Chapter 127: The Conspiracy Unfolds
Jiang Tianzong looked at the blood-red small box in his hand. This small box appeared ordinary on the outside, but it gave him an exceptionally uncomfortable feeling.
He cautiously refrained from reaching out to take it immediately, instead asking, “Master, this is…?”
A hoarse, elderly laugh came from the door crack: “Good stuff, something that can let you control the Little Lucky Girl and obtain the good fortune on her body. Good stuff.”
Jiang Tianzong’s eyes brightened. He wiped his hand on his clothes, padded his hand with his long sleeve, and carefully took the blood-red small box from his hand, holding it especially cautiously.
That voice continued, “However… Jiang Tianzong, you must understand that fortune is conserved. If you want to obtain the good fortune on the Little Lucky Girl, you absolutely cannot treat her well. Only if she lives poorly will the Jiang family obtain more good fortune.”
Jiang Tianzong’s eyes darkened slightly: “I understand this.” The Master had told him this from the beginning, and this was also the reason he had allowed Jiang Yueyao and Jiang Xinxin to make things difficult for Nan Yuanman.
It’s just…
Jiang Tianzong’s hand holding the blood-red small box tightened slightly, his eyes deep: “She has now been taken away by the Feng family. With the Jiang family’s current strength… we cannot contend against the Shangjing Feng family.”
“Master, you must help me.”
“I can help you.” The voice from the door crack continued, “But you, what reward can you give me?”
Reward…
Jiang Tianzong’s lips pursed slightly, falling into difficulty. The Jiang family had been worshipping the Master for nearly ten years, and the Jiang family could not have achieved their current status without the Master’s help.
But he also knew that ordinary gold, silver, jewelry, property, and beauties did not interest the Master. The only thing he was interested in was some strange materials from the Mystic Sect.
He, an ordinary person, where could he get Mystic Sect materials?
A flash of inspiration struck Jiang Tianzong’s mind, a trace of conflict flashing across his face. He gritted his teeth: “I wonder if the Master needs a child born in a yin year, yin month, yin hour…”
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Jiang family.
As soon as Jiang Xinxin got home, she wailed and complained to Ge Peiyao. She also knew that since the family reunion banquet, Ge Peiyao had Nan Yuanman on her mind, so she cleverly didn’t directly say who had bullied her, just cried.
No matter how heartbroken and sad Ge Peiyao was about Bai Wenyin’s death, seeing her granddaughter, whom she had raised and cherished since childhood, crying so grievously still made her heart ache terribly.
She held Jiang Xinxin, who was sobbing hard, and couldn’t help but complain to Jiang Chuyun, who was sitting on the sofa looking dejected and disheveled: “Third Child, how do you act as an uncle? Letting people bully our Xin Xin like that outside?”
Jiang Chuyun rubbed his aching brow, looking at Jiang Xinxin leaning in Ge Peiyao’s arms, not daring to face him, with a complicated expression on his face. He pursed his lips and said honestly, “Mom, she bullied Nan Yuanman first, and it was also she who pushed Nan Yuanman into the river first.”
“Feng Langqing backed Nan Yuanman up and scared her by saying he would call the police to arrest her, that’s why she cried so hard.”
Jiang Xinxin had originally thought that once back at the Jiang family, her third uncle would side with her against outsiders and help her push all the blame onto Nan Yuanman. She had never expected him to state the truth so bluntly, and her crying stopped for a moment.
When Ge Peiyao heard Jiang Chuyun say this, she thought she had misheard. She spoke in disbelief: “What did you say? Xin Xin, pushed Yuanman into the river?”
Jiang Chuyun nodded heavily: “Yes.”
“How is that possible?” Ge Peiyao looked incredulously at Jiang Xinxin in her arms, who had her eyes downcast with a guilty look: “Xin Xin has always been so obedient and well-behaved since childhood, how could she… do such a thing? Xin Xin, is what your third uncle said true?”
“It’s not true!” Jiang Xinxin nervously pinched her fingers, instinctively lying to defend herself: “I-I didn’t stand steady and accidentally fell, that’s how I pushed Nan Yuanman. I didn’t do it on purpose.”
“Then why did you say Nan Yuanman pushed you into the river?” Jiang Chuyun asked sternly with a serious expression.
He had realized that this niece he had watched grow up was not as innocent and pure as she appeared on the surface.
“I-I…” Jiang Xinxin’s face turned red from holding back, unable to come up with a defense. She simply kicked her legs and burst into loud cries: “I don’t know! I want Mommy, waaah!!”
“What are you crying for?” Just then, Jiang Tianzong walked in from outside. Hearing Jiang Xinxin’s crying, he frowned irritably and spoke in a deep voice.
