The clouds and mists have dispersed, and everyone knows that I love you.

After he finished speaking, Shi Rong did not pause.

With only a tiny dagger in his hand that gleamed with silver light, he charged forward once again, fighting a fierce battle with the Huo family's thugs.

"Hey! Mingxing!"

Shen Mingxing really couldn't help it this time!

Why did the Huo family bully others like this? He was the one who refused to agree to Shi Rong marrying into the family, and now he is the one who forced Shi Rong to marry into the family!

Is there any justice in the world?!

"Stop pulling me!"

Shen Mingxing threw away the bag in her hand and was about to rush over to help, but Ji Xinyue and Xia Zhi reacted quickly and held her waist tightly on both sides, refusing to let go.

"Shen Mingxing! Calm down! Have you forgotten what Shi Rong told us before you came here?"

"I do not remember!"

When Shen Mingxing people get anxious, their tempers are also particularly manic! They are so stubborn that even nine bulls can't pull them back.

"Then do you still want to marry Huo Qiye?"

While Ji Xinyue pulled her, she asked a question that was extremely important to her.

After hearing this name, Shen Mingxing hesitated for a moment, then shook his head firmly.

"I won't marry you! There's no point in marrying into a family like this!"

"Not getting married anymore!?"

Ji Xinyue was now completely anxious. She shook off the mad Shen Mingxing in her hand, stretched out her slender index finger, pointed at her charming face, and scolded loudly.

"Shen Mingxing! You keep saying you won't get married? Even I feel sorry for Shi Rong when I hear that! Do you know what Shi Rong has sacrificed to get you married into the Huo family's second branch?!"

"Do you think Xia Zhi and I are selfish and don't want to go over and help? It's because our boyfriends are all connected to the Huo family! If you go and fight the Huo family today, how will you face them in the future!?"

As soon as these words were spoken, not only Shen Mingxing calmed down, but everyone present also looked at him sideways.

Half of them looked at Ji Xinyue, who was bossing people around, and the other half looked at Shi Rong, who was still fighting alone and not at all at a disadvantage.

What else did she give?!

This is the answer that Huo Jiuzhou, Huo Qiye and Chu Zhao have racked their brains for but have not been able to come up with.

Seeing that the battle was about to end, Shi Rong withdrew at the moment, and gently flipped the right palm of his hand upwards.

Four long silver needles, as thin as cow hair, were shot out from her hands with her thumb, middle finger and ring finger at the same time, piercing through the fragile eyebrows of the last four people, leaving a small mark of blood, and then instantly formed a semicircular line and bounced back into her palm.

This kind of delicate and subtle skill might not be apparent to ordinary people, but it did not escape the sharp eyes of Huo Jiuzhou and his companions.

Huo Yan narrowed his eyes slightly and made a clear distinction in just the blink of an eye.

"Flying Flower Hidden Weapon Technique? This is the unique skill of the Ying family in East City. How come you can use it so skillfully? Who are you?"

The most unique thing about the so-called "Flying Flower Hidden Weapon Method" is that when the hidden weapon in the hand flies out and hits the target, people who have practiced and mastered this method for many years can control the strength of their fingertips and palms and use special raw materials to make the hidden weapon fly out, and then retract it into the palm of the hand in its original form and shoot multiple times in succession.

Once this method is used, it is almost invincible! Those who do not have an extraordinary foundation in martial arts are simply unable to avoid it.

Shi Rong was neither hurried nor slow, and while closing his hands, he smiled nonchalantly.

"A few years ago, thanks to Miss Ying's kindness, I also learned a few moves from her, that's all."

Huo Yan glared at her, completely furious at her attempt to cover up her crime. He patiently refuted Shi Rong's statement.

"Miss Shi, as far as I know, the Flying Flower Hidden Weapon Technique has been exclusively mastered by the descendants of the Ying family since its inception. It's known as an unprecedented and unique skill, renowned throughout the world. It's incredibly difficult to learn and practice, easy to defend but difficult to attack. Only those who have undergone years of training and mastered it can achieve the level of ease and control you just achieved. What exactly is your relationship to the Ying family? You'd better explain it to me!"

Without waiting for Shi Rong to speak, he started talking nonsense and muddled the matter.

A majestic and loud female voice, accompanied by dozens of figures following behind, slowly walked into the main venue from the main gate.

The leader in the center was an old woman who was already over fifty years old but still had charm. She had smooth black hair that reached her shoulders and was tied up in a high bun at the back of her head in an elegant style with a bunch of white crabapple flower hairpins on it. She had a face with deep and bright features, and even though it was full of vicissitudes of life, she was still graceful and generous.

She was as elegant as a chrysanthemum, with red lips and fair complexion. On each earlobe of her face, she wore a pair of round and plump pearl earrings. Paired with the luxurious ladies' suit with navy blue and dark green edges, she looked even more graceful.

"Is there a possibility that she is the legitimate daughter of the Ying family?"

The painting style changed too quickly, causing Shi Rong, who had been standing still and remaining calm, to become indifferent.

The moment he saw the huge crowd, he knelt down on his knees and worshipped them, without even having time to react. He and the three women behind him, including Shen Mingxing, bowed down in worship.

"The granddaughter has met her grandmother."

"Mingxing."

"Xia Zhi."

"Xinyue."

"I've met the mistress."

The person who came was the famous mistress of the Ying family in Dongcheng, Feng Qingning!

! ! ! ? ? ?

Everyone present was only at the Huo family's banquet for less than three hours tonight, and they were overwhelmed by the earth-shaking and endless twists and turns, one after another, which made them breathless.

Did they hear it correctly?

That humble, weak, and inconspicuous Shi Rong was actually the daughter of the famous Dongcheng Ying family!?

If they had not seen it with their own eyes, it would have seemed like a dream. Not only Huo Jiuzhou and his companions, but even Huo Yan, who was sitting in the host seat, was so startled that he jumped up suddenly.

Feng Qingning ignored everyone's surprised reactions and quickly approached Shi Rong who was kneeling on the ground, unexpectedly.

"Plop" sound.

He led the Ying family members behind him to kneel down and kowtow to Shi Rong in front of them.

Shi Rong raised his head, his pair of watery eyes suddenly widened, and his tone was unusually hurried and urgent.

"Grandmother! You are my elder and the mistress of the family. You cannot show such great courtesy to a younger generation. This is against the rules and will embarrass your granddaughter. Please stand up, Grandmother!"

After saying that, he and the three women behind him knocked their heads to the ground.

Feng Qingning looked at Shi Rong with eyes filled with heart-wrenching pity. She shook her head slowly, her voice firm and powerful.

"I'm expressing my gratitude on behalf of the entire Ying family. My young master has finally come to her senses and returned home. She's finally endured enough hardship and suffering outside, and tasted all the bitterness of the world. She's agreed to return to me and support the Ying family! So, you deserve this bow!"

Shi Rong hit his head on the ground, closed his eyes tightly, and bit his soft lower lip tightly.