The Favored Heiress
Chapter 867: Master Yan, A Covert Move, Right?

Chapter 867: Chapter 867: Master Yan, A Covert Move, Right?

The imposing figure of Landis cast a shadow over Ming Dailan.

He grasped her throat viciously, and words filled with resentment poured onto Ming Dailan’s face: "It’s because of you, Charlman wants to kill us all. Why did you have to go to Parma when everything was fine? If it weren’t for you, he wouldn’t have killed to silence anyone. Duchess, the one who truly deserves to die... is you!"

Ming Dailan had never in her life felt such a clear threat of impending death.

Her pupils dilated, and the choking sensation from having her throat held left her both shocked and enraged.

Fortunately, Yin Mo stepped forward in time and kicked Landis in the back of the knee, disarming his attack.

Ming Dailan stumbled back, collapsing onto the sofa, clutching her chest and taking deep breaths.

Landis winced in pain from his knee, his leg buckling and causing him to collide with the corner of the nearby table.

Ming Dailan supported herself with one hand on the sofa, her breath trembling, "Yin Mo, hand him over to the Knight Squad."

Yin Mo very subtly frowned; giving him to the Knight Squad would render Qi Zai’s arrangement futile.

She hesitated, but Landis laughed hoarsely.

The laugh was desolate, his eyes full of sarcasm and hatred, "You truly are undeserving of sympathy. No wonder Charlman wanted to kill your child and remove your uterus. You deserve this."

Ming Dailan’s breath abruptly stopped.

The suffocating feeling in her chest hadn’t dissipated, but she instinctively held her breath.

Ming Dailan prided herself on being perceptive, but at the moment, her mind was muddled.

Yin Mo retreated a few steps nonchalantly, watching with detached interest.

Ming Dailan swallowed painfully, her pupils shattering into a state of despair, appearing both incredulous and absurd.

Her voice was hoarse and raspy, her face pale as snow, "What did you, you say?"

Landis sneered, the wound on his shoulder splitting open, staining the blue shirt with blood, adding to the horrifying sight.

The pleasure of this revenge drove Landis nearly mad. He leaned forward slightly, staring straight at Ming Dailan’s ashen face, repeating word for word, "You, deserve, this. Your child deserved to die. The night before we departed from the British Imperial to Parma, we received orders to take out your child.

Duchess, the reason your eldest son in Parma was injured was also by Charlman’s order. Otherwise, how could he frame Parma and remove your uterus?

You’re truly the most foolish and misguided woman I’ve ever met, vain and greedy, unable to distinguish the real culprit for the sake of money and status.

Did you know that on the day something terrible happened to you in Parma, the only ones who truly tried to save you were your ex-husband and your son?"

Ming Dailan couldn’t utter a single word, her mind filled with Landis’ firm accusations and ridicule.

The world she always trusted seemed to collapse right before her eyes.

Reason told her not to believe, but Landis’ hatred was anything but feigned, a madness eager to eliminate quickly.

The light in Ming Dailan’s eyes completely extinguished, her eardrums buzzing as time seemed to rewind to that midsummer night, eleven years ago.

The chaos of the Shang Family Old House, her abdominal pain leading to suffocation, with only a family doctor and two maids in the room. She seemed to have received a painkiller injection and later fell into a deep slumber.

When she awoke, she had lost her six-month-old child and womanhood, a bloody mess indicating she could no longer bear children. Ningning became her last child.

Her heart turned to ashes, vowing to find the culprit.

Eventually, all the clues pointed to Shaoyan; she had investigated but seemed to find only one truth.

From that day on, she hated Shang Shaoyan, hated his cruel methods.

Xiao Hongdao rushed to Parma overnight, treating her with utmost care while being furious for her sake.

Ming Dailan suddenly became confused, her whole body shrank back. She didn’t even notice her nails digging into her palm, "Impossible... What you’re saying isn’t true."

Landis laughed heartily, biting his teeth and forcing out a sentence from between them, "You’ll find out if it’s true after you die. Those who died because of you are waiting for you in hell."

Ming Dailan was still immersed in the world that had collapsed, unable to wake up.

She had many questions to ask, but when words were on the tip of her tongue, she didn’t know how to begin.

Everything seemed so pale and powerless.

What reason would Landis have to lie to her?

It was when she retraced the memories sealed for eleven years that she realized everything was chillingly coincidental.

She had been ruled by preconceived notions that overshadowed all reason and thought.

The person she hated from the beginning was never meant to be Shaoyan.

At that moment, Ming Dailan vaguely thought of that play.

It seemed like everything had been foreshadowed.

Some lines kept echoing in her ear:

——What reason does he have to harm your child?

——You’ve never understood your son.

Ming Dailan’s breathing accelerated, too many unexpected truths causing her heart to race and blood pressure to soar.

In less than half a minute, Ming Dailan’s trembling lips passed out on the sofa.

The room was deathly quiet, Yin Mo remained calm, unaffected.

Seeing Ming Dailan faint, she frowned slightly, calling softly while checking her breath.

Oh, not dead.

"Is that enough?" At this moment, Landis’ expression had fully withdrawn.

