Inside the house.
Wang Qintan looked at Jiang Ning, revealing a forced smile.
"Itâs good that youâre okay!" Jiang Ning reached out and patted.
He could see that Wang Qintan did not want to say much.
Since thatâs the case, he stopped asking.
"Do you want to have breakfast?" Jiang Ning asked again.
"Yes, wait for me!" Wang Qintan nodded immediately.
She hurriedly lifted the thin blanket, exposing her white and tender feet.
She glanced at Jiang Ning, then quickly withdrew them.
"Then Iâll go out first!" Jiang Ning retracted his gaze and smiled.
Watching Jiang Ning and Lv Yi leave, the ease on Wang Qintanâs face disappeared.
"Am I going to die?" She murmured inwardly, feeling somewhat heavyhearted.
In her sleep, she once again awoke many memory fragments, her mind submerged in those flying memories, unable to awaken.
She was really a bit scared at this moment, afraid of being swallowed by those memories.
She would no longer be herself.
If her memories were to be overwhelmed by the memories of her past life, would she still be herself?
She often pondered this question.
"Perhaps, when that time really comes, I wonât be myself anymore!" Wang Qintan showed a bitter smile at the corner of her mouth.
She could clearly feel that the state of being deeply asleep without waking was becoming more frequent lately.
The emergence of awakened memories in her mind was also becoming more frequent.
If things continued like this, once the amount of those memories exceeded her nearly twenty years of memories, she feared she would silently transform into another person.
She was no longer herself!
As thoughts turned in her heart, she looked at the disappearing figure of Jiang Ning in the doorway, pursed her red lips, and then got out of bed again.
A moment later.
Wang Qintan was neatly dressed, washed, and appeared before Jiang Ning.
Lips as red as vermilion.
Clearly, she had done a little dressing up.
"Do I look good like this?" she asked Jiang Ning, while swaying her skirt.
"Good looking!" Jiang Ning sincerely nodded.
During breakfast.
Jiang Ning also asked about Wang Qintanâs situation in detail.
Knowing that Wang Qintan and her father had made no promises to Prince Huaian, he felt relieved.
Bai Hesong.
He wasnât worried.
Being the second son of Prince Huaian, he wasnât worried either.
But Prince Huaian as a person, he couldnât ignore.
He was someone who gained the title of king through Martial Arts alone, an Alien King which in the ancient environment of the past life, would be seeking death.
But in this world, itâs different.
A Martial Arts Peak expert, a one-man army, one could break through a city alone.
Such an expert being titled as an Alien King, political struggles cannot deal with such experts.
...
After breakfast.
Jiang Ning continued practicing in the courtyard, practicing Vajra Immortal Body.
The Glazed Treasure Flame was still exerting its effects within his body, not fully digested yet.
In such a situation, each passing day naturally increased his Source Energy Points.
Thatâs why heâs now working hard to max out the experience value of Vajra Immortal Body.
To further strengthen his physical body and deepen his foundational roots.
And Wang Qintan went out at this moment.
According to her, she had to write a reply to her father.
On the other side.
White Crane Martial Arts Hall.
"Master, thatâs the situation!" A young man respectfully spoke to an elder whose stature resembled a crane.
This elder, with silver hair covering his head, was the master of this martial arts hall.
Bai Hesong.
The true elder Grandmaster in Guangning City.
He hadnât entered the ranks of Heavenly Human Grandmaster yet.
But he had completed three Blood Transfusions.
Though old and frail, his Qi-Blood was not as vigorous as at the Peak, severing the path forward.
But his strength was far greater than that of average Grandmasters.
Because his age hadnât truly reached old age, he was merely in the decline phase.
If during this period, he could acquire miraculous Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, or the help of a Life-extending Fruit, reattaining the Peak, further advancing beyond would not be impossible.
Inside the Martial Arts Hall.
After listening to the report from his disciple, Bai Hesong gently nodded.
"The eldest daughter of County Governor Wang is indeed a suitable match for Lord Jiang, similar in age!"
"Master means... to make a match?" The young disciple hesitated.
Bai Hesong glared at his dim-witted disciple: "Your master arranged someone to build bridges, which sparked the interest of Prince Huaianâs second son, who specially came from Huaiâan Prefecture to see the eldest daughter of the Dongling County Governor."
"Do you think Iâd go to such lengths to make a match?"
Hearing this.
The young disciple bowed: "Apologies for my foolishness!"
"Come on! Now go and bring your Junior Sister over here. Lodging in a manâs house, if word spreads, it wonât be a good reputation. If things go awry, it wonât only offend Lord Jiang but also Prince Huaianâs second son."
"Creating a situation where neither side is pleased is even worse!"
Hearing Bai Hesongâs words.
The young disciple bowed quickly: "Iâll go now and call upon my fellow disciples to set out together."
"Thatâs fine, strength in numbers, pressurize Lord Jiang with force if necessary, this way it wonât lead to direct conflict, maintaining future latitude for negotiation!" Bai Hesong spoke.
"Understood!" the young disciple replied.
"Oh right!" Bai Hesong added another remark: "Remember to call your eldest senior, your eldest seniorâs Martial Arts Realm has already reached Grandmaster, itâs almost catching up to the master, additionally he holds the post of chief constable in the government, Lord Jiang will likely have to show your eldest senior some respect!"
"Should I call my eldest senior now?" the young disciple asked.
"Go!" Bai Hesong nodded.
...
At the sixth quarter of the Hour of Si.
After sending the letter, Wang Qintan returned.