Chapter 11: Twist His Head Off

“Words alone may not be true. If I miss your father, how can I face your mother's dying wishes?” As she spoke, Grandma Si's eyes reddened.

Ye Qianning sighed and walked over to take her large, calloused hand: “Once the Little Princess recovers, we will be indebted to the Prince's Mansion. Even if the yamen cannot find my father, we can ask the Princess Consort for help then. The Princess Consort is well-traveled and knowledgeable; she will surely recognize where that jade pendant came from.”

“The Princess Consort will recognize it?”

“Of course. If even a small yamen could recognize the jade pendant, how could the Princess Consort fail to do so?”

When they entered the capital, they had been traveling around asking about the origin of the jade pendant, and they happened to encounter Lord Song of the yamen, who then arranged for them to stay at an inn.

She clearly remembered the look of astonishment on Lord Song's face when he saw the jade pendant; clearly, its owner was someone of high status.

“That makes sense.”

“So, put your heart at ease. Father will definitely be found,” Ye Qianning said.

Hearing this, Grandma Si did indeed feel much more relieved. Looking at Ye Qianning, she felt a sense of gratification; since entering the capital, this girl's mischievous personality had calmed down significantly, and her temperament had become increasingly steady.

Over the next few days, just as Ye Qianning had predicted, the scabs began to form on the pus-filled rashes on the Little Princess's body, and her unbearable itching subsided.

Ye Qianning's space had also undergone changes. The Fortune Value had begun to fluctuate, though it seemed to be only by a few percentage points. At this rate, how many good deeds would she have to perform to accumulate one hundred points and expand a piece of land?

She felt like complaining; this was truly inhuman work.

Doing good deeds wasn't that easy; at this rate, she felt like she might kick the bucket before she finished!

——

Kyoto, Eight Blessings Restaurant.

“I heard the two people from Nanyuan have moved into the Changyang Prince's Mansion.” A man dressed in white stood by the window with his hands behind his back, his gaze directed toward the Changyang Prince's Mansion as he spoke indifferently.

Zhan Chi, still dressed in blue, sat at the table. Hearing this, he slammed his hand on the table and said through gritted teeth, “We truly underestimated them. In just two short days, they’ve managed to establish a connection with the Changyang Prince's Mansion.”

“My people have sent word back; that old woman and the girl indeed came from Nanyuan.” Qian Fanji turned around and added, “Your people should have discovered this as well. What do you think?”

“Hmph, someone must be manipulating this from behind the scenes,” Zhan Chi snorted coldly.

“But we haven't found any evidence. If that girl truly was born to that woman back then, who could her father be?” Qian Fanji's eyes flickered.

Mentioning the past, a fire seemed to rise in Zhan Chi's heart. His face darkened as he snorted, “Even if she was born to that woman, it's not certain whose seed she is.”

“Gu Shuo is also aware of this. Once Marquis Xiangming returns to the capital in a few days, I think it is necessary for the four of us to sit down and have a proper talk. Regardless, if it weren't for Ye Qian's help back then, the four of us would likely have died in Nanyuan. Debts must always be repaid.”

Back then, they were young and impetuous, driven by pride and arrogance, which led to the tragedy. Although they had narrowly escaped with their lives, they had suffered immense psychological trauma.

Even though the four of them maintained a tacit understanding not to mention the events in Nanyuan after returning to the capital, no one had truly forgotten.

Now, a girl had mysteriously appeared, using a jade pendant to search for her father. Whether it was true or false, it proved that their experiences in Nanyuan were now known.

Zhan Chi's fingers creaked as he clenched his fists. Narrowing his fox-like eyes, he spat out a single word heavily: “Fine—”

If he found out who was pulling the strings from behind, he swore he would tear that person into ten thousand pieces!

(End of Chapter)