Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife (WN)

Chapter 2273: Chapter 650: Playing Chess with Anpei, Durian’s Revenge (Part 3)

Quickly inspecting all the treasures in the other boxes, An Yiqing was extremely satisfied. With these guys, she could finally build a sturdy fortress to shield her family and friends from the storm.

That night, accompanied by sweet dreams, An Yiqing fell into a deep sleep.

However, at that time, Smith’s residence nearby wasn’t so calm. Everyone kept their heads down and held their breath, fearing to anger Smith, whose eyes were blood-red. freewёbnoνel.com

A doctor in a white coat carefully extracted a bullet from Smith’s chest, staining his dark blue shirt with blood, and also dyeing his eyes red.

"Have you found out?" Smith asked quietly after a long while.

The man fiddling with the computer put down his work and stood up, "Boss, I investigated the entry and exit records around Country Fei in recent days and found a few suspicious people."

Saying this, he placed a laptop in front of Smith and used the mouse to open a file. The data showed the recent entry and exit records around Country Fei, among which three people appeared very suspicious. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

Smith squinted his eyes, his gaze filled with icy light as it swept across the screen, finally landing on a young girl.

"An Yiqing?!" He softly murmured. The black-haired man who had just walked in heard this. The man’s steps halted, and he walked towards them in large strides.

"What’s up with An Yiqing?"

Smith lifted his eyes to look at the man, reining in his fury. He turned the computer screen for the black-haired man to see, "An Yiqing has come to Country Fei. Perhaps it was she who took my batch of arms that went missing tonight."

The black-haired man stared at An Yiqing’s photo for a while, then quickly stood up.

"I’ll go inform the family head right away."

Two days later, while discussing a certain Black Horn Region incident in Arhan’s main tent, An Yiqing received a message.

"Who did you say came?" She raised her eyebrows, looking at the young soldier standing at the door, and asked with a smile.

"He said his name is Anpei Lan."

An Yiqing lowered her eyes, a mysterious smile on her lips. After a moment, she waved, "Let him in."

Watching the young soldier’s departing figure, Arhan was worried, "Xiao Qing, Anpei Lan is in cooperation with Smith. Could it be that what you did a few days ago has been exposed?"

An Yiqing shrugged nonchalantly, "I never intended to hide it. Even if I had, Anpei Lan would have his ways to find me."

"Then what are you planning to do?" Arhan asked, slightly anxious.

An Yiqing smiled at him, and somehow, the anxiety in Arhan’s heart suddenly calmed down.

"Uncle Arhan, have you ever heard the saying?" She stood up from her chair, "In the face of absolute strength, all conspiracies and machinations are ineffective."

Repeating this sentence, Arhan suddenly had an epiphany as he watched An Yiqing’s departing figure.

Outside the tent, An Yiqing stood with her hands behind her back in a white dress, smiling as she looked at the young man approaching. The man wore an off-white suit. His strong build and upright posture made it hard for one to look away. His hair was thick and black, with fine strands falling between his gentle and soft brows, making him all the more charming. His bright eyes and polite smile were like a refreshing spring water, soothing to the soul.

"Patriarch of Anpei Family, your esteemed presence is an honor, forgive me for not going out to meet you." An Yiqing smiled at Anpei Lan, speaking various Xuanjin languages.

Fortunately, Anpei Lan had a good command of Xuanjin Language and didn’t accuse An Yiqing of deliberately making it difficult for him. He smiled, as cool as a spring, "Miss An, this time I came specifically to see you."

An Yiqing raised her eyebrows, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. She stepped aside, making a gesture of invitation, "Please, Mr. Anpei."

Inside the tent, still pondering, Arhan immediately rose to greet Anpei Lan when he saw him enter. He instructed his subordinates to serve fresh tea and fruits, then tactfully left the tent for An Yiqing and Anpei Lan.

"Do you remember the last time we met here, Mr. Anpei? Back then, we went through quite some danger. I still don’t know which malicious force those planes and cannons were dealing with, to have attacked the wrong people."

Anpei Lan’s hand paused as he was about to pick up the teacup, his mouth twitching slightly without showing it.

"Miss An truly has a vivid impression of our last encounter, unforgettable even now."

"Of course," An Yiqing nodded lightly, "There was no preparation then, and everyone was scrambling to flee. After that, I swore that if I ever found that person, I would pierce a thousand Silver Needles into him, then steam him in a large pot. I would skin, disassemble, and pull his tendons, then twist his head off and hang it on the flagpole of the Doufei Headquarters to sunbathe for three days."