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A different Target, a different room, a different weapon, yet the fleeting highlights are so similar to Feather.
He stood in a closed room, dressed in sleek black attire that gleamed, adjusting something bit by bit.
With a whoosh, the object pierced through the iron wall, leaving a deep imprint behind.
Clap, clap, clap—a round of applause followed, and then a middle-aged man entered, dressed in Teal and Blue, resembling the color of a large tree. He was tall and had a serious expression.
He revealed a satisfied smile and patted the young man's shoulder. "Not bad, not bad. You've made great progress this time."
The young man turned slightly, his face pale but with a confident smile at the corner of his mouth. "Range increased by twenty percent, Penetration improved by fifty percent."
"Hahaha!" The middle-aged man stood tall; his slightly aged features could not hide the military presence and confidence he exuded. "Another great achievement for our country. You will surely be remembered in history."
"Encouragement from Xie Chang!" The young man stood with his feet together and arms at shoulder height, giving a standard Salute.
"Good. Quickly draft a detailed plan and put it into production."
After the middle-aged soldier left, the young man carefully examined the weapon in his hands, always finding something unsatisfactory.
The scene shifted to an unfamiliar place.
Yes, it looked very strange yet familiar—this was the Dynasty where he currently lived.
The previously fleeting images were now so clear. Yang Yichen frowned slightly, lost in thought.
He normally wouldn’t believe such bizarre things, yet a voice inside him told him that the young man was indeed himself.
But why were their outfits completely different? Both had clean-cut short hair.
However, in the Western Moon Kingdom and even in the current era, there was no custom of short hair; one’s body was given by their parents and should be carefully protected.
At that moment, a surprised voice exclaimed nearby, "Young Master, your skills have improved again, hehehe."
Anan hurried over, pulling out an arrow that was deeply embedded in the wall, leaving only its tail visible, and let out an uncontrollable gasp.
Yang Yichen's train of thought was interrupted, but those vivid scenes remained deeply etched in his mind. He urgently needed to uncover the truth behind it all and what connection it had with Liu Qingxi.
"Well, arrange for someone to make sure there are several at each of our bases as soon as possible."
"Yes!" Anan stood up straight, happily responding.
His master was truly impressive; he dared to ensure that the safety factor of every information-gathering base under the Young Master's name was at its highest.
There were rumors in the martial world that some people could be provoked while others could not, because they did not rely on martial arts or numbers; just a few weapons could easily repel their opponents.
So who was the great figure behind this? Of course, it was this seemingly young yet extraordinarily experienced and capable boy.
Afterward, Yang Yichen continued to arrange other matters. For a fourteen-year-old boy, there were too many tasks to complete, not only including the assets left by his master but also the shops he had reclaimed from Yang Bingshan.
Naturally, there were those he was unwilling to let go, such as Wandehai, who had been temporarily forgotten due to the earthquake.
After dealing with post-disaster reconstruction for several days, Yang Yichen had overlooked him. However, that did not mean the matter would simply pass.
He found some letters regarding Wandehai among a pile of correspondence and smiled after reading a couple of them.
These dog-eat-dog scenarios really required no intervention from him; they were already tearing each other apart.
When the earthquake struck, Liu Qingzhi, the neglected Auntie, surprisingly had no one to care for her. She stumbled out alone but found the courtyard gate locked and had no way to seek help.
The servants scattered like birds at the first sign of trouble. By the time they returned after the earthquake calmed down, it had already been two days. She had gone without food for two consecutive days.
Chapped lips curled into a grimace, eyes vacant, hair dull and yellowed, and once-bright clothes now covered in dust, it was impossible to tell what she had looked like before. Her emaciated body had a protruding belly.
At that time, the master of Wanjia gathered together, and the women were indecisive, waiting for the male head of the household, Wandehai, to speak.
At this moment, Liu Qingzhi's miserable state was revealed, and Wandehai felt an immense pain in his heart; after all, this was his long-awaited child.
Thus, the man set aside his business affairs and returned to being considerate towards Liu Qingzhi.
But was it effective? Ha!
Madam Wan was waiting for this opportunity. To ensure everything went flawlessly, she had been plotting for several months. Even as Liu Qingzhi's belly grew larger, she had not yet made her move.
However, the master had eyes; given her this chance, how could she not seize it?
Weak and frail, Liu Qingzhi witnessed Wandehai's complete turnaround. Faced with countless citizens outside who had no food to eat, her life could only be described as one of excess amidst suffering.
Under Wandehai's orders, servants brought forth an endless array of delicious food and drink as if it were a banquet. Bird's Nest, Shark Fin, Sea Cucumber, and Abalone were delivered without charge.
After days of plain porridge and vegetables, Liu Qingzhi, starving and wide-eyed, devoured the food ravenously, her mouth and face smeared with grease.
Once satisfied with food and drink, she was carefully escorted back to her room by the servants.
However,
Suddenly unaccustomed to such rich food, in the middle of the night, Liu Qingzhi's stomach gurgled loudly. Her digestive system could not handle the greasy meal, leading to vomiting and diarrhea.
The doctor was summoned by Wandehai as if it were a matter of life and death. Yet,
The next day, the child was still gone. The pools of blood caused Wandehai immense heartache while Liu Qingzhi was filled with terror: "Master, Master, I didn't mean to! I don't know what happened!"
Lying on the bed, her pale face grew even paler, and the veins on her thin hands were visible as she desperately clutched Wandehai's sleeve. "My lord, please forgive me!"
Wandehai suddenly shook her off. "You couldn't even protect a child; what use are you?"
The man, turning away, showed no mercy to the woman who had once carried his children.
After hearing the news, Madam Wan laughed heartily, feeling utterly delighted.
"Hahaha, I knew that shameless little wretch couldn't resist. Perfect! The medicine I prepared won't even be needed; no matter how my lord investigates, he won't trace it back to me."
A glimmer of cunning flashed across the woman's chubby face as she smirked slightly, her heavy makeup obscuring her true complexion. Her red lips glistened in the sunlight, sending chills down one's spine.
She hadn't done much—just instructed the servants to add extra oil when preparing Liu Qingzhi's meals. What did it matter? As the head matriarch, look how magnanimous she was, how concerned for her lord's woman.
Internally scoffing, Liu Qingzhi, do you really think you can outplay me? Hmph! It was all intentional.
Most people know that after prolonged hunger, one shouldn't suddenly consume too much greasy food.
But Liu Qingzhi didn't care; in order to showcase Wandehai's favor, she deliberately ordered the most expensive and nourishing dishes.
Little did she know that it was precisely her vanity that allowed Madam Wan to plot against her.
Yang Yichen set down the letter.
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