"In any case, whether the raw material in ng Po’s hand is mine or not, he is dood to lose."
After An Yiqing finished speaking, she turned her head to look at Duan Ziqing standing behind Duan Jingning, a hint of admiration flashed in her clear eyes.
"Mr. Duan, thank you for today’s matters."
"No, no, it’s what I should have done." Duan Ziqing’s handso face reddened, awkwardly shaking his head, lowering it in embarrassnt, "Miss An, it was my immaturity that almost caused a big disaster before. If it wasn’t for you saving Elder Peng, my father would never be at peace in this lifeti. Elder Peng, Miss An, I’m sorry!"
After speaking, Duan Ziqing bowed at a ninety-degree angle to An Yiqing and Peng Shaohe.
"You brat, you look much more pleasing to the eye than before! Fine, fine, it’s all just a childish mistake. Elders watched you grow up, how can we hold grudges against our own nephews?" Sitting on the sofa, Peng Shaohe waved his hand dismissively, smiling as he spoke to Duan Jingning with a complicated expression, "Old Duan, that’s enough. This kid has suffered much these days; don’t you feel for him? Ziqing is essentially good natured, look at today, did such a great thing!"
Duan Jingning, with a knitted brow, glanced at the bowed Duan Ziqing, a complex expression in his eyes, let out a deep sigh, then looked towards An Yiqing.
"Elder Duan, there are no overnight feuds between father and son. The grievances between Duan Ziqing and have long been settled since that banquet. You’ve hit him, scolded him, but a prodigal who returns is worth more than gold; he should be given a chance, right?" An Yiqing clearly noticed the pain and hesitation in Duan Jingning’s eyes and was happy to play the peacemaker to give him a way out. Moreover, today’s events were indeed thanks to Duan Ziqing, if not for his tily report, the outco would have been unimaginable.
Thinking of the disgraced ng Po, An Yiqing’s gaze turned cold again. This is not over!
With a thought, An Yiqing withdrew her coldness, turning her gaze to Peng Shaohe.
"Grandpa Peng, how did you find out about ng Po’s conspiracy?" When Peng Shaohe suddenly appeared, it indeed surprised and delighted her, thinking he was here to watch the competition, only to find out he was here to help.
"Hmm, who am I? King Xinsheng! Not to ntion this little Yushi City, even the entire Country Fei has my spies! Though ng Po is famous, at most he’s just a stone player, how could he compare with , a life player?" Peng Shaohe snorted arrogantly, speaking with pride.
Peng Ze’s eyelid twitched, unable to stand his own grandpa, stood up and took An Yiqing’s small hand.
"Sister Xiao Qing, Grandpa has a trusted aide in Yushi City who arranged a spy there. When ng Po sent people to swap things, the spy happened to witness it. He planned to report this information, but got held up by other matters, so Grandpa only learned about it this morning and rushed over. Luckily, Sister Xiao Qing, you’re alright; that ng Po was truly despicable!" Peng Ze held An Yiqing’s hand tightly, face full of indignation.
Suddenly, he felt a chill in the room, as if despite the glaring sun outside, he was standing in the cold wind.
Shivering, Peng Ze turned his head in confusion, locking eyes with the icy gaze of Gu Yelin.
In an instant, Peng Ze felt his body freeze from head to toe, even finding it hard to breathe.
Terrified, he widened his eyes in disbelief, looking at the unimposing middle-aged man in front of him, trembling all over.
At this mont, everyone else noticed Peng Ze’s abnormality too. Peng Shaohe frowned, quickly standing up.
"Xiao Ze, don’t be afraid, he’s one of us." An Yiqing helplessly gave Gu Yelin a faint glare, reached out to pat Peng Ze’s shoulder, slowly transmitting inner breath into his body.
Suddenly, Peng Ze gasped for air like a drowning person finally rescued ashore. He moved his stiff body laboriously, recalling the near-death sensation with lingering fear.
"Sister Xiao Qing..."
"Girl Qing, who is he?" Before Peng Ze could finish, Peng Shaohe stepped forward and asked in a deep voice. His sharp eyes bore down on Gu Yelin, his entire aura exploded, and an invisible pressure filled the room.
Ruan Xue and Zhang Yuksheng, with lower cultivation, stepped back several steps, drenched in sweat by the pressure from Peng Shaohe.
This was Peng Shaohe’s true strength, the renowned King Xinsheng, how could he possibly be just a re brute?!
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