Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife – o

Chapter 2250 - 645: Ampei’s Past and the Mission! (Part 2)

Looking at the sky‑high numbers lining the computer screen, all of them were records of transactions between Smith and Anpei Lan. Anpei Lan took these things very seriously; he had put them in an extremely encrypted file and used very advanced security software. But Gu Yelin’s hacking skills were so good that even Cao Xiaosha and An Zhiyu admired him to the point of worship. Without exaggeration, any computer in this world—if he doesn’t go in, it’s only because he doesn’t feel like it, not because he can’t.

"What does he need this much money for?" After staring for a long time, An Yiqing realized something was off. Although Anpei Lan had dipped his hands into the Black Horn Region’s poppy product exports, this inflow of funds was way too big—downright astronomical! And all the money was flowing into his private accounts.

What did Anpei Lan need that much money for? He wasn’t someone who craved wealth and luxury.

An Yiqing was about to dig deeper when her ears twitched. "Someone’s coming, let’s go!"

Gu Yelin quickly restored the computer to its original state and slipped away with An Yiqing.

The study door slowly opened, and Anpei Lan returned once again. He stepped into the room and suddenly his brows knitted slightly.

It feels like someone’s been here...

Frowning lightly, he waved his hand and summoned a white paper crane, then breathed onto it. The paper crane, which had been a dead object, suddenly rose slowly into the air, circled the room once, and then returned to Anpei Lan’s hand.

"No?!" Anpei Lan’s handsome brows arched. Even the paper crane said no outsiders had been here. Maybe he was overthinking it?

Watching from outside, An Yiqing let out a silent sigh of relief. Fortunately, she had kept a trump card, having Old Jin place a Barrier around her and Ah Lin to hide their aura. Otherwise, once that paper crane made a round, they might really have been exposed.

"Back." Gu Yelin mouthed the word soundlessly, wrapped an arm around An Yiqing, and vanished from the spot.

In the separate courtyard, the two returned via the small inn. The Thirteen Blood Generals and Tan Yulin and the others all visibly relaxed when they appeared.

"Miss, are you alright?" Zhang Yufeng looked her over anxiously.

"I’m fine. Where are Haozi and Xiao Xue?" Because Bali and Eddie had gone back to Country Zi, for Xia Hau and Ruan Xue’s safety, An Yiqing had brought them over directly. Maybe because they’d learned The Church was stirring again, Xia Hau seemed to have gone mad, cultivating day and night without rest. Ruan Xue had changed along with him, her strength skyrocketing.

In fact, for a boy who had just inherited the Purple-Gold Blood Emperor’s original blood, it was already impressive enough to have Six Wings strength in such a short time. But Xia Hau felt it wasn’t enough. The Purple-Gold Blood Emperor had Twelve-winged Black Feather, and he only possessed half that power, not even strong enough to beat Old Prince Bruch. With that level of strength, how could he become the leader of the Blood Clan? How could he protect his family and friends?

"They’re still cultivating in their room, Miss. Please go talk to them. No food, no rest, cultivating around the clock—I think if they keep this up they’re going to go astray and fall into deviation." An Zhifeng said.

An Yiqing’s red lips pressed together. She didn’t speak, but had already turned and walked toward their room.

She knocked lightly on the door; as expected, no one came to Open Gate. An Yiqing pushed the door open and walked straight in, seeing Xia Hau and Ruan Xue both sitting cross‑legged on the tatami, eyes closed, breathing stilled. If not for the wisps of blood‑red mist rising around them, one might have thought they were already dead.

Letting out a helpless sigh, An Yiqing sat down beside them and picked up the teapot on the table to pour herself a cup of tea.

"I know you’re motivated and working hard, but this isn’t how cultivation works. Nothing in this world is achieved in one leap."

Ruan Xue and Xia Hau didn’t react. It was impossible to tell whether they’d heard her or not.

"If I’d known, I wouldn’t have told you about what happens three years from now. Are you doing this on purpose just to worry me?" An Yiqing felt a twinge of regret. That day she’d told Xia Hau and Ruan Xue about the Chosen One and the tribulation three years later, and after that the two of them had been cultivating around the clock.

"Tell me, if three years from now I don’t die, but you two end up going mad and dying from qi deviation, what am I supposed to do?"

The words had barely left her mouth when a figure suddenly lunged at her.

"Who said you were going to die! No one is allowed to die!" Ruan Xue clutched An Yiqing tightly, eyes rimmed red. In her heart, An Yiqing was omnipotent. But that day she’d told her that a catastrophe would come three years from now, and as leader of the Blood Clan, they needed to know. Only then did she learn that in this world there was some unknown person or thing called the Heavenly Dao, and that this bastard could take her best friend’s life at any time.