The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot-Chapter 756 - 611 Hitting you is just hitting you, why pick a date? [1 more]_2

Chapter 756: 611 Hitting you is just hitting you, why pick a date? [1 more]_2

Ling Zhonglou’s voice grew gentle and deep, "Who did this? Tell Daddy."

Jiang Ran finally came to his senses.

But he kept his mouth shut, silent.

Ling Zhonglou patiently urged, "Don’t worry about anything else, just tell Daddy quickly."

Jiang Ran still didn’t speak.

Ying Zijin also looked at him, "Speak, who did it?"

Jiang Ran opened his mouth, looked down, and spoke somewhat reluctantly, "The Qiao Family, Qiao Dong."

"The Qiao Family?" Ling Zhonglou didn’t mind that Jiang Ran had caved so quickly, his brow furrowed, "Are you talking about the Qiao Family that is a vassal to the Fan Family?"

The Fan Family was a major clan in the Ancient Martial World.

Although they weren’t as prominent as the Lin, Xie, or Yue Families, they were still ranked within the top ten.

Jiang Ran nodded gloomily, "Yes, he’s eighty years old, I couldn’t beat him."

Jiang Huaping, upon hearing this, laughed in anger, "Eighty years old, bullying my son who’s not even twenty yet, does the Qiao Family have no shame?"

Normally, older ancient martial artists wouldn’t interfere in the younger generation’s affairs.

Except for the Xie Family, but nobody dares to provoke them anyway.

Ying Zijin asked again, "Why did he hit you?"

"It’s just... the martial arts competition on the weekend." Jiang Ran spoke softly, "The guard I was fighting against was named Qiao Ting, Qiao Dong’s own nephew. To ensure his nephew’s victory, he wanted me to drop out of the competition. I refused, so he said he’d cripple me."

Jiang Huaping’s fingers trembled with rage, "His nephew, he’s also in his fifties or sixties, right?"

Jiang Ran nodded again.

Ying Zijin gave a slight nod, her expression still calm, "Alright, I understand."

Ling Mianxi slowly stood up, gripping her fingers tightly, her gaze turned cold and fierce, "Qiao Dong is it? I’ll go kill him!"

She had been spoiled since she was young, and so was Jiang Ran.

Ever since childhood, Jiang Ran could be a bit lawless.

But his nature was kind, he had never received an injury like this before.

"Mianxi!" Jiang Huaping held her back, speaking sternly, "Mianxi, you cannot go, there are too many eyes on you, you absolutely cannot go openly."

"Yeah, sis." Jiang Ran coughed a few times, "It’s fine if I get injured, but if something happens to you, what will the Ling Family do?"

"Otherwise what? Just watch you get beaten? I can’t swallow this anger." Ling Mianxi’s brows knit together, "But you’re right, I can’t go openly, I’ll go secretly."

Ying Zijin crossed his arms, "Mhm, I’ll go with you, secretly."

Ling Zhonglou: "..."

Jiang Huaping: "..."

Jiang Ran: "???"

What the hell?

"We still need to visit the Qiao Family." Ling Zhonglou stood up, "None of you should go, I will take a look myself."

Jiang Huaping’s expression changed, grasping his clothes, "Zhonglou."

"It’s alright." Ling Zhonglou comforted her, "Xiao Hua, I won’t be in any danger."

Ling Zhonglou left with Steward Ling.

The atmosphere in the bedroom remained heavy.

Jiang Huaping sighed and stood up, heading to the adjacent kitchen to prepare food.

After taking a sip of water, Jiang Ran said in a low voice, "Daddy Ying, the reason my mother stopped my father is because of too many internal disputes in our family. Haven’t you noticed that every time you visit, my father always has you enter through the side door?"

Ying Zijin’s eyes narrowed slightly, "I’ve noticed."

"The other direct relatives are just waiting for my father to slip up, so they can overthrow him." Jiang Ran pursed his lips, "The Qiao Family and the Ling Family are equally matched, but they have the backing of the Fan Family, giving them even higher status."

"Alright, stop talking." Ling Mianxi stood up, "Rest well, your sister’s got your back."

Jiang Ran felt moved, "Sis, I think..."

"Don’t even think about it."

"..."

**

The Qiao Family.

Ling Zhonglou, accompanied by his guardians, barged right in.

"So it’s Chonglou." Patriarch Qiao’s eyes narrowed as he stood up, "What brings you to my Qiao Family today so suddenly? Do you have some business?"

