This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

Shao Qun's words made both people inside and outside the room silent.

Shao Qun’s three requests were all too specific—all pointing to the bloodline of the Daxuan royal family.

But the question is, as a Daxuan official, when did Shao Qun get involved in the matter of the dragon vein? How much did he know about this matter and what role did he play?

The answer to the question may be very complicated and it would take ten days and ten nights to fully explain it.

The answer to the question may be very simple and can be explained in one sentence.

Shao Shuang'er pondered for a while and asked, "What do you want to do?"

"Shuang'er, don't ask," Shao Qun said, "The fewer people who know about this, the better. Do you think I would harm you?"

Shao Shuang'er didn't reply.

Shao Qun sighed and continued, "Shuang'er, I have given you, my only daughter, everything that a woman in the world wants. Why can't you understand the heart of a father?"

"What do I want?" Shao Shuang'er turned her face away and said slowly, "What I want is never to live in this cage, with fragrant clouds and soft hair, and live at the mercy of others."

"I want to be like her, traversing the world with a sword, asking the sky for advice..." Shao Shuang'er's eyes were red again, and she continued: "I also want to be like a free bird, soaring in the storm, and then transforming into a wisp of free wind in the shock of heaven and earth."

Shao Qun looked at his disappointing daughter, and suddenly pointed at her nose in frustration and said angrily: "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. You're still thinking about that loser, right?"

"I don't understand what you are saying." Shao Shuang'er said calmly.

Shao Qun whispered: "Of course it's the evil creature born to Concubine Shu. Let me think what his name is now. Oh - his surname is Lu, so his name is Lu..."

Shao Shuang'er said angrily: "Stop talking!"

"Do you want to know why he was able to survive back then?" Shao Qun said with a smile, "Since I can make him survive, I can also make him die."

An Ling, hiding outside the window, was thinking and suddenly discovered a blind spot: since Senior Brother Lu has always been under Shao Qun's control, why didn't he use Senior Brother Lu's bloodline, but instead went to great lengths to plan to kidnap the emperor and the eldest princess?

A bold idea slowly formed in An Ling's mind, but she didn't dare to draw a conclusion immediately - everything still had to be reasoned based on evidence.

Shao Shuang'er was completely defeated by Shao Qun, and sat there dejectedly. Shao Qun waved his sleeves and said coldly: "This matter is settled. You should pay more attention in the palace. If there is any news about the eldest princess, report it to me immediately."

After that, Shao Qun, under the arrangement of the insider, changed into the clothes of the palace servants, skillfully followed the insider's team, bypassed the patrolling guards, and left the palace.

Only after making sure that Shao Qun had really left did An Ling go into Shao Shuang'er's room.

Shao Shuang'er was standing next to the weapons rack at this time. She reached out her hand and gently stroked the weapons on it, with a puzzled look on her face.

An Ling coughed softly behind her, which attracted Shao Shuang'er's attention. She quickly pulled out a long-handled knife and decisively chopped it down behind her!

An Ling dodged easily, raised her hands and smiled at Shao Shuang'er: "Senior Sister, it's me, An Ling."

Shao Shuang'er frowned, and did not relax her vigilance because of An Ling's words. Instead, she shouted softly: "Try my trick!"

Shao Shuang'er danced the big knife perfectly, attacking An Ling's shoulders, neck, armpits, waist and lower body. The rain-like knife power combined with her cunning body movements made her look like a warrior who could defeat thousands of enemies on the battlefield!

An Ling did not use her spiritual power to block Shao Shuang'er's moves, just as Shao Shuang'er did not use her spiritual power to fight. She tapped the ground lightly with her toes and narrowly avoided Shao Shuang'er's attacks with a few sidesteps. However, she also easily kicked Shao Shuang'er's sword at her weak spot, indicating to her the flaw in this sword technique.

