From the Valkyrie to the Endless

Compared to herself, she felt Shen Qing was even less reliable.

Hearing this, Shen Qing couldn't help but raise his eyebrows:

"royal?"

(End of this chapter)

118. Chapter 118 Test

118.

2023-08-02

The surname is Yang and he is a descendant of the royal family, which inevitably makes Shen Qing think of the Yang family of Daxia.

Of the two brothers, Yang Zongxian and Yang Zongxi, Yang Zongxi's son died at her hands, and Yang Zongxian was also killed by her.

It can be said that the royal family of Daxia was wiped out by her own hands.

After she killed Yang Zongxian, she had been secretly searching for the missing national teacher Yun Ming Zhenren, but to no avail. In the end, the search was left unresolved.

As an imperial master of a dynasty, she did nothing at the critical moment when she was fighting with Yang Zongxian, which was extremely unreasonable in itself.

Before the decisive battle, Yang Zongxian visited his concubines day and night, and it is possible that some of them had his bloodline.

"It's almost the year 2746. Even if they are truly royal, it's nothing special."

Song Lingjia obviously didn't care much about the so-called royal family status. He turned over and sat up from the bed, turned around and told Shen Qing about his family background for the first time:

"My family had some shady businesses in the early years. My grandfather's generation started to clean up the mess, and it was only in my generation that some results were achieved."

"Originally I had an older brother, but he awakened his divine blood and was taken away by the Psychic Power Administration. He could only come home once every three to five years. My father and I basically managed the family business together."

At this point, Song Lingjia glanced at the empty wine bottle beside her and couldn't help but curl her lips. If her brother were still alive, she wouldn't have to think about these things now. She didn't want to manage the family businesses at all. Working too hard would lead to premature aging.

"In recent years, our family's development has reached a bottleneck. We need to rely on the power of the Yang family to expand overseas channels. At this time, marriage is no different from a transaction..."

hum-

Before he finished speaking, there was a vibration. Song Lingjia took out his phone from under the quilt, flipped through it for a while, and couldn't help but sighed: "He asked me to have dinner with him tonight."

Throwing the phone away, Song Lingjia rubbed his cheeks, looking bitter, his usual shrewdness and decisiveness gone.

This was the first time she had experienced such a thing, so she was inevitably a little nervous for a moment.

Her family did not force her, and she did not have much resentment towards Yang Xiaozu. She was old enough to get married, and everything seemed to be going smoothly.

The Yang family has only one son from generation to generation. It can be said that in the future, the entire Yang family's assets will belong to Yang Xiaozu alone. He is also a cultivator, and is almost a perfect spouse. There are not many such people on the entire planet.

Moreover, as a member of the family, it is only natural to give back to the family and contribute one's part. This is a truth that Song Lingjia has understood since childhood.

"Would you be free to go with me tonight?"

"Okay." Shen Qing agreed immediately. She was also somewhat interested in this descendant of the royal family.

Song Lingjia didn't think any more about it, just gave up and lay back on the bed, pulling open her bathrobe to cover her head. She hadn't slept the whole night and was a little drunk, so now she just wanted to get some sleep.

Shen Qing stepped forward to cover her with the quilt, then lay down beside her with her clothes fully dressed, closing her eyes and sorting out her thoughts. She had to weigh the pros and cons. If Yang Xiaozu was really the descendant of Yang Zongxian, what should she do?

The account is settled when the person is dead, not to mention that more than two thousand years have passed. Shen Qing is not so extreme as to rush over and kill the whole family without any reason.

But if these so-called royal descendants are not good people, it would be a piece of cake to wipe them out.

Before she could think about it, Song Lingjia, who was lying beside her, suddenly rolled over.

Song Lingjia had noticed it a long time ago. No matter when, holding Shen Qing, it was like holding a piece of cold jade. It was slightly cool but not so cool that it would cause chills. The temperature was just right and quite helpful for sleeping.

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Star International Hotel.

This is a multinational hotel group and a branch of the Yang family.

This is the place where Yang Xiaozu made the appointment.

Song Lingjia obviously attached great importance to this meeting. She dressed up a little before going out, changed into a slim-cut dress and a pair of silver high heels, which made her curves more attractive.

She also bought a new outfit for Shen Qing, but it was not too exaggerated. A navy gray pullover and black casual pants covered most of Shen Qing's slender figure. Then she chose a pair of black-framed glasses, which almost covered half of Shen Qing's face.

Song Lingjia had no doubt about Shen Qing's attraction to men. After all, Yang Xiaozu was still a man, and she had not yet figured out what kind of person he was.

But it is normal for such rich young men to play around in private.

Before finding out Yang Xiaozu's background, in order to avoid causing unnecessary trouble to Shen Qing, it would be better to be less conspicuous.

Furthermore, because of the previous experience of being cheated in online dating, Song Lingjia suspected that Shen Qing was somewhat love-sick and had to be careful to prevent her from being deceived.

To be honest, Yang Xiaozu was indeed born with a good-looking appearance.

After packing everything up, the two set off and rushed to the hotel.

When they arrived, someone was already waiting there and led them straight to the top floor of the hotel.

The entire top floor was opened up to become a somewhat special box. There was no roof above, but a huge glass cover that seemed to condense a starry sky, with starlight filling the view.

Even though Song Lingjia had seen many grand scenes, he was still dazed for a moment before the beauty of the starry sky.

