Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife – o
Chapter 249: The Origin of Aunt Zhang (5)

Chapter 249: Chapter 249: The Origin of Aunt Zhang (5)

"Little Sister, Aunt Zhang, she...?" An Zhiyan carefully asked, responsible for protecting the elderly woman.

An Yiqing crouched beside Aunt Zhang, extended her finger to check her breath, and frowned, "She’s dead."

"Dead?!" Kong Shi exclaimed, ignoring her son’s attempt to stop her and hastily ran to An Yiqing’s side, worriedly asking, "Niuniu, are you all right? Are you hurt?"

"Mom, I’m fine. Don’t worry," An Yiqing stood up and soothed Kong Shi, "You, Dad, Grandpa, and Grandma should go back to your rooms first. You’ve been frightened today; you should rest well. I’ll call Ah Lin and ask him to send some people over to take the body to ’Red Thorn,’ and I will study it."

"Then you must be careful. A corpse has a strong yin energy, which is not good for a girl’s body. You and Lao San should come back early," Kong Shi repeatedly admonished with concern before she and An Zisheng went upstairs.

After the elders returned to their rooms, only the three An siblings were left in the hall.

"Little Sister, have you discovered anything?" An Zhihang adjusted his glasses and looked at An Yiqing, who was crouched next to the body, and asked calmly.

The girl carefully observed the corpse’s complexion and shook her head gently, "Nothing for now, but there’s definitely something odd about this Aunt Zhang. There are very few Ancient Martial Artists in the world that even Ah Lin fails to detect. Her strength is even less than mine, so unless she had some kind of treasure on her or had been tampered with, Ah Lin wouldn’t have failed to notice."

After hearing An Yiqing’s words, An Zhiyan annoyed tugged at his hair. The stern facade he maintained as an instructor in the special forces was nowhere to be seen, and he fretfully said, "If Big Brother and I could cultivate ancient martial arts, you wouldn’t have to shoulder all of the An Family’s burdens alone."

"Cultivate ancient martial arts?" An Yiqing looked at An Zhiyan, her eyes flickering. She couldn’t help but feel puzzled. Although the An Family was one of the Xuandu Five Great Families, everyone was ordinary and not Ancient Martial Artists. What could the An Family possess that someone behind the scenes would go to such lengths to scheme for?

With the death of Aunt Zhang, An Yiqing felt as if the An Family had been ensnared in a huge web, and she couldn’t help but become more alert. If what Aunt Zhang said was correct, then the person who stole her nineteen years ago must be someone else. Who exactly was the hidden mastermind?

...

Before long, the faint sound of a sports car’s engine could be heard outside the An Family Mansion. A silver and black Aston Martin drifted stylishly to a halt at the villa’s entrance, and a black-clad Gu Yelin, his face etched with urgency, jumped out of the car.

"Tutu!" Gu Yelin didn’t even bother to knock, his palm swung to dismantle the heavy gate and he swiftly appeared beside An Yiqing, scooping her into his arms, "How are you? Are you injured?"

An Zhihang and An Zhiyan, with a head full of sweat, looked at the door that Gu Yelin had torn open, and then at the "Red Thorn" members starting to squeeze through the door gap, involuntarily taking a sharp breath.

This power was terrifying!

"Ah Lin," An Yiqing blushed and saw the ambiguously smiling "Red Thorn" members, struggling a bit, "I’m fine, not injured."

As if understanding the girl’s shyness, Gu Yelin gently let her go, then turned his head to look at his subordinates standing by the door, his icy gaze shooting out sharply, making several members shiver.

"What are you dawdling for? Want to be a decoration?" Gu Yelin’s chilly sentence sent shivers through the others, prompting them to quickly recover their wits.

The leading Tan Yulin laughed heartily and obsequiously said, "We’re moving! We’re moving! What are you lot standing around for? Get to work!" Saying this, he nudged the two team members next to him and desperately signaled with his eyes.