Inside the Kang Wang Residence in Linfeng City.
Murong Qing, Kang Wang’s Consort, was coldly staring at the frivolous, greasy middle-aged man before her.
“Young Master Jiang, please show some self-respect. Your father is not dead yet.”
The Heir of the Kang Wang Residence, already over fifty years old, who was also Jiang Qingzhi’s elder brother, not only wasn't afraid of Kang Wang’s Consort’s words, but found it even more stimulating.
He lecherously sized up the peerless beauty before him and said, “Murong Qing, you don’t really think that old geezer can live much longer, do you?”
“This Prince can even tell you, that old geezer can live at most three more days.”
“Once that old geezer dies, what do you think your fate will be?”
“Submit to this Prince now, and this Prince can spare your life, and incidentally ensure your lifelong glory and wealth; if you don’t…hehe.”
“What are you, to presume to call yourself ‘this Prince’?” Murong Qing looked at the morally corrupt beast before her with disdain and said coldly.
“As long as your father is alive, you will only be a Young Master of the Residence.”
“And hasn’t your father forbidden you from entering the Kang Wang Residence again? Aren’t you afraid of being thrown out again?”
Feeling Murong Qing’s contemptuous gaze, Jiang Shi San grew enraged. He said with a chilling tone.
“You lowly courtesan trained by the White Jade Pavilion, this Prince gave my old father Face by calling you Kang Wang’s Consort; now that old geezer is about to die, what are you?”
“Your figure is so vulgar, yet you pretend to be pure and untainted. You stinking bitch, don’t refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit!”
“This Prince has countless ways to get you onto this Prince’s bed. If it weren’t for this Prince’s preference for actively pursuing the thrill, would you even be worthy of speaking to this Prince?”
Listening to Jiang Shi San’s blustering threats, Murong Qing said disdainfully, “If you have the capability, then do it. Only an incapable dog barks incessantly, you waste.”
“What you’ve said to me today, I will relay it to your father verbatim later.”
Ignoring Jiang Shi San’s almost spitting fire gaze, Murong Qing turned and walked back to her small courtyard, while also instructing.
“Xiao Huan, see the guest out.”
Staring intently at Murong Qing’s alluring back, her slender waist that could be spanned by a hand, and her astonishingly curved, full and enticing peach-like buttocks.
Jiang Shi San felt a surge of heat in his lower abdomen.
Recalling the disdainful expression on Murong Qing’s exquisite Face just now, Jiang Shi San immediately felt a rush of excitement.
Three seconds later, Jiang Shi San realized he needed to change his pants.
Xiao Huan, who was seeing the guest out, also noticed this. Although she felt immense disgust, she was just a maid after all.
Xiao Huan could only suppress her nausea and say, “Your Highness, please help yourself.”
After speaking, Xiao Huan quickly closed the courtyard gate, afraid that this Young Master Jiang would cause more trouble.
Outside the door, Jiang Shi San looked at the tightly shut courtyard gate. He had now recovered from his mental climax.
His expression constantly shifted as he thought of the lowly maid’s disrespect just now. He decided that after he got Murong Qing, that woman, he would play with that dead maid as well, and then sell her to a brothel.
Heh, that stinking bitch Murong Qing still wants to go complain to the old geezer. I originally wanted to let that old geezer live a few more days, but now it seems I can’t let him live.
Today, I’ll kill that old geezer. After I rest a bit, tomorrow night, I’ll let Murong Qing truly experience my prowess.
Fantastizing about Murong Qing wearing mourning clothes and being forced to submit, Jiang Shi San felt another surge of heat in his heart.
Unfortunately, he could only think about it in his pig-like brain, because his little brother was now like dead, showing no reaction at all.
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Meanwhile, outside the Kang Wang Residence, the second Young Master of the Jiang Family, who was also Jiang Qingzhi’s third brother, Jiang Shi San, was currently “plotting a great scheme” with the Son of Destiny, Ye Fan.
“Divine Doctor Ye, is your medicine reliable? Are you sure that old geezer will… at the third quarter of the hour of Wu?”
Ye Fan, seeing that this power-hungry fellow dared to question him, immediately said displeased, “What? Young Master Jiang, are you questioning my poison skills?”
“No, no, it’s just… Divine Doctor Ye, do you really have the confidence to leave no trace at all? I don’t want to bear the reputation of patricide.”
“Young Master Jiang, you can rest assured. I guarantee that this matter will be done without anyone knowing.”
“Your ‘will’ should already be hidden under Jiang Linfeng’s pillow, right?”
“It’s hidden well.”
“That’s good. When Young Master Jiang takes power, don’t forget to give me my payment.” Thinking of Murong Qing’s graceful figure, Ye Fan licked his dry lips and said.
“Hehe, certainly.” Jiang Shi San’s expression remained normal on the surface, but in his heart, he had already decided how Ye Fan would die.
Looking at Jiang Shi San’s clumsy acting, Ye Fan also sneered inwardly.
I’ve already given you a chance; if you seek your own death, then don’t blame me, Ye, for being ruthless.
Just as both inside and outside the Kang Wang Residence were scenes of feigned filial piety, Zhou Fan had already snuck Jiang Qingzhi to Kang Wang Jiang Linfeng’s bedside.
With Zhou Fan’s Innate realm Cultivation, only Meng Li’s elder sister, Meng Xue, throughout the entire Kang Wang Residence, could detect Zhou Fan’s movements.
However, Meng Xue was currently Cultivating in other areas of Linfeng City, so Zhou Fan naturally had unobstructed access directly into the Kang Wang Residence.
At this moment, by Kang Wang’s bed, Jiang Qingzhi looked at the emaciated Jiang Linfeng, her eyes already red.
Although Jiang Qingzhi did not agree with Jiang Linfeng’s kindness to her over the years, seeing her dying old father before her, Jiang Qingzhi still did not wish for him to end his life so painfully.
And Zhou Fan, beside her, looking at his old friend tormented by illness and schemes into such a state, also felt some emotion in his heart.
Although Jiang Linfeng had a chaotic private life, he was undeniably good to his true friends. Zhou Fan was able to safely retire from the Jianghu back then partly due to Jiang Linfeng’s help.
Of course, Zhou Fan didn’t owe Jiang Linfeng anything, as he had helped Jiang Linfeng a lot when he was young.
Even in the matter of Jiang Linfeng becoming Kang Wang, the young Zhou Fan had contributed a lot.
Alas, time is truly merciless.
Zhou Fan placed his hand on Jiang Linfeng’s pulse, sensing his fading vitality.
Zhou Fan knew that Jiang Linfeng could not be saved.
Perhaps before Jiang Qingzhi set out, Jiang Linfeng could still have been attempted to be rescued.
But during the time Jiang Qingzhi was away, Jiang Linfeng’s condition rapidly deteriorated, which was likely related to his foolish sons.
Zhou Fan even discovered three deeply hidden toxins in Jiang Linfeng’s internal organs through True Qi.
Had he not already reached the pinnacle of Martial Dao Innate realm in True Qi manipulation, he probably wouldn’t have noticed them.
Judging by the accumulated amount and incubation time of these toxins, Jiang Linfeng would certainly not survive the night.
Looking at his old friend’s tragic appearance, Zhou Fan took out a box of silver needles from his sleeve. Through his clothing, in less than three seconds, he inserted a box of silver needles into various parts of Jiang Linfeng’s body.
Immediately, Yin Yang True Qi, manipulated by Zhou Fan, began to circulate within Jiang Linfeng’s body.
First detoxify, then save the person.
