When An Moxue woke up, it was already broad daylight. She stretched and finally decided that she should stay at Popov's house. In the future, when those leeches came knocking, she could be their pawn!
Otherwise, those people are all top families in their respective countries or have top financial groups behind them. They are not afraid of being outnumbered. Even ants can eat an elephant. Emotionally, she wants to destroy them, but strategically she still needs to use them. It's annoying!
She scratched her slightly messy hair a few times and got up.
When she finished tidying up and went to the living room, she smelled the rich aroma of food and remembered that there were still a few people in her house.
She asked Wu Sicheng, "Wu Sicheng, what about those people from last night? Are they still around?"
"Yes, he's still lying in the yard! The poison has flared up again."
"It's okay, you won't die. The pain will only last for two hours, then it will stop for a while."
So what are your plans?
"Let's talk about it after we finish eating. We'll go to Popov's house to resolve this matter today; it's been dragging on for a while now."
In Popov's home, Popov and his grandson sat in the study in silence, an invisible oppression spreading through the room.
Three soft knocks sounded on the door. There was a moment of silence in the room. The grandfather and grandson exchanged a glance, and Anthony spoke, his voice hoarse and strained: "Come in!"
Both of them recognized the butler's voice.
The butler entered the study and inexplicably felt a pressure that made it hard to breathe. He bowed and slowed his breathing before carefully speaking, "Master, young master, there's still no news about the people who went last night. According to the servants who were observing outside, shortly after they entered the Jiduo family's house, there was a brief howl in the courtyard. The sound was terrifying, but then it stopped, and no one came out. There was no movement until he returned."
After the butler finished speaking, he bent down again, waiting for orders.
After a long while, he heard a weary voice from above, "You can go out now!" It was his master.
He bowed and withdrew, leaving the study with light and slow steps, then closed the door.
He couldn't understand why a young girl of seventeen or eighteen could make two successive leaders of the Popov family, which had a history of hundreds of years, so wary, even a little frightened now. If this time it didn't work, they could just find someone more capable and more capable next time. Why go to such lengths?
In the study, after hearing the butler's footsteps fade into the distance, Anthony finally spoke: "Grandfather, what do we do next?"
Old Popov had his head slightly lowered, and Anthony couldn't see the expression on his face.
After a long while, Anthony realized something was wrong, stood up, and went to old Popov's side. He found that Popov's whole body was ice-cold and his hands and feet were stiff. He kept calling out, "Grandfather! Grandfather! Grandfather!"
Anthony vigorously rubbed old Popov's hands and legs.
Old Popov's eyes darted around, and after a long pause, he finally replied, "It's alright."
Seeing that he was much better, Anthony quickly picked up a blanket from the side and covered his legs with it. He then poured him a cup of hot tea, placed it in his hand after it was at a suitable temperature, and said, "Grandfather, have a few sips of tea."
Seeing the concern in his grandson's eyes, old Popov slowly picked up his hot tea and drank it. After a while, his complexion gradually improved, and he said to Anthony, "I'm fine now, don't worry."
Anthony hesitated, then said to old Popov, "I know what you're thinking, and I find it incredible too, but as these things have happened, I feel that perhaps the most unlikely thing is actually the most likely."
"Grandfather, if that's the case, how do you think the Nalan family would deal with us?"
Old Popov's voice carried a hint of melancholy as he said, "Legend has it that the Nalan family cannot tolerate betrayal. I don't know what would happen if she were a member of the Nalan family. I hope she isn't! After all, the chances of a family that has been missing for hundreds of years suddenly reappearing are too small."
"Grandfather, what should we do?"
"Let's take it easy for now!" Old Popov's words were full of exhaustion.
What he didn't tell Anthony was that several core members of the family had suspected that their family's illness was caused by disturbing the treasures collected by the Nalan family, which led to the curse.
After all, the illness occurred after the treasure was moved, which is why he was so obsessed with the appearance of Jiduo, wanting to know whether she was a descendant of the Nalan family.
Thinking that if she really was a descendant of the Nalan family, their curse could be lifted!
But now it seems that regardless of whether she is or not, it is difficult to achieve. He doesn't want to give up, but there is always a voice telling him not to dream.
The stories about the Nalan family that have been passed down are all legendary, making them seem impossible. But this girl, Jiduo, is the same. She looks ordinary, but no matter what they try, they can't get her hair, let alone teach her a lesson. Now he even suspects that she knows that all these things were done by the Popov family.
This is also what makes him anxious.
He was somewhat disheartened, but deep down he still didn't want to believe it. Wasn't it better to live a good life? He didn't want to die.
Just then, the grandfather and grandson were about to leave the study when the butler came running to the door, knocking urgently. As soon as he entered, he said, "Master, young master, Miss Jiduo has arrived with the same people from last night. They are outside the gate now!"
"What?!" Anthony couldn't believe it. Did this mean she knew what they had done, even from the very beginning?
That's what he thought, and that's what old Popov and the butler thought too.
Old Popov felt a sense of relief and said, "Please invite them to the living room! Serve them some tea and snacks. I'll be there shortly."
The butler acknowledged and withdrew. "Yes."
Anthony's eyes flashed with ferocity as he said, "Grandfather, why don't I go and gather some men now? It's her own fault for coming here!"
"Go! Don't be stingy with your things now."
“Yes,” Anthony replied and left.
Old Popov tidied himself up and slowly made his way to the living room, leaning on his cane.
When he arrived in the living room, An Moxue was sitting on the sofa, with several burly men standing not far behind her. They were the men the butler had sent out yesterday.
He glanced at her. An Moxue saw him come in but didn't get up. She was so relaxed and at ease, as if she were in her own living room, not as a guest.
A hint of dissatisfaction flashed in old Popov's eyes, but he said nothing and simply walked toward the head seat.
Once he was seated, the butler quickly poured him a cup of hot tea and placed it on the table next to old Popov.
For a moment, no one spoke; the living room was eerily quiet, and even the sound of An Moxue drinking tea could be heard clearly.
She remained unhurried. Old Popov glanced at her a few times, and she noticed but pretended not to notice. It was just a matter of patience, wasn't it?
What is she afraid of? She's already here, why should she be afraid?
What kind of joke is this?
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