Chapter 58: What Is It This Time?

Hearing these words, the air around Gu Shang instantly turned cold; his fists clenched tight, and his eyes were filled with killing intent.

"Revenge?"

He stared blankly in a certain direction.

Yes, he would eventually have to return to that place and take back everything that belonged to him!

After a long while, he slowly spoke.

"Master, the Cheng Family is now just a few womenfolk—can they really be as powerful as you say?"

Then he let out a self-mocking laugh.

His current situation was no better than the Cheng Family's.

"Now that I'm all alone, will the Cheng Family really help me?"

"……"

What answered him was a bout of snoring.

Yuanchen Daozhang had already fallen asleep leaning against the chair.

Seeing this, Gu Shang shook his head helplessly.

"Really now…"

Forget it, speaking of which, this medicine really works—Master can finally get a sound sleep.

Thinking this in his heart, Gu Shang carefully carried Yuanchen Daozhang on his back into the room.

……

Early in the morning, the two Cheng Qiuruo sisters took Cheng Feng and Cheng Lei into the mountain, arriving at that small path leading to Muyuan Kingdom.

"Pomo, using a Prince's life-saving grace from a whole kingdom just to trade for a few hundred sheep, geese, and ducks—isn't that a bit of a waste?"

Wang Shi glanced at her Pomo, who was carefully wiping Yu'an's mouth, and asked softly.

Her tone carried quite a bit of reluctance.

Cheng Old Madam peeled another boiled egg for Yu'an, let him hold it and eat it himself, then looked up at Wang Shi.

"He's just a Prince after all—anything more, he can't manage it either, can he?"

Wang Shi's lips moved, as if she still wanted to say something.

Meng Shi, who was beside her, held her hand and patted it, gently shaking her head at her, signaling her to say no more.

They all wanted revenge, but at times like this, the more so they must not get tunnel vision.

Cheng Old Madam looked at her and asked.

"What did you want to trade it for?"

"Trade for a large amount of money and provisions to raise troops for us? Or trade for Muyuan Kingdom to lend troops and help us fight our way to the Capital?"

"Do you think that's possible?"

"For the Emperor of Muyuan Kingdom, we're just someone who saved one of his many sons—that's not enough to make him devote an entire kingdom's strength to repay us."

The more she listened, the lower Wang Shi's head drooped, her face flushing slightly with shame.

Seeing her like this, Cheng Old Madam knew she had taken the words to heart, but still insisted on finishing what she had to say.

"Many things can't be rushed. The most important thing for us right now is to first secure our footing; otherwise, all other schemes are castles in the air."

Wang Shi nodded and replied.

"Yes, Pomo, I understand."

She also knew her earlier thoughts had been a bit too taken for granted.

Muyuan Kingdom, as a vassal state, had lived peacefully with Da Yin all these years—why would it take a risk for the Cheng Family?

Seeing her gaze clear up, Cheng Old Madam nodded to herself in quiet satisfaction.

As long as she could figure it out in time, that was good.

Just then, an exclamation came from the Backyard.

"I've never seen this kind of crop before—the leaves are so long and big. Will it grow ears of wheat like wheat does?"

"Such a big grain—does it take a very long time to cook before you can eat it?"

Hearing this voice, the few of them rose and went outside the courtyard.

Looking at the Rice seedlings already half a person's height, the few of them all looked at Yu'an together.

"Yu'an, what kind of seedling is this?"

The little fellow tugged at his hair and thought for a moment.

"It's Corn."

Cheng Old Madam squatted down and looked at him.

"Then how should it be eaten?"

Yu'an pursed his little mouth, calling out to Fairy Sister in his heart, but received no response.

He leaned close to Cheng Old Madam's ear, his little face flushed red, and whispered.

"Yu'an doesn't know either."

"When Fairy Sister comes back, Yu'an will ask her."

……

Speaking of An Luo, she had just woken up and was about to open the Live Stream Room when she received a call from Lin Lin.

"Boss, you're on the Hot search!"

Hearing this, An Luo instantly bounced up into a sitting position.

"What?!"

"What is it this time?!"

She hung up the phone and hurriedly tapped into the software, immediately spotting two trending topics related to her.

#Someone claims to set up a charity fund, but in reality refuses to save her own biological father#

#Exposing the true face of the so-called rich woman#

These two posts detailed her life from childhood to adulthood, as well as her relationship with the Chairman of Gu Group.

But when it came to her assets, the writing was deliberately vague, and it heavily emphasized that despite being perfectly healthy, she had falsely claimed to have a fatty liver and refused to save her own biological father.

The comment section was in an uproar, with the top comments unanimously condemning her.

: Fatty liver? LMAO! Why doesn't she just say she has a terminal illness?!

: Am I the only one wondering where her money came from? Could it be that she demanded a huge sum before agreeing to save him, and then backed out after getting the money?

: Liked. I think the commenter above hit the nail on the head.

……

Looking at these netizens verbally attacking and condemning her, An Luo nearly laughed out of sheer anger.

How could they be so self-righteous and morally indignant, demanding she donate a kidney?

Oh, I see — it's not their kidney being cut out, is it?!

Continuing to scroll down, her expression softened a little.

Sure enough, there were always rational people, no matter when.

: If it were me, someone who never cared about me my whole life suddenly shows up, says they're sick, and wants to take one of my kidneys — I wouldn't agree either.

: Exactly, I definitely wouldn't agree either.

: But the other party is her biological father! No parent is without fault in the world. Even if he didn't do everything right, that's still a living, breathing life!

: Oh please, don't twist the ancients' meaning on us!

: I remember Chairman Gu still has a son and daughter — can't they donate?

Just as she was about to like this comment, dozens of messages popped up on her phone, all from her roommates, checking on her, comforting her, and telling her not to be angry.

She replied to each of her roommates' concern one by one, and then another call came in.

It was a private detective she had contacted before.

"Ms. An, those two posts were posted by Xu Jing."

An Luo was a little surprised.

"Xu Jing?"

She just couldn't understand — what deep grudge did she have with Xu Jing? Why was she always making trouble for her?

But this time, for things to hit hot search so quickly, there had to be someone else behind it.

The man on the other end seemed to guess her thoughts and offered another line to clear her doubts.

"It's the eldest daughter of the Gu Family, Gu Yunqing. She bribed Xu Jing."

Just as she expected!

An Luo's gaze turned cold.

"Got it, thanks."

"Hold on, Ms. An. While investigating the Gu family's eldest daughter and Xu Jing, we accidentally came across some interesting things."

The next second, the other end sent An Luo a compressed file.

An Luo extracted it and opened it — her expression changed drastically.

"They actually…"

An Luo didn't hesitate for a single moment, and immediately forwarded everything to Officer Lu.

She also went to the relevant reporting platform, found the person in charge's email, and sent a copy to each.

Leave professional matters to the professionals.

Meanwhile, in a private room of a coffee shop, a young man in a black hoodie adjusted his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and closed his computer.

He fished a lollipop out of his pocket, unwrapped it, and popped it into his mouth.

He picked up his phone and dialed a string of numbers.

Then the young man crossed his legs, flicked a lighter between his fingers, and wore a carefree, devil-may-care expression on his face.

"The evidence you found — I've already sent it to her. Don't forget to wire me the tail payment."

The other end seemed to have hung up. The young man frowned, about to start cursing, when the crisp text message notification sounded.

"Ding!"

Looking at the content on the screen, especially that long string of zeros, the young man leaned back in great spirits.

After resting for a while, the young man packed up his things and got up to leave, humming a tune as he walked.

This kind of two-sided payment job — they could definitely use a few more of these.

"Haha, wrap up!"