Translating Web Novel
Translating Web Novel
It was 22 years after Emperor Jianwu ascension to the throne. New Year has passed, but the temperature was still cold. This winter was long and gloomy. The calendar already entered the second month, and the weather was still not getting any warmer.
Yesterday night was snowing again. Early in the morning, the whole capital city was covered in white, with a glimpse of the red roofs and green tiles from all kinds of magnificent buildings.
When Meng Qi opened her eyes, she saw Chu Tianfeng’s distressed face. Without a word, she once again put her hand on his shoulder. They repeated this process many times. Meng Qi would dispel his poison, then replenishing her spiritual aura. This tedious and boring process had long become her habit.
Time seemed to pass quickly, but also seemed to run very slowly. Countless bright stars filled the mountain sky. Then, the sun rose again, and a new day slowly came. One day and one night were passed like this.
Jingyuan villa.
The siblings has finally settled down.
Because Chen De brought them suddenly and he didn’t leave much explanation about the arrangement of these two children, it wouldn’t be good for Uncle Fu to decide by himself. He could only temporarily arrange for Su Bei and Su Xiaobao to stay in a guestroom on the second floor. The room was not big, but has good lighting, ventilation, basic furniture and living facilities.
Meng Qi gently pressed Chu Tianfeng’s shoulder. Then she pinched some medicinal herbs she just took out, extracting their juices. The pale blue medicinal extract was lightly picked by her finger and fell on Chu Tianfeng’s wound. In an instant, the bitter pain seemed to fade away.
Chu Tianfeng’s mind gradually became clearer. He opened his eyes and looked at the girl standing very close to him. Her face was small, with fair cheeks without any powder applied. She was examining the wound on his shoulder intently, with full concentration, as if this was the only thing she ever cared.
Chen De brought Su Bei and Su Xiaobao to Qin Shao’s Jingyuan villa. The reason he brought them here wasn’t because their identity have been recognized, but because letting them stay here would make it easier for monitoring.
The villa’s housekeeper was surnamed Zhou, given name Fu. When he saw Chen De leading two children over, Uncle Fu was very surprised.
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The atmosphere in the reception room suddenly stiffened.
Chen De couldn’t even spurt out a word. After following Mr. Qin for many years, Chen De could say that he can do his job pretty well. But there is one thing that he was especially good at –reading Mr. Qin’s expression.
For example, right now, boss’ face was calm, but his mood was actually not very good.
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After he finished the meeting, Mr. Qin recalled the phone call from police station before. Because he already sent Chen De in his stead, Mr. Qin went into the reception room.
Just then, from across a door, he heard a girl’s soft and delicate voice, and the phrase “My father is very powerful” directly fell into Qin Shao’s ears.
When Qingfeng Valley was first established, the site selected as the sect’s location was exactly this cold pond located on the mountain’s peak.
Before Meng Qi approached, she already felt cold. Like fine needles, the cold aura seemed to penetrate into her bones. Meng Qi was thin, and she was just a Qi Condensation cultivator. This cold pond was the place where the sect leader and other elders came to cultivate. But even they would only come here at most once per month.
Chen De was Qin Shao’s assistant. He already worked with Mr. Qin since before Qin Group establishment. He handles many things on Qin Shao’s behalf. However, Chen De did not expect that one day he would actually receive a phone call to Mr. Qin from the police station. Moreover, to bring back two children who claimed to be Mr. Qin’s own flesh and blood.
“I …” Chu Tianfeng was going to answer that he will pay.
Isn’t it just five hundred fifth-grade spirit stones? Fentian Palace’s Young Master never put that kind of vulgar things into his eyes. But he suddenly remembered that his storage space item had long been lost in the fight with the devil beast that wounded him. Now counting up from head to toe, he couldn’t even take out ten first-grade spirit stones.
