Soul swap tyrant always wants to have a baby

Chapter 233 Scrolls

"Master! Master, Master, I'm back!"

Leng Qing paused for a moment as she lifted her foot to step out of the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Following the sound, she saw Leng San running towards her like a frolicking husky.

"stop!"

"Master, I miss you so much! Don't you miss me too?!"

Leng Qing sighed, suspecting that when the system created Leng San Dian, it had added all of her attributes to Leng San.

This is a complete copy of the system.

"Master, we are back."

Hearing Leng Er's calm voice, Leng Qingyi's mood improved somewhat.

"How's the situation in southern Xinjiang going?"

"The high priest is dead."

"Now the Southern Frontier royal family will no longer be threatened and controlled by the High Priest. Those who know the secret of the Southern Frontier royal family's bloodline have all been controlled by the Southern Frontier royal family."

……

Leng Er recounted in detail everything that had happened in southern Xinjiang.

Although messages will be sent, they will only contain about one-tenth of the information.

The reality was far more dangerous than described in the letter.

The Gu techniques of the Southern Frontier are difficult to guard against, but fortunately, Leng Er and Leng San are not real people.

Neither poison nor venom had any effect on the two of them.

"By the way, the royal family of Southern Xinjiang gave me this as a token of their gratitude, and asked me to bring it to you."

Leng Qing took the yellowed parchment scroll from Leng Shou's hands.

The contents inside, once unfolded, brought a sense of relief to Leng Qingyi's expression, and her eyebrows unconsciously lifted slightly.

Did they say what was written on it?

"No, they said it was passed down along with their secret treasure, and they've been studying its contents, but haven't figured anything out yet."

"To preserve the royal lineage of the Southern Frontier, they have already handed over the secret treasure. There's no use keeping this parchment scroll, so I had my subordinate bring it back."

"Okay, I have something to do. You two go and rest first."

"Yes."

"No, Master, I miss you so much."

Leng Qingyi was helpless; when she faced Leng San, it was truly like a scholar encountering a soldier.

"Then come with me."

Six corpses, their faces contorted in grotesque expressions, limbs twisted, and blood flowing from their seven orifices, were neatly laid out on the floor of the side hall.

Upon closer inspection, Leng Qing discovered that the poison on their bodies was not a product of this world, but rather more like—a product of the system.

Now she was even more certain that Crown Prince Nanqiu not only possessed a system but also knew that her system was currently residing in Ling Zhao's body.

That's why they've been trying every means to get rid of Ling Zhao these days.

It seems his system is quite remarkable, as it even knows this much.

Leng San looked at the six corpses on the ground with an admiring gaze toward his master.

"Master is amazing! Master's poison skills have improved again."

"I didn't do it. Someone poisoned the wet nurse to kill Lingzhao."

Leng Qingyi suddenly sensed a murderous aura behind her.

Looking back, I saw a fierce look in Leng San's eyes.

"Who did it?"

"I don't know. This kind of thing, where we can't find the source, has been incredibly frustrating for the past three months."

"Doesn't the master know who wants to harm the young master?"

"They should know, but there's no evidence."

"who is it?"

"Prince Nanqiu."

"I'm going to kill him."

After saying that, Leng San turned to leave, but Leng Qingyi grabbed him by the back of the neck.

“I will kill him, but not now.”

“We’ll go together in a few days; you won’t be able to handle him.”

Leng Sanxin, who had been forcibly suppressed, was unwillingly taken to the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

The moment Leng Qingyi saw Ling Zhao, she felt that Leng San Dian's pupils dilated, like a cat spotting its prey.

"Little master! So cute."

"Master, it looks like you."

"Leng San is back, but where is Leng Er?"

"At this."

A clear, cold female voice came from the roof beam.

The three looked up and found that Leng Er was already squatting on the roof beam.

"Master, why is there only one? Leng Wu said you had two children. What about the other one? Aren't you going to raise it?"

With a loud slap, Leng San received a blow to the back of the head. It was Leng Er, who had just come down from the roof beam.