Chapter 1233
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As a Pill Master, that woman would certainly have the power to save Grand Lord Hong Lian!
This was an outcome that she did not wish for at all!
"Father, Grand Lord Hong Lian has some matters to attend to after his trip to Wind City. However, he had promised me that he would rush back on the day of our wedding. I want to make all the necessary preparations first so that he can be the groom!"
Feng Xiaoxiao smiled gracefully as she spoke.
On the day of the wedding, even if she noticed that something was amiss with Grand Lord Hong Lian, it would be too late!
Besides, that day would also be the day of the Valley Lord's death! Based on Gu Ruoyun's level of power, she would not even be able to protect herself. How could she possibly save Grand Lord Hong Lian from his bewitchment?
"Alright."
The Valley Lord nodded out of trust towards Feng Xiaoxiao. "Xiaoxiao, if everything you've said is true, I will help you organize your wedding. I only hope that nothing goes wrong during the wedding. For example, the groom might go missing. If that happens, Wind Valley would become the laughing stock of the First City."
Missing?
Feng Xiaoxiao laughed gently. How could that be possible? Grand Lord Hong Lian has already fallen under my bewitchment technique so how could he possibly go missing?
However, no matter how much Feng Xiaoxiao planned, she had missed one crucial point. Not only would she become the laughing stock of the First City on the day of her wedding, her scheme would also be foiled and she would lose her life!
"Father, don't worry, that won't happen." Feng Xiaoxiao smiled gently as her eyes shone with a gentle light. "Besides, I already know Grand Lord Hong Lian's name. After this, I want you to spread the news of our wedding so that the entire First City can give us their blessings."
"Sigh."
The Valley Lord sighed. He did not know if he was overthinking things but he could not shake off the feeling of unease in his heart.
Grand Lord Hong Lian is such an infatuated man. Is he someone who would fall in love with someone else so easily? However, if that was not the case, why would Xiaoxiao be so certain that Grand Lord Hong Lian would come? Since young, his daughter has always done things in a calm and steady manner so he was not worried at all.
She would not have said this unless she was absolutely certain!
"Xiao Xiao, I'll believe you this once." The Valley Lord returned to his senses and said, "If Grand Lord Hong Lian does not show up for the wedding, I'll revoke your position as the Young Valley Lord of Wind Valley. Do you have any objections?"
Feng Xiaoxiao laughed icily in her heart but she did not show it on her face.
This fellow still showed his true colors!
She has long known that her father wants to remove her position as the Young Valley Lord of Wind Valley and pass it on to his son.
Unfortunately, she would not have this chance again …
"Father, I have no objections." Feng Xiaoxiao lifted her head and looked at the Valley Lord's grave and stern features.
Of course, she had no objections.
Because soon, she would no longer be the Young Valley Lord of Wind Valley but the Valley Lord who reigned above all others!
"Since you've agreed, I'll spread the news of your marriage now. If there are any consequences, you'll bear them alone!"
The Valley Lord's expression turned solemn as he spoke in a dignified voice.
"I understand." Feng Xiaoxiao lowered her head as a cold light flashed in her eyes. "I'll take my leave now."
After saying this, she slowly turned around and walked out of the study …
…
Everyone in the First City knew about the enmity between Grand Lord Hong Lian and the Lin family. He had caused the Lin family to lose face but now, the fairy-like Eldest Lady of Wind Valley, Feng Xiaoxiao, was going to marry him!
This was the headline in the First City and it had already spread throughout the entire city.
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