“Dad.” Seeing Jiang Tianzong, Jiang Chuyun instinctively stood up to greet him, then honestly recounted the friction between Jiang Xinxin and him and Nan Yuanman on the baby variety show.
Jiang Tianzong was worrying about how to find an excuse to get close to Nan Yuanman. After all, because of Bai Wenyin, her relationship with the Jiang family was now very tense, and the Feng family was watching her closely. Playing the emotional card wouldn’t allow the Feng family to let them near her.
He hadn’t expected a ready-made excuse to come knocking now. Sure enough, heaven still favored the Jiang family.
Jiang Tianzong concealed the dark gleam in his eyes and looked seriously at Jiang Xinxin, who was fearfully hiding in Ge Peiyao’s arms: “Xin Xin, what did Grandpa teach you before? If you do something wrong, you must bravely admit it, not make excuses to quibble.”
“Tomorrow, you come with me to the Feng family to find your sister Yuanman and apologize to her!”
Jiang Xinxin dared to make a fuss in front of Ge Peiyao and dared to make a fuss in front of her uncles, but she didn’t dare make a fuss in front of Jiang Tianzong at all, because she knew Jiang Tianzong wouldn’t indulge her.
She sniffled expectantly toward Ge Peiyao, hoping she would speak up to help her. She didn’t want to go apologize to Nan Yuanman; that would be so embarrassing.
Ge Peiyao hesitated to speak but finally said, “Listen to your Grandpa.”
Nan Yuanman was no longer the child without backing she used to be; she had the Feng family, the Feng family that she couldn’t afford to offend.
More than that… she also wanted to see Nan Yuanman and ask more about Bai Wenyin.
A trace of resentment flashed in Jiang Xinxin’s eyes. She thoroughly hated Nan Yuanman in her heart and was also particularly dissatisfied with Ge Peiyao and Jiang Tianzong, but she didn’t dare show it. She nodded while sniffling: “G-Got it.”
At the same time.
Nan Yuanman had just boarded the airplane when Jiang Lixuan, who had rushed over posthaste, finally found Hundred Fox Village. He found Feng Langqing but heard from him the bad news that Nan Yuanman had already left.
Feng Langqing was already unhappy about the child being snatched away. Seeing Jiang Lixuan arrive, he crossed his arms and sneered coldly: “Your Jiang family is really interesting. Clearly both are nominal uncles—one desperately bullies Yuanman, while the other comes pretending to care about her, saying he treats her well.”
“What, are you playing good cop bad cop?”
Jiang Lixuan’s face flushed red: “I didn’t…”
He truly wanted Yuanman to be well.
“Jiang Lixuan, if you really care about Yuanman, then you Jiang family members should never appear in front of her to disturb her again.” Feng Langqing finished bluntly and directly closed the door to send him off.
Jiang Lixuan stood at the doorway, took a deep breath, rubbed his aching brow wearily, pursed his lips, turned around, and left hurriedly.
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On the helicopter.
Nan Yuanman wore noise-canceling headphones, lay by the window curiously watching the scenery below, exclaiming “wow” from time to time. This was her first time on an airplane! If only Grandpa were here too.
Feng Xingchi had already prepared psychologically for Nan Yuanman to cry and make noise, but he hadn’t expected this little dumpling to be even more well-behaved than he imagined. She hadn’t cried or fussed since boarding, just curiously looked at the scenery outside the window, which relaxed him a lot.
Feng Xingchi propped his chin with one hand, squinting as he sized up Nan Yuanman. A five-year-old child still had a five-head-body proportion, and perhaps because Nan Yuanman hadn’t had enough nutrition before, she looked shorter and more frail than peers.
But her little face was chubby and fleshy, like a freshly steamed bun.
It seemed Feng Langqing wasn’t entirely useless; at least he had raised this child quite plump.
As he watched, Feng Xingchi suddenly felt an indescribable fatigue surging from within his body. His chest felt like it was pressed by a large stone, extremely heavy. His breathing became somewhat rapid and difficult, and his body temperature dropped sharply, making him shudder with cold.
What was going on?
Feng Xingchi’s vision blurred, his brows furrowed tightly. He held his forehead and shook his head lightly.
Was it because of staying up late these past two days? Suddenly, he felt so unwell…
Nan Yuanman sensed the cold malevolent Qi coming from behind her. Turning her head, she saw Feng Xingchi’s entire face enveloped in black malevolent Qi, with the flame on his right shoulder gradually weakening.
Nan Yuanman’s steamed bun face turned serious. She quickly pulled out a Talisman to Remove Evil from her small shoulder bag and stretched out her little short hand to stuff it into his hand.
But at that moment, the originally very steady helicopter suddenly jolted violently!