"But you come here so aggressively, hardly the manner of a guest."

"You know very well why I’m here," Ling Zhonglou said indifferently, "Would bullying a twenty-year-old at the age of eighty amuse you?"

Patriarch Qiao was unconcerned, "How can it be called bullying? Aren’t the guards of the Judicial Hall allowed to spar? Qiao Dong was merely offering some guidance to your son, and you hold a grudge for that?"

Ling Zhonglou’s voice turned cold, "Guidance? You’re courting death!"

His speed was extremely fast, and in the next second, he grasped Patriarch Qiao by the collar.

Patriarch Qiao was startled, but his face remained composed.

"Ling Zhonglou, you haven’t thought through one issue before laying hands on me," he said with a calm smile, "When you married an ordinary person, the Elders Council of your Ling Family was already displeased with you."

"Not to mention the extent of strife within your Ling Family? How many people are coveting your position as the family head?"

Ling Zhonglou’s expression instantly turned icy.

"Why don’t you guess, if you truly strike my Qiao Family, would you still be able to sit securely in your position as the family head?" Patriarch Qiao laughed brazenly, "Without your position, just relying on your status as a Half-Step Ancient Martial Grandmaster, could you still protect Jiang Huaping?"

Jiang Huaping’s reputation was not low either.

Her becoming the Matriarch of the Ling Household as an ordinary person had already surprised the other Ancient Martial Families.

Especially considering her exceptional beauty, a rare sight even in the Ancient Martial World.

Ancient martial artists, accustomed to pillaging and violence, still carried on in the ways of the past, where patriarchal rule was absolute, and the status of women was low.

Not to mention the Xie Family; even other Ancient Martial Arts Families would forcibly seize any woman they desired.

Unless one had strength of their own, like Ying Zijin, like Ling Mianxi.

But Jiang Huaping was a complete ordinary person.

Ling Zhonglou took a deep breath, his veins on his hand throbbing visibly.

"Chonglou, a moment of patience can calm a sea of waves," Patriarch Qiao discerned the change in his emotions and spoke indifferently, "Without certain power and stature, one can only endure, right?"

"Yes, indeed," Ling Zhonglou also smiled, his grin cruel and ruthless, "I don’t need to pick a date to hit you, though."

Patriarch Qiao furrowed his brow, "What did you say?"

Before he could react, Ling Zhonglou slapped him across the face.

The force of the slap was immense, leaving Patriarch Qiao’s head buzzing.

And immediately following, another slap landed.

It wasn’t until Patriarch Qiao spat blood that Ling Zhonglou let him go.

He turned and strode away.

Patriarch Qiao lay on the ground, enraged to the point of incoherence, "Ling Zhonglou, you’re finished!"

He would spill all the information to the Direct Lineage of the Ling Family, ensuring that Ling Zhonglou would be ousted!

He was eager to see how Ling Zhonglou would then dare to act so arrogantly in front of him!

**

On another side of the Qiao Family estate.

Overjoyed, Qiao Dong had drunk a great deal of wine.

He was inebriated, slinging his arm around Qiao Ting’s shoulder, "Xiao Ting, you must make your uncle proud. With Jiang Ran unable to confront you in the ring match the day after tomorrow, you will surely advance to Level Four."

Qiao Ting was also fifty years old this year.

Yet, he could not be considered a prodigy as his Ancient Martial Cultivation was only equivalent to someone around thirty-five, and he had been stuck at that level for a long time.

Although Jiang Ran had only caught up in the past two years, his real combat ability was far superior to Qiao Ting’s.

After all, he had sustained a beating from Fu Yunshen.

"Uncle, don’t worry," Qiao Ting was also very happy, "I will not bring shame to you."

Speaking, he hesitated, "But today, after you beat Jiang Ran up like that, what if the Ling Family seeks revenge?"

"Revenge?" Qiao Dong scoffed, "Aren’t you aware of the situation within the Ling Family? If Ling Zhonglou dares to retaliate, he can kiss his position as the family head goodbye."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Ting felt reassured.

After sending Qiao Dong back, he too returned to his room.

Qiao Dong sat down on a chair, intending to read a bit of military strategy before sleeping.

But just as he opened the book, a hand from behind grasped his collar and lifted him up.

With a loud "bang," he was slammed against the wall and turned upside down.

Under the light, the girl’s face was frosty.