to him.
All in all, Ning Fan was already an uncrowned king, receiving respect wherever he went.
Besides, the position of Ning Family head might appear lucrative, but it’s like a rope, binding his hands and feet, adding prestige but losing freedom.
However, the mont called for his action. Only by agreeing to be the Ning Family head successor could Ning Qiankun tell him Lan’er’s whereabouts.
That was of utmost importance!
After all, Lan’er’s plight was heartbreaking. During Ning Fan’s past ordeal, she bravely stepped forward, using her own body to shield him from the rain of arrows and blades, almost losing her life.
At the ti, Ning Fan thought she was dead, but after returning to the Ning Family, Ning Qiankun’s words revealed Lan’er was still alive.
Thus, Ning Fan must beco the Ning Family head successor to get information about Lan’er.
Ning Fan had already decided that even as the Ning Family head successor, he wouldn’t be bound, continuing to live freely.
And Ning Qiankun’s wish to tie him down was rely due to his own health decline, with death looming.
But who was Ning Fan?
The Divine Doctor!
Concocting Spirit Pills or using unparalleled needle techniques could easily extend Ning Qiankun’s life for another decade without a hitch.
This ti would allow Ning Fan to search for Lan’er, rekindling their bond.
Of course, finding his master couldn’t be neglected, pursuing both objectives with equal vigor.
On the following morning,
Ning Fan entered the Ning Family, ready to discuss related matters with Ning Qiankun.
However, he saw Ning Qingfeng and Nalan Yanfeng approaching leisurely, their faces wearing faint smiles.
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