At eighteen, Yan Qiao was brought back home from the Taoist temple by her family. The whole world said that the young lady of the Yan family had been raised to pretend to be mysterious, engaging in trickery and deception like a swindler from the streets. All of Jiang City was waiting for the day she would be exposed, fall from grace, and become a laughingstock.
But even after waiting until their necks grew long, not only did they not see her make a fool of herself, powerful figures were instead breaking down the Yan family’s door just to cling to her for support!
Every day, there were long queues at the Yan family’s entrance, people holding money in hand!
“Master Yan, please save my life!”
“Master Yan, please rid me of my bad luck!”
Everyone was dumbfounded!
Wait a minute—why does that figure look so familiar?
Wasn’t that Lord Xiao, the infamous “Living King of Hell” from the elite circles of the capital, also standing in line?
And… why was he holding flowers and a ring?
In front of the Yan family home, Father Yan, Mother Yan, and the three Yan brothers stood side by side, eyes full of hostility as they looked at Li Xiao:
“If you want to take away the treasure of our Yan family, you’ll have to get past us first!”
Li Xiao gave a devilish smile:
“Let’s see if you can stop me.”
