Chapter 284: If You Have Trouble, I

Qiao Sheng hesitated to ask: "Grandpa, how can this be, I can't take it…"

Whether it's Zhong Yong, Yu Fei, Lan Shu or the others, each of them is now in their early thirties, and you can tell each one has come from the battlefield.

Their whole bodies exude a determination and resilience that others lack.

She feels unworthy of someone like that.

Let them protect her.

No matter how Qiao Sheng thought about it, it seemed improper.

Na Lan Ruo Lan lightly patted Qiao Sheng's hand and said, "Qiao Sheng, all these years we haven't adopted any children, have no grandchildren, but we accepted you; in our hearts, you are the most important."

Qiao Sheng spoke frankly.

"Grandma, I know you care about me, but they've been with you for so many years; they should live the life you want, just like you. You shouldn't involve you all because of me."

That girl must have learned something.

Feng Qingyang pressed his lips together and said, "Zhong Yong and the others, some of them already have fast‑growing grandchildren; they've spent these many solid years with us, and they're actually already tired of it. Zhong Yong, don't you think so?"

"Right!"

Zhong Yong and the others shouted in unison.

Without waiting for Qiao Sheng to say anything.

Zhong Yong stepped forward and said, "Miss Qiao, let us protect you. You are the one our master and mistress care about; we protect you gladly."

"Exactly."

Yu Fei and the others shouted.

Qiao Sheng couldn't argue with them, so she accepted them.

She thought that would be the end of it.

But nothing could have been further from the truth.

Na Lan Ruo Lan whispered that she had asked her junior sister to borrow a few female disciples to protect her, and Xin Gang had just been sent out not long ago.

"Grandma, what should I say?"

Qiao Sheng's greatest fear is being indebted for a favor, for a life; if it comes to this, how could she repay?

Na Lan Ruo Lan opened her mouth and said, "I don't care; you're my only granddaughter. No one can have trouble, and you must not have any trouble. If you have trouble, I will die crying!"

She isn't her biological grandmother, yet she is better than a real one.

Qiao Sheng couldn't hold back and hugged her.

Na Lan Ruo Lan's eyes smiled so brightly they narrowed into a slit; after a moment she raised an eyebrow at Feng Qingyang, as if saying, "Look, look, my granddaughter is hugging me!"

Her smug look made Feng Qingyang unable to bear watching.

Bei Lou has people everywhere; the dozen‑plus black‑clad assassins sent to kill Qiao Sheng registered at the county outpost near their town before reaching the town.

They hadn't returned for several days.

The county outpost immediately sent people to investigate, but found nothing; they guessed their men might have been killed, and the outpost reported it at once.

Feng Qingyang, to eliminate future trouble, arranged for people to secretly follow the county outpost, letting them locate Bei Lou's lair.

As long as they find the lair and capture a few of Bei Lou's heads, are they still afraid they can't uncover who is behind them?

However.

Feng Qingyang muttered about Bei Lou's men; his men were soon discovered by the Fucheng outpost, because Bei Lou's side, like the court, reports everything level by level.

There's no way.

Feng Qingyang's men had to leave and return to report to Feng Qingyang.

"Fine, for now do nothing else; just protect Qiao Sheng covertly."

"Master, over here…"

Feng Qingyang's subordinates were uneasy about them.

If they leave, there will be no one left to protect them.

Feng Qingyang waved his hand dismissively and said, "It's fine; we're all of age, what are we afraid of? Besides, would ordinary people dare to mess with us?"

(End of chapter)