Bring your aunt to eat big meat, the scumbag father's family is furious

Song Dujuan frowned: "Unorthodox methods?"

She had heard Song Ruier say these things before, and although she was extra careful, she was only half-believing and half-doubting. Now, seeing Song Ruier's serious demeanor, could it be that she had underestimated Qiao Lian'er?

Although her plan failed at the Qiao residence, Qiao Lian'er's ability to draw a portrait in advance didn't seem like anything remarkable.

All I can say is that she is exceptionally thoughtful and cautious.

"It seems you don't know her well enough," Song Ruier snorted. "You can imagine that whatever you do, Qiao Lian'er can hide herself and secretly watch you from the side. All your plans and schemes will be exposed. Compared to her, she has a much more proactive control over the situation."

Song Dujuan's pupils dilated, her expression one of disbelief: "Is it really that miraculous?"

So, it's likely that Qiao Lian'er knew about her plan and secretly followed her.

When they entered the Qiao residence, everyone disguised their appearance, so Qiao Lian'er should have had a hard time guessing their identities.

But in the end, Qiao Lian'er's attitude clearly showed that she knew everything.

Song Dujuan took a deep breath and subconsciously glanced around, a layer of goosebumps rising all over her body.

She feared that at this very moment, Qiao Lian'er was hiding somewhere, silently watching her, listening to what she had to say.

However, she immediately realized that Qiao Lian'er's special abilities were being limited.

She can no longer do what she used to.

"You came to me just to tell me this."

"Yes, you hate her to the core, and now that such a good opportunity has come up, of course I can't let you miss it. After all, we're cousins." Song Ruier smiled insincerely.

Song Dujuan sneered: "I'm just a guilty slave girl who was bought and confined to this courtyard every day, sweeping and washing clothes. How could I have the energy to settle accounts with Qiao Lian'er?"

Song Ruier, however, had a knowing look on her face but said nothing, and got up and left.

After taking two steps, he turned his head to look at Song Dujuan.

"Cousin, I'm waiting for your good news."

"By the way, you'd better hurry up. Although Qiao Lian'er's abilities are limited right now, she will recover eventually. This is not a long-term solution."

A hint of disgust flashed in Song Dujuan's eyes. "Song Ruier, you just want me to stand up for you while you hide away. You're avoiding trouble because there's no benefit in it, but on the contrary, you're reaping the benefits."

Stop dreaming. If there's any benefit to be had, I won't share a single penny with you.

However, Qiao Lian'er is no longer as useful, and I believe the Prince of Yan would be very happy to know this news.

She can't go to the Prince of Yan because her abilities are limited. Qiao Lian'er will definitely make more arrangements in terms of spies. She will be very conspicuous once she leaves this door.

Song Dujuan waited patiently for a few days, and then the man came again.

After listening to Song Dujuan's words, he paused for a moment: "Is the information accurate?"

“Song Ruier came to tell me personally that he and I have a common enemy, that I have been sold into slavery, and that he has no reason to get rid of me through Qiao Lian’er. On the contrary, he wants to see Qiao Lian’er suffer.”

The man said, "These unverifiable things should be treated as strange tales and not taken seriously."

Song Dujuan understood what the other party meant; they simply didn't want people to know that the Prince of Yan might take action next.

Even though she was being groomed, the other party remained wary of her.

In the end, it was the old fox, the Prince of Yan, who was too cunning and hid himself too well.

Even now, Qiao Lian'er is still unaware that the Prince of Yan had gotten involved in the matter of the Song family members disguising themselves and entering the Qiao residence.

But this is for the best. The more capable and cunning the Prince of Yan is, the greater his chances of defeating Qiao Lian'er.

A figure entered the Prince of Yan's residence and stepped into the bedroom.

The Prince of Yan held a document in his hand, his eyebrows slightly lowered, his expression focused.

The visitor leaned down and whispered something in the ear of the Prince of Yan.

The Prince of Yan's expression shifted slightly. He didn't speak, but simply flipped through the documents in his hand and circled a few words with his brush.

The visitor pondered for a moment, seemed to understand, clasped his hands in a respectful gesture, and left.

The steward stirred the charcoal in the stove, making it burn even brighter, then picked up the documents and threw them into the stove.

Flames erupted, engulfing and swallowing the documents.

The Prince of Yan stood with his hands behind his back by the window, the night outside enveloping him, making his eyes appear even darker.

The fact that the space is now unusable has had a significant impact on Qiao Lian'er.

Goods in the stores always sell out quickly, and many shelves are starting to become empty.

Every day, people would come to inquire about the goods at the store, but as time went on, the goods were still not fully replenished, which caused dissatisfaction among customers and led to complaints. The women of the Qiao family also showed signs of worry.

Aunt Feng found Qiao Lian'er and spoke to her gently, afraid of upsetting her.

"Lian'er, has something happened?"

There has never been a shortage of goods. Whenever restocking is needed, Lian'er will replenish the goods without them even having to ask.

But now, most of the shelves are empty, and we've been out of stock for over a month. Lian'er would never do this for no reason; something must have gone wrong.

Qiao Lian'er said, "Aunt, please have the whole family come to the living room. I have something to say."

"Yes, I'll go and call everyone right away," said Madam Feng.

Qiao Lian'er picked up her teacup, took a sip, and looked slightly tired.

During this time, she did not give up searching for Huo Xiu, and Pei Shijiu searched even harder, but Huo Xiu never appeared again.

It seems that Huo Xiu is also aware of their intentions.

Limited by space, she could not move freely between the various fiefdoms, nor could she easily reach the Kachin region. Although she had arranged for people to handle these matters, she could not do it herself, and news could not be obtained in a timely manner, which greatly increased the inconvenience.

The Qiao family members all gathered in the living room. For a long time, not only had the goods not been replenished on time, but Lian'er had also stopped picking up and dropping off the Qiao family's generals in the capital and their fiefdom as before.

Moreover, although Lian'er was as calm as before, everyone in the Qiao family could feel that she exuded a repressed aura.

More than selling goods or providing convenience, they were concerned about whether Lian'er had encountered any trouble, whether she was having a hard time, and whether it would affect her.

The two elders of the Qiao family tried to subtly inquire, but Qiao Lian'er simply told them to relax.

She held onto the hope that she could find Huo Xiu as soon as possible, force him to take action, and restore everything to normal. However, a month had passed, and she could no longer keep it a secret from the Qiao family.

"As everyone has seen, the reason for this situation is indeed that there was a problem on my end."

"All along, the reason I've been able to produce so many good things, arrive at a certain place in the shortest amount of time, and conceal my whereabouts is because I possess a special skill. This is a gift from heaven, which I use to protect my family and benefit the Qiao family. I've also been able to resolve many crises thanks to the convenience of this skill."

“I cherish it very much and I’m very careful. But a little over a month ago, a Five Elements sorcerer appeared and used magic to prevent me from using this ability.”