In the center of the box, there was a three-meter-long table. A man in a black gown stood beside the table. His face was well-defined, his eyebrows were long, and his nose was high. He was so handsome that there seemed to be no flaws. Bathed in the starlight, he looked like a god.

Even among practitioners, such appearance can still be considered outstanding.

Shen Qing's eyes swept across the man's face, and a hint of understanding flashed between his brows.

In this era, this kind of dress is very rare. This man's appearance is almost 70% similar to Yang Zongxian who died in her hands.

Yang Xiaozu...

There is nothing wrong with this name.

"Sorry, Master Yang, I'm late."

Coming back to his senses, Song Lingjia casually said sorry.

"Miss Song, you are too kind. I came a little early."

Yang Xiaozu greeted him with a smile, then looked at Shen Qing beside him, his eyes moving slightly:

"Who is this?"

"Shen Qing."

Shen Qing took the initiative to step forward and extended his hand.

After shaking hands, Shen Qing spoke again with a hint of smile: "Young Master Yang, you can also call me December."

"..."

Hearing this, Yang Xiaozu's eyes suddenly fixed, and then he withdrew his hand calmly: "Hello, Miss Shen."

Although he concealed it quickly, Shen Qing still caught his disordered heartbeat at that moment, and his eyes narrowed for a moment.

It was not until this moment that she was completely sure of Yang Xiaozu's identity.

The name December does not have much presence in the eyes of the general public today. When people hear this name and have such a big reaction, coupled with the face in front of them, there is no need to doubt it.

The moment they shook hands just now, Shen Qing saw through Yang Xiaozu's true colors. He was in the middle stage of the Manifestation Realm and had already condensed the Tao Seed. He should be practicing pure Taoist Qi-refining technique.

The breath of the Tao Seed was very clean, it was a strange flower with nine petals, two of which were already in full bloom.

Such a clean breath surprised Shen Qing. The Yang family's Yuan-devouring Art was a first-class and domineering soul-stealing technique. It would not have such a gentle true energy.

Song Lingjia's expression changed slightly, and she looked at Shen Qing with some concern. Shen Qing's abnormal initiative made her feel something was wrong.

Yang Xiaozu pursed his lips slightly, without showing much surprise, and helped the two people pull out their chairs and told people to serve the dishes.

During the meal, Song Lingjia seemed a little absent-minded and did not drink a drop of wine. She was always paying attention to Shen Qing's reaction, but she could not see anything through the thick black-framed glasses.

Yang Xiaozu returned to normal and seemed very talkative. It was obvious that he had a wide range of knowledge and he gradually drew Song Lingjia's attention back.

"Miss Song, can you tell me what you think?"

After chatting for a while, he suddenly got straight to the point: "Don't misunderstand me, I just want to know what your wishes are."

"Is my wish important to the Yang family?"

Hearing Yang Xiaozu's words, Song Lingjia couldn't help but raise her eyebrows. Her original idea was just to go through the motions and leave it to fate as to what would happen next.

"Our two families are seeking cooperation, so we want to make the relationship closer. If we become enemies because of the marriage, it would be more trouble than gain. Your wishes are naturally very important."

Yang Xiaozu picked up the wine glass and smiled faintly: "At least for me, it is very important. Don't worry, cooperation is a win-win situation. What happens between you and me will not affect the cooperation between the two companies. I, Yang Xiaozu, am not so narrow-minded as to do this."

What's more, he has no shortage of women around him.

Thinking of this, Yang Xiaozu subconsciously glanced in the direction of Shen Qing and happened to meet Shen Qing's gaze.

Under Shen Qing's gaze through the lenses, Yang Xiaozu's fingertips trembled slightly, a chill rose uncontrollably from his tailbone, and the smile on his face froze slightly.

He had never experienced this kind of feeling before. It was as if he was being stared at by a ferocious beast. The pressure was so heavy and terrifying, it was almost creepy, and he didn't dare to look away.

The scene of the two looking at each other seemed a little strange to Song Lingjia who was standing by.

"I think I understand what you mean. Thank you for your hospitality today. I have something else to do, so I have to leave first. I'm sorry. I'll contact you later."

Before he finished speaking, Song Lingjia suddenly stood up, pulled Shen Qing out, and entered the elevator in a blink of an eye.

After the two figures disappeared, Yang Xiaozu leaned heavily on the back of the chair, let out a long breath, and felt relieved. In just a short while, his back was covered with cold sweat.

After calming down for a moment, he took out his cell phone and made a call:

“Grandpa, I met someone today, a woman who called herself December.”

"Tell me about it." A deep whisper came from the other end of the phone.

After briefly describing Shen Qing, Yang Xiaozu's eyes were filled with suppressed questions: "Do you think this person is the same person as the one I know?"

He did not see Shen Qing's cultivation level. There were only two possibilities. One was that Shen Qing had not practiced, and the other was that Shen Qing's strength was at least two major realms higher than his.

Obviously, Shen Qing is not the former.

"Some time ago, Tianshen Mountain was attacked, dozens of descendants of gods died, and even the country was alarmed. This incident was done by December. I have been investigating it before."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, and then he said in a deep voice: "If you are not mistaken, it is most likely the same person."

Yang Xiaozu took a deep breath, his fingers felt a little weak. He had lived for more than two thousand years...