Although his eyes were still red, his emotions were no longer as agitated as before.

Yin Mo glanced at Ming Dailan, thought for a moment, and then nodded, "Let’s go, I’ll take you out first."

...

Top floor, rooftop.

Li Qiao stood alone in the night, looking at the distant mountains, lost in thought.

Yin Mo pushed open the iron gate, saw her back, and smiled slightly, "Zai."

Landis nodded and called out, "Miss Li."

Li Qiao turned around, her gaze caught on Landis’s blood-stained shoulder, she raised an eyebrow and asked, "Injured?"

"No." Landis turned his head to glance, "It’s an old wound that reopened, it’s nothing serious."

Li Qiao nodded knowingly, "Thanks for the trouble today."

Landis rolled his Adam’s apple, "The thing you promised me before..."

"Someone will come to take you away later, from now on, you’re to live in anonymity."

Landis tightened his lips, "Thank you."

As they spoke, the iron door behind the rooftop was pushed open, and Little White Cow poked his head in, "Landis, let’s go."

Landis gazed at Li Qiao once more, giving her a gentlemanly bow before leaving, "Goodbye."

Li Qiao smiled as she saw him off, and with that, Landis completely disappeared from the entirety of the border region.

Even his records in the British Imperial Statistical Bureau were stamped with the mark of death.

After Landis left, Li Qiao swallowed and looked up at the pitch-black night sky, "How did she react?"

Yin Mo walked to her side, gazing at the stars with her, "It was a big blow, she fainted."

"Was it really that big?" Li Qiao murmured with a drawn-out tone, "This is just the beginning."

Compared to the torment Shang Yu has suffered all these years, Ming Dailan merely learned the truth.

At this moment, Yin Mo lowered her head, turning to look at Li Qiao’s extremely cold profile, "You’re not going to meet her?"

Li Qiao smiled faintly, "It’s not the time yet. Making her believe what Landis said is hard enough, if I appear, she’ll just blame it all on me ’aiding Shang Yu in escaping guilt.’"

People always look for excuses and justifications for their mistakes the moment they make them.

So, from start to finish, Li Qiao never showed up; she wanted Ming Dailan to discover the truth herself.

Only by seeing it with her own eyes can everything be unveiled.

Otherwise, the effect is halved.

Yin Mo understood, she reached out to pat Li Qiao’s head and gently teased, "If you meet her, it might just increase her guilt."

"Guilt?" Li Qiao looked at her, curling her lips, "Such a cheap thing, I don’t want it."

Can mere guilt offset what she has done? If not, what’s the use?

Li Qiao sighed into the night, turning her gaze to Yin Mo, "You should go back now, her bodyguards will return soon, be careful."

Yin Mo nodded and turned to leave, but not before stepping forward to hug Li Qiao, "You too."

...

After five minutes, Li Qiao made a phone call, then stepped out of the rooftop and went to the floor where Bai Yan was located.

As she stepped out of the elevator, Little White Tiger also emerged from the adjacent car, pushing a dining cart, "Sis! Everything is ready."

Li Qiao licked her lips and motioned toward the other end of the hallway, "Follow me."

Shortly after, Little White Tiger pushed the dining cart and knocked on the last suite’s door, "Hello, room service."

In a moment, the door opened, and Little White Tiger looked up, dumbfounded.

Whoa.

Isn’t this one of Black Daddy’s underlings?

Wang Yue squinted at Little White Tiger and glanced at the dining cart, "Bring it in."

He didn’t know who ordered the meal, maybe it was those two gentlemen.

Catching a glance at the wall outside the door as Wang Yue stepped aside, Little White Tiger saw Li Qiao remain silent, so he gritted his teeth and pushed the cart inside.

Damn, he didn’t bring a gun.

After Little White Tiger went in, Wang Yue conveniently closed the door.

At that moment, Li Qiao leaned against the wall, crossing her right leg in front of her left, and pulled a sour plum box from her pocket, putting a piece in her mouth.

One, two, three...

She counted to three, and the door opened.

A familiar, crisp scent swept through the air, as Shang Yu stepped out.

The man was clad in an elegant black, and as he stopped, he slowly turned his head to see Li Qiao leaning against the wall, eating plum slices.

"Master Yan, a secret path, right?"

Li Qiao hadn’t called him Master Yan for a long time, and the faintly mocking tone paired with her bold and wanton brows etched into Shang Yu’s eyes, softening his heart beyond measure.

The man’s arm brushed the wall as it wound around her waist, pulling his beloved into his embrace.

Shang Yu leaned down, his brows threaded with a smile, "How did you find out?"

Li Qiao, with a plum slice in her mouth, merely glancing at him and poked his chest with her index finger, "If one wants no one to know..."

The man pressed his forehead against hers, his smile deepening, "Yes, my fault for hiding it from you."

Li Qiao tilted her chin, "Let go, go drink soup."

Inside the room, Little White Tiger was still at a loss.

He didn’t see the two people embracing outside the door, instead staring at the four bowls of oxtail soup on the dining cart, dumbfounded.

What kind of constitution is this? Needing this much tonic soup in the middle of the night?