A second chance with my billionaire husband

Chapter 1907 - 456: The Uncertainties of Life Are Never Unfamiliar

Yan Song’s once calm eyes finally rippled with a hint of emotion.

"Princess?"

Yellow Hair’s head drooped lower and lower, feeling the temperature in the carriage suddenly drop to freezing point.

"Yes, and not only that, the latest news is, the Queen intends to choose a husband for the Princess among Lorde, Prince Aogunara, and Duke Neo. All three are currently on Bauhinia Island, preparing to face the Queen’s test."

As Yellow Hair spoke, his voice grew softer, inwardly sighing at the unpredictability of the world. It was also the Queen’s excellent secrecy that caught them off guard, as the Princess had not leaked a hint of her plans until the coronation ceremony.

Although he hadn’t mentioned who it was, he knew that the Boss had already guessed.

His rightful fiancée was about to become the object of others’ desire. Any man with blood in his veins would find it intolerable, let alone the Boss, whose feelings for her were extraordinary. He wouldn’t stand by and watch such a thing happen.

Yan Song’s lips curved into a nearly imperceptible smile, his eyes as dark as an abyss, impenetrable by anyone.

Yellow Hair couldn’t fathom what the Boss was thinking and dared not speak, leaving the Boss to digest this news on his own.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came through the headset. Yellow Hair raised an eyebrow and looked at Yan Song, having no choice but to speak up.

"The woman who came with you is causing a ruckus, insisting on seeing you."

"Lock her up first," Yan Song instructed.

This woman knew too much, and if she went out speaking carelessly, it would cause unnecessary trouble.

"Yes." Yellow Hair immediately nodded.

——

"The person’s already gone. We were a step too late."

Elder Feng and Elder Yun stood on the desolate street, their long robes fluttering in the biting cold wind.

Elder Yun grabbed a small lackey to inquire: "Have you seen a handsome man in a long robe?"

"I... I don’t know anything. Please spare me, immortal masters..." Watching the two old men fly down from the sky, he thought they were either gods or demons.

"Hmph, will you talk, or shall I gouge your eyes out to feed the wolves?" Elder Yun said with a serious face.

"I’ll... I’ll talk. Just minutes ago, some police surrounded this place and arrested all our people from Living Kill Hall. I saw a man in a long robe with a hood walk out. He seemed to be with the police, got into a car, and left... If you chase now, you should still be able to catch up. I’ve told you everything. Please just don’t kill me..."

Elder Yun knocked the man unconscious and threw him aside, looking over at Elder Feng with a grave expression, "It must be him. Let’s go after him now."

They had heard of the Living Kill Hall active at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, a heinous and unforgivable organization. But what did it have to do with them? In fact, the existence of Living Kill Hall cast a terrifying shadow over Kunlun Mountain, indirectly deterring many from delving deeper into the mysteries of the mountain. The two had no reason to take action against Living Kill Hall; fighting evil was not their responsibility.

"Wait," Elder Feng spoke to stop him.

Elder Yun looked at him with confusion.

"He will definitely return to the Yan Family. Let’s wait for him there. Don’t forget our primary mission this time. Finding him is one thing, but more importantly, we must ensure the safety of the Bai Family descendants, or else the Xing Clan will continue to covet..."

"You’re right, let’s head out now. See you in Capital City."

"It’s been so many years since we entered the mortal world. I wonder how much it’s changed..."

As they spoke, the two figures vanished into the darkness. If anyone had seen this, they’d think they’d seen ghosts.

The treetops rustled lightly, a white robe was lifted gently by the wind, elegant as an exiled immortal.

The moonlight cast a shadow, the brows sharp as swords, the gaze shifted seductively.

Watching the direction where the figure disappeared, the corners of the lips curved in a teasing smile, the purple eyes growing even more mysterious and alluring.

With long, jade-like fingers playing with a few leaves, spinning them with the airflow, a light smile gracing the lips, adding an unmatched charm.

"The destined heir... things seem to be getting more interesting..."

A passerby wandering the street blinked suddenly, "Huh? Was it an illusion?"

Looking back at the treetops, only the desolate night remained, no sign of anyone.

"I must have seen wrong..."

——

Yan Nanmo worked late into the night, that lamp, accompanying him for a long time.

"Sir, you should rest now." The secretary brought in a cup of coffee, kindly reminding him.

"Wait a little longer..." Yan Nanmo replied without looking up.

The secretary placed the coffee beside him and sighed.

