Pawning lifespan, starting from a low-level martial arts world to transform into a dragon.

Chapter 102 Unable to Extricate Himself, Master Mingxin Develops Inner Demons

"This matter cannot be rushed; I am well aware of the situation."

After listening to Chen Ye's explanation, Zhou Yun'e did not show much surprise on her face.

Although Chen Ye has some skill, as an outsider, he cannot simply interfere in the Feng family's affairs as he did before.

Apart from Feng Rong, the eldest son, the other second sons were not all good-for-nothings. The elders of the Feng family had extra options and would not easily agree to let a five-year-old child take over.

As Chen Ye said, this matter can only be dealt with gradually.

"However, did you let them into Danling County to use someone else to do your dirty work?"

"Yes and no," Chen Ye said. "Right now it's just a thought. How to proceed depends on what cards we have in our hand. There's no rush."

Zhou Yun'e suddenly stood up, knelt down in front of Chen Ye, and bowed deeply to him.

With her movements, a pair of bright, moon-like white breasts appeared.

It fell from the sky so openly and brazenly, right in front of Chen Ye.

Chen Ye was slightly taken aback, and stepped forward to offer a helping hand, asking, "What do you mean by this, Madam?"

Zhou Yun'e raised her head and said tenderly, "If you, young master, can help my son Feng Qi ascend to the position of head of the Feng family—then the Feng family's fortune will be yours to take. What do you think, young master?"

Her voice wasn't loud, but it was firm and resolute, not something she was just spouting nonsense.

Chen Ye gazed into her alluring eyes, remained silent for a moment, then gently lifted her chin with his finger and said, "Madam, you flatter me."

The Feng family's fortune ultimately belongs to the young master; how can it be taken by outsiders?

Zhou Yun'e asked in surprise, "What does Young Master mean?"

"There's no rush to make a decision on this. Let's wait until things are settled. Now that I have a wife, why should I care about those fictitious assets?"

Chen Ye has never believed in empty promises.

Who can say for sure what will happen in the future?

He has his own ideas.

Chen Ye knelt up and whispered in Zhou Yun'e's ear, "Turn around."

Zhou Yun'e smiled upon hearing this and silently turned around.

She is tall, nearly 1.7 meters, and still maintains a slender figure after giving birth.

Soon, Zhou Yun'e began to talk about her childhood days in the Zhou family, and a rare youthful vivacity appeared in her eyes.

The next day.

Morning light streamed through the window and into the room.

When Chen Ye woke up, he noticed a faint fragrance lingering around his nose.

He opened his eyes and saw that Zhou Yun'e had already gotten up and was sitting on the bed.

Her long, black hair cascaded over her shoulders, making her face appear even more gentle and graceful.

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Chen Ye got up feeling refreshed.

Zhou Yun'e held up a neatly folded robe and said softly, "Is it done?"

Her voice was soft, with a hint of languor from just waking up, and a natural intimacy.

It's as if this has been done dozens of times before.

Just as Chen Ye was about to take his clothes, Zhou Yun'e naturally unfolded the robe, draped it over his shoulders, and then went around to his front to tie the belt around his waist.

She performed these actions with a composed demeanor, as if she were serving her husband, with a touch of habitual intimacy.

Chen Ye looked down at her as she dressed him, his nose filled with the sweet fragrance of her hair, and he greedily inhaled it.

Zhou Yun'e tied his belt for him, then looked up and asked, "Did you sleep well last night?"

Chen Ye looked at her face, which was so close to his own, and laughed loudly, "Very good."

Upon hearing this, a smile appeared in Zhou Yun'e's eyes.

She turned and walked to the table, poured him a cup of warm tea, and handed it to him.

The tea was at a suitable temperature, clearly prepared in advance.

Chen Ye took the teacup, his gaze lingering on her face for a moment.

He discovered that she was a completely different person during the day compared to the night before.

When she no longer needed to ask for favors from others, she lost some of her coquettishness and exuded the unique temperament of a woman from a noble family.

Zhou Yun'e seemed to notice his gaze, but did not look away.

She turned her head and looked back at him with tender eyes, her brows furrowed with an indescribable affection.

"We've already wasted one night, so we should all head back now. If anything happens, you can come to the Feng family to find me."

"it is good."

Chen Ye wasn't the kind of person who would become hopelessly addicted to a gentle embrace. He immediately straightened his clothes and walked out the door without any hesitation.

Looking at the messy sheets and recalling the events of last night, Zhou Yun'e couldn't help but feel a sense of absurdity.

That certainly justifies the heavy bet she's placed.

A small courtyard behind Xiangguo Temple.

Master Mingxin sat cross-legged on a futon, slowly turning the prayer beads between his fingers, his chanting sutras echoing softly.

However, even after reciting the scriptures for a full hour, he couldn't suppress the restlessness in his heart. He was constantly interrupted by coughing, which made him even more anxious.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the courtyard.

"father!"

Lu Cong pushed open the door and rushed to him, saying hurriedly, "News has come from the Feng family—Aunt Rong Ci has passed away."

Master Mingxin's fingers, which were moving the prayer beads, suddenly stopped.

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He looked up, a hint of surprise flashing across his withered face. "Gone? What do you mean, gone?"

Lu Cong truthfully stated, "We only told the outside world that it was an acute illness, but from what I've heard at the Feng family's residence these past few days, she was forced by Feng Bainian to commit suicide by poison."

Upon hearing this news, Master Mingxin's expression gradually darkened.

His already pale face was now even more bloodless.

He closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time, at a loss for what to do.

Based on the past experience of prominent families, even the biggest scandals involving the inner quarters are handled internally and rarely result in death.

Especially for a principal wife like Guan Rongci, even if she made a mistake, at most she should be imprisoned until her death, and she should never be forced to take poison.

That is why he was able to sever his worldly ties and focus on Buddhist practice with peace of mind.

But he never expected that Feng Bainian would be so ruthless as to break this rule.

Master Mingxin hurriedly closed his eyes and began chanting sutras, trying to calm his emotions and regain a state of tranquility.

However, he found that he could no longer do it.

Past scriptures flashed by like a revolving lantern, but the anger surging in my chest grew ever deeper.

He knew that karma had finally caught up with him.

This matter had unknowingly become a demon in his heart.

Since you have inner demons, you must eliminate them in order to attain enlightenment.

We cannot ignore it forever.

Otherwise, he would be trapped here forever.

It becomes even more difficult to advance one's cultivation level.

A cold and unfamiliar killing intent quietly arose from the depths of the high monk's heart.

After a long while, the former second master of the Lu family, now Master Mingxin, put down the Buddhist prayer beads in his hand.

He opened his eyes, and the previous sorrow was gone from his gaze, replaced by a cold and gloomy look.

"I remember Rong Ci mentioned before—cough cough—that the reason she came—was because of a letter from you—"

Lu Cong quickly explained, "Father, I have never written any letters to Aunt Rongci."

"That means—there's something wrong with this letter—cough—you go back and, in my name—using the Lu family's..."

"Investigate the origins of that letter—from beginning to end, in detail—"

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