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Neither of them is Lan Zhengfeng’s child; this truly is a great joy worthy of universal celebration. When she returns to Huayan Peak, she’ll need to have a good talk with Lan Zhiyi.

As for whether Lan Zhiyi wants to go and recognize his biological father or not, whatever his choice, she will support him.

“When we get back, let’s buy some firecrackers to set off as a celebration,”

Qian Jiyun suggested as if knowing what was on her mind.

“Good,”

An Jiuyue felt joyful at this moment, casting a glance at Lan Zhengfeng.

“Lan Zhengfeng, once you’re dead, I’ll make sure everyone in the Lan household will join you,”

It wasn’t that she was heartless, but given all the things Lan Zhengfeng had done, the Yi Wu Tribe would consider it just, let alone merely killing those people from the Lan household.

“You… Zhitong, you are my…”

“I never was!”

An Jiuyue interrupted him, speaking sharply.

“Lan Zhengfeng, are you truly unaware that I am not your daughter? No, you know, but faced with death, you don’t want to admit it, nor do you dare to!”

“I… I…”

Lan Zhengfeng’s mouth hung open, but he was unable to utter a complete sentence.

Indeed, he knew, but he was about to be killed by these two; how could he dare to admit it? At least by not admitting, he was still An Jiuyue’s father, he could hold on a little longer; perhaps An Jiuyue would not kill him then?

“Zhitong, who has been talking nonsense to you? You are… my daughter, my own daughter. Is it Lan Zhiyi who said that? That little beast is just trying to get revenge, he’s deliberately spouting nonsense in front of you!”

He rushed to explain, unable to let his relationship with An Jiuyue be completely severed.

“Haha,”

An Jiuyue chuckled coldly.

His own daughter? Could a father hurt his own daughter like that? How gullible did he think she was?

“You sure talk a lot of nonsense.”

She didn’t want to hear Lan Zhengfeng’s voice any longer and directly raised her hand to seal his mute acupoint, sparing herself from more irritating words.

“Qian Jiyun, I’ll leave it to you. After you kill him, just dig a pit and bury him anywhere. Oh, right.”

Suddenly, she remembered something, then took a somewhat worn box out of the space, handed it to Qian Jiyun—intending to give it to him—but thinking that the contents should be shown to Lan Zhengfeng first, she took it back.

“Lan Zhengfeng, you must be very familiar with this object, right? After you’re dead, I will stick it all over your body,”

She opened the box to show Lan Zhengfeng what was inside while speaking softly.

“Mmm, mmm mmm,”

Lan Zhengfeng’s eyes widened in fear.

The charms inside the box, even if not familiar, he knew where they came from.

Weren’t these the same talismans he had ordered the most powerful Taoist priest to affix to that woman’s corpse? He knew all too well what they were for.

He wondered how An Jiuyue came to know about her mother’s affairs; turns out she even tore off these charms.

So she had the woman reburied, hadn’t she?

“Mmm mmm, mmm mmm mmm.”

He shook his head, not wanting An Jiuyue to stick these things on him. He was afraid, not wanting to be unable to rest in peace even in death, to say nothing of reincarnating.

He had a multitude of words to beg An Jiuyue for mercy, but he couldn’t utter a single word or letter.

“Give it to me.”

Qian Jiyun knitted his brows, realizing what she was holding, and quickly reached out to take it into his own hands.