"Now that you have this, I'm afraid I won't be able to escape today. Do as you please, kill me or torture me!"
Yuan Dan closed his eyes, showing no intention of escaping whatsoever.
Su Qinghe chuckled, but did not act immediately. She first walked to Nan Feng, who was lying unconscious on the ground, and only spoke after waking him up.
"After all, you hold a high position within the Seven Kill Pavilion, so let your eldest son decide!"
Nanfeng accepted the order and left, while Yuandan opened her eyes in surprise.
"Young Master knows I'm from Qiushan's side. Since we're all going to die anyway, why bother?"
Su Qinghe didn't reply, but instead pulled up a rare, intact stool and sat down.
Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Yuan Dan also became extremely arrogant and stopped talking. The two remained silent like this until Nan Feng brought Ling Feng in.
"Su, my wife."
As soon as Ling Feng entered, he saw two people standing opposite each other. He was about to speak, but then he thought about it and changed his form of address.
"You're here." Su Qinghe glanced at him.
"Here, your family members, deal with them yourselves." Su Qinghe raised her pistol and pointed it at Yuan Dan.
Upon hearing this, Ling Feng slowly walked to Su Qinghe's side and stood still. When he saw Yuan Dan standing there obediently, a sense of doubt arose in his heart.
There were no external injuries, and he didn't look like he had suffered any serious internal injuries, so why did he surrender so easily?
Ling Feng frowned, turned to look at the relaxed Su Qinghe, and felt a mixture of surprise and uncertainty in his heart.
"Elder," he said casually, pulling himself out of his thoughts.
Yuan Dan's expression turned serious; he had now clearly seen Ling Feng's situation.
"Young Master, are you pregnant?"
Seeing Ling Feng's obviously protruding belly, which he made no attempt to conceal, Yuan Dan's face scrunched up in a frown.
"Hmm," Ling Feng hummed.
Upon confirmation, Yuan Dan's eyes instantly sharpened.
"You are not yet married, this constitutes premarital pregnancy, which is extremely immoral. How could you do such an absurd thing, especially with an outsider? You are disregarding the Seven Killings Pavilion!"
Her words were sharp, as if Ling Feng had committed some heinous crime, and she was trembling with anger.
"The elder is wrong."
Seeing that she seemed very unconvinced, Ling Feng quickly spoke up to refute her.
"My wife is so young yet already possesses superb martial arts skills and exceptional wisdom. She is also in her prime. Ling Feng has clearly found a great help for my Seven Kill Pavilion."
As he spoke, Ling Feng stiffly turned to the side and wrapped his arm around Su Qinghe's.
Su Qinghe raised an eyebrow and glanced at him. He swallowed nervously and looked up at her.
"Moreover, my wife already has her own businesses and has promised not to get involved in the Seven Killings Pavilion's affairs. She also... dotes on me."
Ling Feng bit his tongue. "Since the next sect leader can only come from our brothers' wombs, I'm extremely fortunate to have found such a good wife."
Ling Feng stared intently at Yuan Dan, not daring to look down at Su Qinghe's expression, but his grip on Su Qinghe's arm tightened even more nervously, without him even realizing it.
Yuan Dan was taken aback, his eyes scanning back and forth between the two of them.
Seeing this, Su Qinghe placed her hand naturally on Ling Feng's somewhat bulky waist.
Ling Feng froze. Su Qinghe playfully pinched his hand, then leaned down and kissed his well-defined knuckles.
Ling Feng felt extremely uncomfortable. He curled his fingers and rubbed them against Su Qinghe's clothes, feeling the spot where her lips had touched him getting hotter and hotter.
Seeing the two flirting without regard for others, Yuan Dan was so angry that her nose almost twisted.
"Hmph! In broad daylight, this is truly indecent!"
She flicked her sleeve and turned her face away in disgust.
Su Qinghe chuckled. "Are you getting old and seeing things, or have you forgotten the time you came to kill me? It's still pitch black outside!"
Yuan Dan glanced at the sky outside and snorted coldly.
"Stop beating around the bush. The eldest son is here too. If you want to kill him, then kill him. I don't have a penchant for watching others do such things!"
Feeling Su Qinghe's increasingly excessive touch, Ling Feng's face gradually showed a hint of anger.
He reached out and grabbed Su Qinghe's hand, and only spoke formally after the strange feeling in his body disappeared.
"Elder, although I don't know why you chose to stand on Qiu Shan's side, I believe it's not for superficial things like power or money. If you are willing to submit to me from now on, I can give you a chance."
"You have witnessed my wife's abilities today. It is still unknown who will ultimately control the Seven Kill Pavilion. You should consider this carefully."
Yuan Dan's eyes flashed, and she turned her head again to glance at the thing in Su Qinghe's hand.
The two began negotiating, but Su Qinghe never interrupted their conversation, instead using her free hand to idly search for amusement on Ling Feng's body.
Ling Feng felt an itch all over his body from time to time, and his tone of voice gradually became a little unnatural.
He didn't look down, but kept trying to find Su Qinghe's hand with one hand, but to no avail.
"Well!"
As he spoke, he suddenly paused, no longer caring about pretending. He looked down at Su Qinghe with angry eyes, but met only a pair of merciless eyes.
He gritted his teeth, his anger turning into pleading. Seeing that Su Qinghe had truly calmed down and stopped bothering him, he felt a pang of indescribable sadness.
He took a deep breath, looked up again, and his face had regained its usual coldness.
"Since the elder has agreed, please take this."
As she spoke, Xiaoying took out a porcelain bottle from her pocket. Yuandan, naturally knowledgeable in such matters, ate it without asking any questions.
"Bai Xiaojiu and I have a deep friendship, as you probably know. This poison flares up once a month. I will give you the antidote when I return to the pavilion."
The two exchanged some more details, and Yuan Dan took one last deep look at the item in Su Qinghe's hand before turning and leaving decisively.
“Being soft-hearted is not a good quality, especially for someone of your status.”
After everyone left, Su Qinghe immediately withdrew her hand, her previous doting expression gone.
Watching the woman whose expression changed faster than flipping through a book, Ling Feng pursed his lips and took a few steps away from her.
“I’m not being soft-hearted. It varies from person to person. Yuan Dan is a rational person. She’s not die-hard loyal to Qiu Shan.”
Su Qinghe waved her hand and stood up from the stool. "What you plan to do is none of my business, and I don't want to. But you should think about how to save your own life first!"
Su Qinghe glanced sarcastically at his slightly rounded belly.
"Although I don't think much of this kid, he's still mine. If you need anything, just ask. I, Su Qinghe, won't mistreat you."
Ling Feng's eyes flashed. "I know."
Seeing Su Qinghe walk towards the bed, and glancing at the messy interior, he hesitated before speaking.
"How about... you stay at my place for the night?"
He regretted his words as soon as they left his mouth. When he saw Su Qinghe turn her head to look at him, he looked away helplessly, his hands unconsciously clenching.
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