Shao Shuang'er's face was solemn. When she saw that An Ling had seen through her sword skills that she learned from the masters of the Imperial Palace without even drawing her sword, she threw away her sword. A faint light flashed on her wrist, and she grabbed a white sword in her hand, which was Huanhua.

"Draw your sword."

An Ling knew that Shao Shuang'er was depressed, and also knew what she was thinking, so she solemnly took out the Xiangzhu Sword from her storage bag, folded the sword flower behind her back, pointed her left hand at her chest, saluted to Shao Shuang'er and said, "Please give me your advice."

Seeing An Ling like this, Shao Shuang'er no longer held back, and swung the sword to make a gust of wind. She bent her body slightly with the sword on her back, and then used her waist, body, knees, shoulders, waist, and wrists to exert force at the same time, and swung the sword in a rotation. It was called one sword, but in fact this sword contained several sword moves that could be changed, leaving the person with no way to avoid or retreat, but if he took it head-on, he would end up with broken bones.

An Ling did not dare to be careless. She took a step back to leave herself some room to maneuver. Then, she saw the opportunity when the physical sword was attacking and jumped up, barely standing on the 80-degree angle of the Huanhua sword. Then she struck out several times with the sword, hoping to win by speed. However, she did not expect that Shao Shuang'er's strength was not used up. She followed the force of the "through-hallway" move just now and changed her move again. With the sword as the center, she turned her body into an arc and kicked An Ling's arm that was raised to block, knocking her back. The two sides distanced themselves again.

An Ling was secretly amazed in her heart. She had never seen this move of her senior sister before in the sect. It was really not easy to integrate it with Canglan's martial arts so perfectly.

Shao Shuang'er smiled and said, "These changes are what I learned from them when I was in the White Pagoda. How do you think?"

An Ling gave a thumbs up and praised: "That's amazing! You are worthy of being my senior sister!"

"You, stop talking nonsense," Shao Shuang'er's face slowly turned pink with excitement, and she said anxiously, "Try my trick again!"

Shao Shuang'er took a stance, holding the heavy sword with one hand, while with the other hand, she clenched her fist. She used her fist and sword together, coordinating and protecting each other, and attacked as fast as the wind.

An Ling blocked with her sword, but because she was practicing the most common kind of light long sword, she could not compete with Shao Shuang'er's sword in terms of strength. She had to use the Tai Chi sword to dissipate force to dissipate as much of Shao Shuang'er's force as possible. But Shao Shuang'er still had one hand free, and after An Ling got close to dissipate force, she gathered her strength and punched out several times. An Ling's heart was pounding, and she wanted to block with her sword, but was entangled by the sword, and could not get away for a while. She had to grit her teeth and squat down, and then she sank her qi into her dantian, and rushed into Shao Shuang'er's chest towards her fist, which was the "keep" technique.

Seeing An Ling's desperate fighting style, Shao Shuang'er finally softened her heart, retracted her fist, and pressed her palm against An Ling's shoulder, sighing: "You are still so desperate."

An Ling said with a playful smile: "That's because Senior Sister has softened her heart."

The two men retracted their weapons at the same time, looked at each other, and their eyes became moist and tears fell.

An Ling threw herself into Shao Shuang'er's arms and cried, "Senior Sister, you've suffered!"

Shao Shuang'er hugged An Ling back, tears streaming down her hands, and she was choked with sobs and unable to speak.

What else can they say?

A woman who is surrounded by all kinds of conspiracies and intrigues, and all kinds of life and death tests come one after another, but she cannot relax at all, because time waits for no one, she never has a chance to breathe, she has only one life, she can only swing her sword desperately to fight for everything.

A man who was entangled in family interests and was born weak, thought he could turn things around and live a free and easy life in the mountains from then on, but he unexpectedly spent half his life as a wanderer, unable to abandon his conscience, and became a pawn caught between the royal family and his father.

The two hugged each other for a while before slowly sitting down and talking about their experiences.