This is what villains are like

"Thank you... Senior Sister Li for your rescue at the banquet yesterday."

Su Qinghan collected his thoughts, took a few steps forward, and thanked her sincerely.

She didn't know how to call Li Mengning, so she just called her senior sister. She was worried that calling her sister would be a bit abrupt.

"..."

Li Mengning glanced at her doubtfully, wondering why Su Qinghan suddenly thanked her.

But she thought about it and nodded gently, with no emotion in her quiet eyes.

Su Qinghan already somewhat understood her character, so he was not surprised by this. He smiled inwardly, and like Li Mengning, he found a piece of bluestone and sat up cross-legged and began to practice.

Li Mengning was from a better background and was more talented than her, but she still practiced so hard and diligently and refused to slack off.

She was very impressed.

During this period of time, Chu Chan was not by Jiang Lan's side. On the contrary, she was a little lazy, spending all day hanging out with him, eating the marrow and learning the taste.

Even the practice has fallen behind a bit.

However, the effect of the Prayer for Stars technique taught to her by Master Yuqing was not very obvious when practiced during the day.

When she and Jiang Lan practiced together in the evening, they were unable to practice the Star Praying Technique.

"Sure enough, we still have to go to the Dao Cang Sword Sect..."

Su Qinghan actually felt a sense of urgency in her heart, especially after Zhenjun Zixia and her party returned from the secret realm, she was vaguely unable to see clearly Chan's cultivation strength.

Chu Chan's strength has improved rapidly. What she lacked before was just opportunities and resources.

Now that he is lacking nothing, his strength is improving rapidly as if he has accumulated a lot of experience.

But Chu Chan knew how to please Jiang Lan.

During her time in Anyang City, she often saw Chu Chan ordering his servants to go to Wuyi Alley to purchase some gauze-like silk clothing.

If Chu Chan were in the Prime Minister's Mansion, he would probably know how to please his wife.

Su Qinghan didn't want to roll, but someone forced her to roll together...

On the other side, after Jiang Lan had breakfast with his parents, he asked about the Xie family.

Jiang Lintian thought he was a little worried, so he said with a smile, "My father has already made arrangements, so Lan'er can rest assured. Xie Jianjia won't be able to fly away even if she puts on her wings."

"Emperor Xia intends to protect Xie Jianjia and plans to send the Xie family's female relatives away in batches, some to the Dao Cang Sword Sect and some to the Canglan Sword Sect."

"And Xie Jianjia claimed to be sent to the Daocang Sword Sect, but in fact she was among the group of female relatives sent to the Canglan Sword Sect. Even Xie Jianjia herself didn't know about it."

"My father knows what you are worried about. Xiao Teng, the third son of Zhenbei King Xiao He, has a deep love for Xie Jianjia. After getting the news yesterday, he was looking for friends to escort him safely to Jianzong..."

"How could he hide his little thoughts from his father's spy?"

“Everything is within the father’s unexpected plan.”

"It seems that father has made all the arrangements, but the child is worrying too much." Jiang Lan naturally had nothing to say about this.

His father's plans can be said to be extremely meticulous and flawless.

His father also took into consideration everything that should be considered.

But the only thing he ignored was the extraordinary quality of Xiao Teng himself.

As the illegitimate son of Ge Qixing and the Lord of the Goddess Palace, Xiao Teng not only possesses the body of a star, but also has a pair of delusion-breaking eyes. This is his deeply hidden secret, and few people know about it.

Only King Zhenbei knows about the entire Zhenbei Prince's Mansion.

This pair of delusion-breaking eyes allows Xiao Teng to deduct and sense many dangers and calculations in the dark, and seek good fortune and avoid misfortune.

Even though his father had the Tianji Pavilion behind him that could collect information from all over the world, he still didn't know Xiao Teng's secret.

Jiang Lan didn't explain too much. After all, if he said it, it would already be beyond the scope of the fragments of the future he saw yesterday.

"Father, I plan to go to Supervisor Tiansi in person." He suddenly said.

"Oh, why?" Jiang Lintian was slightly surprised.

"My child wants to personally confirm whether Xie Jianjia's Yuan Yin is still there. If it has been lost a long time ago, there is no need to go to such trouble." Jiang Lan said.

Of course, he just said it casually. In the original plot, Xie Jianjia hung Xiao Teng to death without even touching him.

In fact, he had other plans in the past.

After all, Jian Tiansi is an important place in Daxia, and it is not easy to get in. Even if he is the son of the Prime Minister, he still needs a pass token.

"also may."

Jiang Lintian nodded slightly, understanding Jiang Lan's mysophobia habit, and casually took off his identity token and handed it to Jiang Lan.

As for Supervisor Tiansi's pass token, it is not as useful as his identity token.

……

At the same time, in the grand hall in the deepest part of Jingyang City.

A tall figure wearing a crown and a bright yellow dragon robe was standing by the window with his hands behind his back.

Looking down from its perspective, you can see the stretching palace walls and towering pavilions.

In the distance, you can vaguely see the silver waterfall falling down from the vast sacred mountain, stirring up boundless water vapor.

In the shadow of the fairy mountain on the island of God, the clouds are steaming and the clouds are shining, which can be described as a myriad of things.

"These are my country and country..."

The tall figure spoke softly.

His face is extremely fair and handsome, with sharp edges and corners, clear eyebrows, slightly thin, and looks very neutral. Even his voice is the same, but it also contains a touch of imperial majesty.

Beside him, several women who looked like maids followed, standing with their eyes lowered.

One of them is holding a sword, another is carrying a sword at his waist, one is holding an ancient seal, and another is holding a seal. Judging from the fluctuations of spiritual energy revealed on their bodies, they are all obviously successful in cultivation.

In the far distance of the main hall, maidens shuttled around, and eunuchs stood in attendance, carrying golden lamps and incense burners, a total of one hundred and eight.

The tall and tall figure in front of him is Emperor Xia, the Lord of Great Xia, who now rules countless immortal clans in Zhongtian State and is a powerful figure in hundreds of surrounding countries.

"It's ridiculous that my land and country are so vast, but they don't listen to me."

"Above the court, I have to be threatened. No one among the officials dared to step forward and scold the old thief named Jiang..."

"My face has been completely ruined by these rubbish."

"The Tutor taught me a favor, but now I can't even save the Xie family. I can only watch the whole family being demoted..."

Emperor Xia looked at the majestic and vast mountains and rivers outside. Although he was filled with great pride, there was still a lot of depression in his heart that could not be vented.

A pair of fists as white as jade were tightly clenched, and veins were visible on the fair skin.

All the maids stood with their heads bowed, not daring to raise their heads, knowing that Emperor Xia was now angry.

Over the years, scenes like this have happened frequently, and it can be said that it is not surprising.

But it is rare for Emperor Xia to be like this for two full days before his anger subsides.

"The old thief named Jiang, I have tolerated him for a long time, tolerated him again and again, and retreated again and again, but he still bullies others so much..."

"Today you can bluntly say that the censor and the demon are colluding, and tomorrow you can freely frame Jiu Qing..."

Emperor Xia's expression was cold and his face was as sinking as water.