November 06, 2023
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Call her ruthless or heartless, but Huang Quan remained resolute in her decision. The other party had poisoned her seriously injured brother, a clear attempt on his life. In such a case, she saw no reason to show mercy to someone who had tried to kill her brother. Ming Zhao understood her perspective but also sensed that the intensity of her resolve could be dangerous.
"Girl, I'd like to speak with your brother," Ming Zhao said. "Could you help him prepare some porridge?"
Huang Quan gave him a brief look, then at Nangong Mian, before quietly leaving to make porridge.
Once the door was closed, Ming Zhao turned his attention to Nangong Mian and sighed. "How are you feeling?"
Nangong Mian replied, "I'm okay."
"Your sister is quite extraordinary," Ming Zhao noted. "When I mentioned the Bone Flower Pill, it was a bit of a gamble, but I didn't anticipate the extent of her response."
"The Bone Flower Pill?" Nangong Mian asked, clearly puzzled. "What's that?"
Recognizing that Nangong Mian had been isolated in the mountains for a while and was unaware of recent events in the capital, Ming Zhao proceeded to inform him about the situation.
The Bone Flower had been purchased at an auction house, and Bone Pills were being circulated on the black market. This information was not a secret and had been widely discussed among the aristocratic families and the informed populace in the capital.
"Ye Qin..." Nangong Mian trailed off, a mix of amusement and exasperation in his voice. "I never expected him to indulge Quanquan so much. He can afford millions worth of things in a heartbeat."
Ming Zhao was unaware of Ye Qin's background but had another matter to ponder. He fell silent, uncertain of how to broach the topic that weighed on his mind.
Nangong Mian noticed the troubled expression on Ming Zhao's face. He had a deep understanding of his teacher and could tell that there was something on his mind. He encouraged Ming Zhao to speak, saying, "Teacher, just say what's on your mind. I'd rather know now."
Ming Zhao nodded and responded seriously, "You will find out sooner or later. Qin Yuan is dead."
Nangong Mian was puzzled. "Who?"
"Qin Yuan, Prime Minister Qin," Ming Zhao clarified. "He was killed by your sister during the incident at the auction house."
Nangong Mian's eyes widened in shock. "Quanquan?"
Ming Zhao confirmed with a solemn expression, recounting the events of that day. He concluded, "Qin Yang has returned to Tianhuang. The information I received suggests that he brought people from the Tianqi Empire, likely with the intention of seeking revenge against your sister."
As these words sank in, Nangong Mian's already pale face grew even paler. "How could this have happened?"
He hadn't expected such a major development during the short time he was away. Qin Yuan was the Prime Minister of the Tianhuang Kingdom, and his eldest son had been involved with the second prince of the Tianqi Empire. Quanquan's actions had undoubtedly provoked a hornet's nest. Those involved cared little about the cause and effect; they would likely blame others for their misfortunes and seek retribution.
State laws could only constrain ordinary citizens, not those who were cultivators. On this continent, strength was revered above all else. With Qin Yang returning with reinforcements, it was almost certain that he would hold Quanquan accountable. The pressing question was how to protect her.
"Amian, your sister isn't to blame for these events," Ming Zhao assured him. "We all know that the Qin family mistreated your sister first. However, I want to discuss something with you."
Ming Zhao continued, "Your sister... she exhibits an extraordinary level of bloodlust." He looked earnestly at Nangong Mian. "I haven't had extensive interactions with her, but I've met her because of you. She doesn't strike me as a naturally bloodthirsty person."
"I understand that your sister almost lost her life, but the intensity of her bloodlust isn't something one acquires merely from a near-death experience and a subsequent awakening."
November 06, 2023
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Call her ruthless or heartless, but Huang Quan remained resolute in her decision. The other party had poisoned her seriously injured brother, a clear attempt on his life. In such a case, she saw no reason to show mercy to someone who had tried to kill her brother. Ming Zhao understood her perspective but also sensed that the intensity of her resolve could be dangerous.
"Girl, I'd like to speak with your brother," Ming Zhao said. "Could you help him prepare some porridge?"
Huang Quan gave him a brief look, then at Nangong Mian, before quietly leaving to make porridge.
Once the door was closed, Ming Zhao turned his attention to Nangong Mian and sighed. "How are you feeling?"
Nangong Mian replied, "I'm okay."
"Your sister is quite extraordinary," Ming Zhao noted. "When I mentioned the Bone Flower Pill, it was a bit of a gamble, but I didn't anticipate the extent of her response."
"The Bone Flower Pill?" Nangong Mian asked, clearly puzzled. "What's that?"
Recognizing that Nangong Mian had been isolated in the mountains for a while and was unaware of recent events in the capital, Ming Zhao proceeded to inform him about the situation.
The Bone Flower had been purchased at an auction house, and Bone Pills were being circulated on the black market. This information was not a secret and had been widely discussed among the aristocratic families and the informed populace in the capital.
"Ye Qin..." Nangong Mian trailed off, a mix of amusement and exasperation in his voice. "I never expected him to indulge Quanquan so much. He can afford millions worth of things in a heartbeat."
Ming Zhao was unaware of Ye Qin's background but had another matter to ponder. He fell silent, uncertain of how to broach the topic that weighed on his mind.
Nangong Mian noticed the troubled expression on Ming Zhao's face. He had a deep understanding of his teacher and could tell that there was something on his mind. He encouraged Ming Zhao to speak, saying, "Teacher, just say what's on your mind. I'd rather know now."
Ming Zhao nodded and responded seriously, "You will find out sooner or later. Qin Yuan is dead."
Nangong Mian was puzzled. "Who?"
"Qin Yuan, Prime Minister Qin," Ming Zhao clarified. "He was killed by your sister during the incident at the auction house."
Nangong Mian's eyes widened in shock. "Quanquan?"
Ming Zhao confirmed with a solemn expression, recounting the events of that day. He concluded, "Qin Yang has returned to Tianhuang. The information I received suggests that he brought people from the Tianqi Empire, likely with the intention of seeking revenge against your sister."
As these words sank in, Nangong Mian's already pale face grew even paler. "How could this have happened?"
He hadn't expected such a major development during the short time he was away. Qin Yuan was the Prime Minister of the Tianhuang Kingdom, and his eldest son had been involved with the second prince of the Tianqi Empire. Quanquan's actions had undoubtedly provoked a hornet's nest. Those involved cared little about the cause and effect; they would likely blame others for their misfortunes and seek retribution.
State laws could only constrain ordinary citizens, not those who were cultivators. On this continent, strength was revered above all else. With Qin Yang returning with reinforcements, it was almost certain that he would hold Quanquan accountable. The pressing question was how to protect her.
"Amian, your sister isn't to blame for these events," Ming Zhao assured him. "We all know that the Qin family mistreated your sister first. However, I want to discuss something with you."
Ming Zhao continued, "Your sister... she exhibits an extraordinary level of bloodlust." He looked earnestly at Nangong Mian. "I haven't had extensive interactions with her, but I've met her because of you. She doesn't strike me as a naturally bloodthirsty person."
"I understand that your sister almost lost her life, but the intensity of her bloodlust isn't something one acquires merely from a near-death experience and a subsequent awakening."
