Chapter 18 Crushing the Will

Heaving a sigh, Jiang Cheng heavily sneezed under the eaves.

“Are you alright, Jiang Ge? Did you catch a cold from overthinking things?” Yao Shunyu's reaction was even more eager than Fatty's, and he began taking off his coat, intending to put it on Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng waved his hand. “I’m fine.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, a long-absent figure appeared at the courtyard gate. Lin Qianqian held her head high, carrying the porcelain bottle, her eyes defiant. The corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, and her pace was rhythmic, exuding an indomitable aura as she bore down on them.

As Lin Qianqian approached, everyone's gaze focused on the porcelain bottle in her hands. When they saw the shattered yellow talisman on it, everyone’s expressions became priceless.

Especially Yao Shunyu, who clenched his fists with excitement, his breathing rapid.

This scene was interpreted entirely differently by Lin Qianqian. She assumed they were all apprehensive because their scheme had been exposed. She was most pleased with Jiang Cheng and Wang Fugui's expressions.

Though the former pretended to be calm, Lin Qianqian, well-versed in such matters, knew he was merely trying to maintain his remaining dignity, while in reality, he was panicking.

As for the latter… Lin Qianqian sneered, unable to suppress the upward curve of her lips. Wang Fugui's expression was indescribably comical, his face flushed, his mouth tight, and his body trembling, as if he was forcibly controlling himself from being completely dumbfounded.

Soon, Lin Qianqian understood that Luo Tianhe's scheme was targeting Wang Fugui. If Jiang Cheng had truly deceived her tonight, she might have been the one to die. But if he hadn't, hehe, Wang Fugui would be the one to die!

So, seeing that she had exposed Jiang Cheng's trick, Wang Fugui was terrified, understandably.

Thinking this, Lin Qianqian pursed her lips and feigned a sigh in Wang Fugui's direction, intentionally shaking the porcelain bottle at him, showcasing her victorious posture to the fullest.

If the doctor hadn't warned him to restrain himself, Fatty wouldn't have been able to hold back any longer.

Lin Qianqian raised an eyebrow, a new idea suddenly forming in her mind. “Jiang Cheng-ge,” she called sweetly, her eyes alluring, “The tools you left me were especially useful. Look, I dug up this Resentful Infant Jar (yuan ying ping) as soon as I started digging. Thank you.”

“My dear sister has discerning eyes. I am sincerely happy for you,” Jiang Cheng said, smiling along with her.

Looking at Jiang Cheng's smiling face, Lin Qianqian found it increasingly amusing. Although Jiang Cheng was smiling, she knew he must be furious inside, furious to death, furious to death!

“Hehe, I’m going back now, Jiang-gege. Be careful yourself.”

Before leaving, Lin Qianqian mockingly patted her right shoulder, clearly mocking Jiang Cheng and the others for having their yang fire extinguished, especially Wang Fugui, who would likely die on the coffin-carrying journey tonight.

“Go back quickly, seize the time.”

Hearing this, Lin Qianqian couldn't help but turn back to look at Jiang Cheng. But Jiang Cheng was still smiling, tilting his head as he smiled, and this smile was increasingly unfathomable, making her back tingle, as if ants were crawling on her.

After Lin Qianqian left, Jiang Cheng explained his arrangements at the scene to everyone. He had only briefly mentioned it before, but now, hearing the entire story, everyone was stunned.

Yao Shunyu repeatedly thanked Jiang Cheng, calling him Jiang-ge this and Jiang-ge that. Fatty, seeing that this guy was about to compete with him for the position of the number one lackey under the doctor, immediately interrupted him, saying he still preferred his former unruly self.

After calming down, Fatty realized that he wasn't repelling Yao Shunyu, but that for a moment, he had seen Huai Yi's shadow in Yao Shunyu.

However, considering that Huai Yi now had the protection of the Dahe Niangniang, his safety was somewhat assured.

“Mr. Jiang is resourceful, and Mr. Wang is a mighty warrior. No wonder you two were able to overthrow Yu Chengmu and his gang. Truly impressive,” Li Bai said, believing he had given an extremely pertinent evaluation.

“But I think that when Lin Qianqian returns, Luo Tianhe will recognize the jar you assembled, and then…”

“It doesn't matter if he recognizes it. Anyway, the cards are on the table now, and he must recognize it. Just wait, our dear Ms. Lin will have to make another trip soon.” Jiang Cheng chuckled softly, "If we don't dig out her share of the Resentful Infant Jar (yuan ying ping), how can we dare to send off Old Master Wu?"

Looking towards the courtyard gate, Jiang Cheng was already anticipating the scene when he met Ms. Lin again soon. Moreover… he had left Ms. Lin a gift, which he thought she would like very much.

…

Holding the Resentful Infant Jar (yuan ying ping), Lin Qianqian pondered all the way, unable to understand what Jiang Cheng's last sentence meant. Seize the time, seize what time? The Wu family hadn't come to find them yet, indicating that it wasn't yet time to carry the coffin.

And Jiang Cheng's last smile, the more she thought about it, the stranger it seemed, and it was an indescribable kind of strangeness.

She quickened her pace, preparing to ask Luo Tianhe.

But as soon as she reached their room, she saw Luo Tianhe standing outside the door, looking anxiously expectant. When he saw her return, he immediately greeted her, "What happened to you? Why is the reaction in the chart of fate so strong?"

Hearing this, Lin Qianqian panicked, "Nothing, everything went smoothly. I got the Resentful Infant Jar (yuan ying ping)."

Luo Tianhe looked at the Resentful Infant Jar (yuan ying ping) for a few seconds. Seeing that the talisman on it was already broken, he immediately understood six or seven parts of the matter. Lin Qianqian also quickly recounted what she had seen, and how she had been schemed against by Jiang Cheng using the threshold.

“You're so muddle-headed!”

Luo Tianhe snatched the Resentful Infant Jar (yuan ying ping) and, in front of Lin Qianqian, tore off the old rag stuffed into it. Seeing this, Lin Qianqian didn't react at all, but screamed in fright.

"Take a look for yourself, what is this?"

After calming down, Lin Qianqian was dumbfounded. What was sealing the mouth of the jar was actually a dirty old rag, and the talisman was sandwiched on it.

What was even more unacceptable to her was that the so-called Resentful Infant Jar (yuan ying ping) didn't contain any infant remains, but rather a jar of muddy water and an old cushion with several holes in it.

"You've been deceived by him. The one you dug up was fake, the one you thought was fake... is the real one!"

Luo Tianhe had an expression of disappointment, angry at her failure. Because of this self-righteous woman, half of his plan had been ruined. If he didn't still need her yang fire, he would have thrown her out right now.