Yan Nanmo never used to drink coffee, but later he stayed up all night working. When he couldn’t endure, he drank coffee to lift his spirits. This stuff is addictive, and eventually, he couldn’t quit.

The rich aroma of coffee and milk wafted through the spacious office, dispelling his fatigue.

When Yan Nanmo picked up the coffee, the secretary whispered, "The eldest young master is back."

Yan Nanmo paused with the coffee in his hand, his gaze darkening slightly, "Where is he now?"

"He went to see Director Duan as soon as he got back."

"When he comes out, have him come see me immediately."

"Yes." The secretary turned and quickly walked out.

——

"Where have you been all this time? Yes, I promised not to interfere in your affairs, but you’ve been gone too long this time. If you can’t give me a convincing reason, do you believe I won’t strip you of your position?"

The man stood behind the desk in his military uniform, tall and imposing, exuding a dozen degrees of authority, with an even more restrained demeanor.

If before he was a sharp sword hidden in a sheath, now all his edges were concealed in the depths of his dark gaze, dormant yet commanding, impossible to ignore.

Compared to before, there’s indeed something different, becoming more mysterious, forceful, and cold.

His sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes were stern and fierce, the pitch-black pupils like an unfathomable cold pond, as if one glance could capture a person’s soul.

"No reason, personal matters."

Director Duan slammed the table, furious: "Yan Song, do you really think I can’t deal with you?"

"Director, don’t be hasty. Let me finish what I have to say first," Yan Song replied unhurriedly.

Director Duan looked at him coldly, "Let’s see what kind of tale you can spin."

Ten minutes later.

"Are you serious?"

"What do you think, Director?"

Director Duan paced back and forth, finally making up his mind.

"I’ll trust you this time, but I hope you won’t disappoint me." He was betting his official career on this.

Yan Song’s lips curled into a slight smile, "Director, are you going to let me fight alone?"

"Isn’t the Fire-Thunder Army enough for you to squander?"

Yan Song’s look always gave people an uneasy feeling. Helplessly, Duan opened the drawer, took out a stamped and signed document, and pushed it towards him: "With this, you can deploy any army, but it’s limited. You’d better seize the opportunity."

——

Yan Song left the Xishan command post. Yellow Hair quickly walked up, "Boss, someone wants to see you."

Yan Song raised his brows slightly and saw a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, looking gentle and elegant, walking briskly over.

"Mr. Yan, my master invites you."

Yellow Hair whispered in his ear, "Boss, Mr. Yan asked you to see him as soon as you leave here..."

Yan Song raised an eyebrow, "Lead the way."

Fu Bai bowed and made a respectful gesture, "Mr. Yan, please."

Yan Song glanced at Yellow Hair who was following him. Yellow Hair immediately understood, walked over, opened the car door, and did not sit in Fu Bai’s car.

Fu Bai smiled at this and got into the car.

The two cars left one after the other.

A certain teahouse in Capital City, elegant and quiet, with wafts of tea aroma.

Sliding open the door, a man sat cross-legged at the table, back facing the entrance, as straight as bamboo and as tall as a pine. He was raising his hand to rinse the tea, his movements elegant and casual, every gesture like a serene landscape painting, refined and beautiful.

Hearing the commotion, the man did not turn his head. His movements were smooth and uninterrupted, his gentle voice reminiscent of the spring breeze brushing one’s face in April, filling the heart with warmth and emotion.

"You’re finally here."

A woman in a kimono approached with lowered eyes. She was reaching out to take off Yan Song’s coat. Startled by his strikingly handsome face, she was momentarily distracted. Under his icy gaze, any fluttering thoughts vanished instantly.

She understood his look and retreated silently as she came.

Yan Song walked over with large strides, knelt down opposite the man, and looked coldly at him.

In the lingering teahouse, the man’s features were gentle as jade, seemingly as clear and cold as a jade sculpture.

"Lushan Cloud Mist, give it a try."

Pei Qinghan pushed a cup of tea in front of him, speaking with a smile.

"Our relationship isn’t close enough for me to idle away having tea with you." Yan Song responded with a cold laugh.

"If you don’t drink it, you’ll regret it, because this tea was given to me by an old acquaintance, someone you certainly won’t find unfamiliar." Pei Qinghan glanced up at him, but unfortunately, he could no longer see any emotion in those dark eyes.

Indeed, he had changed.

Changed to the point where he couldn’t be seen through at all.