C42 (1/2)

”The child that little bitch gave birth to is quite powerful.” An Ling Min hatefully said, ”Yu'er, you can't let your father know about this!”

Shui Qianyu was in a hurry to defend herself before she crashed into the carriage. Her forehead hit the window and she screamed.

”It must be that slut's doing.” An LingMin looked at the leisurely Shui Qiannan and spoke in a low voice.

”Mom, what's going on outside?” Shui Qianyu came out from the carriage and was shocked when she saw Shui Qiannan. ”Mother, why is she not dead yet?”

Shui Qiannan slowly walked towards the horse carriage that Shui Qianyu was sitting on. He said at a moderate pace, ”My horse carriage is broken. Do you mind if I ride with you?”

”Of course not. Speaking of which, I haven't had a good look at you since you returned home.” Was she older or more experienced? Shui Qianyu's face was filled with disbelief, but An LingMin could still smile gently at Shui Qiannan.

”Since that's the case, then we won't be polite.” Shui Qiannan carried Little Rascal onto the carriage and said faintly, ”The coachman of your carriage seems to have gotten lost.”

”Lady and Madam, don't worry. I can find the way.” The coachman broke out in a cold sweat when he heard Shui Qinan mention him. This young lady's methods were too terrifying; she could kill anyone she disagreed with.

”Mm, since that's the case, then that's for the best.” Shui Qiannan said. She had wanted to exterminate Shui Qianyu and the others, but when she discovered the carriage, she felt it would be too easy for her to do so.

What Shui Qianyu cared about the most and wanted most was the position of Crown Prince Consort. Wasn't that the position that An Lingmin wanted the most? She would make it so that they wouldn't be able to get it in their entire lives.

However, before they returned to the capital, Shui Qiannan still wanted to teach Shui Qianyu and the others a little lesson.

”Mother, can we get to the capital successfully?” The soft voice of the little guy came from within the carriage. Shui Qiannan looked at him gently and said, ”That's right. You can wake up after you sleep for a bit.”

”Is this your child? It's the first time I've seen one, what a beautiful child.” An LingMin praised him and casually asked, ”Are you three years old already?”

”Yes.” Shui Qiannan indifferently glanced at An Lingmin with ridicule in his eyes as he replied in a low voice.

”I once heard from someone that there are children who reached the blue rank at the age of three. I think your child is not only good-looking, but also talented.” An Lingmin inquired.

”Little Hao's talent is pretty good.” The corner of Shui Qiannan's mouth curled up into a sneer. After so many years, An Lingmin was still the same as ever. He did not even change his methods of investigating.

An Ling smiled and pulled on Shui Qianyu's sleeve. Shui Qianyu slowly came back to her senses. She pursed her lips, feeling conflicted for a while before asking, ”How is your spiritual power now?”