On the wide official road, a fast horse galloped past. A thin man sat upright. Perhaps because of the long riding of horses, the thin man's forehead was covered with sweat.

The thin man looked at Jianghai City in front of him, breathed a sigh of relief, and rushed into the city by horse.

He was walking in a relatively remote alley, and a fast horse galloped past, and a piece of dust was brought up behind him. When people in the alley saw someone riding on horseback, they were angry at first. When they saw the words "green" on the sleeve of the thin man, their anger was extinguished and they all avoided, fearing that they would block the thin man's way.

Walking through the alley, a slightly luxurious mansion appeared in front of the thin man, and in just a moment he arrived in front of the mansion.

The thin man turned over and got off the horse, took out a token and looked at the guard in front of the gate, and walked straight into the mansion.

The thin man walked very quickly and seemed very familiar with the mansion. In a moment, he came to a rent-house. The door was closed and a middle-aged man in his fifties stood at the door.

"Butler Zhou, letter from Tianlan City."

When the thin man saw the middle-aged man, he knelt on one knee, took out an envelope from his arms and handed it over to him respectfully.

Butler Zhou's eyes flashed with surprise when he heard this. He took the letter from the thin man's hand and waved his hand to signal him to retreat.

After the thin man retreated, Butler Zhou walked into the room with the letter.

The room was very dark, and you could vaguely see two rows of bookshelves on both sides of the room. There was a book case directly in front of it, and a candlelight flashed with a faint light. In front of the book case was a middle-aged man with a straight facial features and elegant temperament. He was holding a book in his hand and watching it with concentration.

"Head of the family, letters are coming from Tianlan City." Butler Zhou came to the desk and handed over the letter.

The middle-aged man put down the books in his hand, rubbed his temples, and chuckled, "Brother Han is willing to write a letter. I haven't seen him write a letter for so many years. However, the girl Qianyue often has letters with Xuan'er."

Butler Zhou smiled awkwardly and said, "This is not a letter from the head of the Han family, but a letter from the people from our Qing family in Tianlan City."

"Oh? I'll just say, how could I write a letter with Brother Han's personality?" The middle-aged man took the letter handed over by Butler Zhou and opened it and took a look.

Just this glance, the middle-aged man suddenly stood up, with disbelief in his eyes, and a burst of anger.

When Mr. Zhou saw the middle-aged man's expression change, his heart tightened slightly and asked, "Head of the family, what happened."

This middle-aged man is nothing but Qinghong, the head of the Qing family in Jianghaicheng, and is also the strongest person in Jianghaicheng.

Qinghong closed his eyes and sighed, saying, "The Han family has been destroyed."

"This... how is this possible? The Han family is not weaker than our Qing family." Butler Zhou also looked in disbelief.

"It's true. Overnight, there were no hundreds of people living in the Han family. Except Han Qianyue, they all died." Qing Hong's face was filled with a serious expression.

"What should I do now? Should I tell the young master that he has a engagement with Miss Han's family?" said Zhou Guanjia.

Qinghong was silent for a moment before speaking, "Send someone to call him over. He should have had enough fun over the years. I hope the Han family's affairs can make him some changes."

"Yes, I'll tell someone to call the young master here." Butler Zhou bowed and retreated.

After Butler Zhou left, Qinghong sat down and held the letter in his hand tightly for a long time.

There is an independent small courtyard in Qingjia East Garden. Some precious flowers and plants are planted in the yard. A girl is holding a kettle and watering the flowers and plants. She looks very pretty and has a smile on her pretty face.

"Su Tiantian, hasn't the young master got up yet?"

At this time, a sound came from outside the yard.

Su Tiantian looked up and saw a servant standing at the door of the yard and shouting at her.

"Young Master hasn't gotten up yet, is there anything wrong?" Su Tiantian asked.

"It was Mr. Zhou who ordered the young man to call the young master, saying that the master was looking for him." The servant responded.

"Okay, you go back, the young master will go there later." Su Tiantian put down the kettle and sent the servant away, then walked towards the young master's room.

"Young Master, it's time to get up"

Sleepy, Qingxuan opened his eyes in a daze, and a pretty face floated in front of him. The girl smiled like a flower, and she was only fifteen or sixteen years old.

After glanced at the girl, Qingxuan said vaguely: "Tiantian, don't make noise, let me sleep for a while." After that, he turned over and left the girl with the back of her head.

"No, get up soon. Butler Zhou sent someone to see you just now, saying that the master wanted to see you." Su Tiantian pulled one of Qingxuan's arms with her two little hands and pulled him up.

With a lot of sleepiness, Qingxuan sat up reluctantly, his eyes narrowed, and his handsome face was full of dissatisfaction, but he still sat up

Su Tiantian walked to the closet at the bedside, took out a long blue robe from it and said.

Holding a green long gown, Su Tiantian came to the bed. Seeing Qingxuan still sitting on the bed, she said, "Young Master, you can't get up, it's not good if you blame me."

After a while on the bed, Qingxuan climbed up and stood in front of Su Tiantian. She was more than 1.8 meters tall than Su Tiantian’s head.

Qingxuan, who had put on her clothes, she took off her unwaking look and became extremely energetic.

I walked to a dressing table and sat down. A bronze mirror on the dressing table reflected Qingxuan's handsome face. On the table was a white jade comb, a water-blue hairband, and a green jade hairpin.

Su Tiantian came behind Qingxuan, and a slender jade hand picked up the white jade comb, carefully combed Qingxuan's long scattered hair, tied a bun, tied a knot with a green hairband, and inserted the green jade hairpin into the bun.

Su Tiantian looked at Qingxuan in the bronze mirror and nodded with satisfaction and said, "Okay, Young Master."

After leaving the courtyard, Qingxuan took Su Tiantian to walk in the Qing family courtyard with a bright smile on his face. When the servants in the mansion saw Qingxuan, they all greeted him with a smile on their faces. They were not restrained because he was the young master of the Qing family, just like an elder looking at his junior.

This is also because Qingxuan never acts like a young master and looks smiling no matter who he treats. Over time, these servants like Qingxuan more and more.

"Young Master, where are you going?" A wife in her fifties greeted with a smile on her face.

"Aunt Zhou, my father is asking me for something and is about to go to the study!" Qingxuan also smiled.

Aunt Zhou is the wife of Zhou Qian, the housekeeper of Qing family. She grew up watching him grow up. The couple manages the trivial matters in the mansion. Qingxuan still respects them very much. They also have a daughter named Zhou Ying, who works as a personal maid next to Qinghuan, the daughter of his second uncle Qingyu.

When Aunt Zhou heard that she was going to find the master, she urged her, "Since it's the master who is looking for you, then go quickly! It's time to say you if you're late."

Qingxuan showed a wry smile on his face. He had been good at everything over the years, but he was not concerned about cultivation. Every time he saw his father, he would be scolded, but he was used to it.

When I arrived in front of the study, I saw the butler Zhou Gan standing at the door, but the smile he had when I saw him in the past was gone, and there was a hint of heavyness on my face. This made Qingxuan's heart burst. Think about it carefully, he had not made any mistakes recently!

"Young master, you are here, go in, the master is waiting in the room." Zhou Gan's face was a little serious.

At this time, Qingxuan also felt something was wrong, so he curled his smile and asked in a low voice: "Brother Zhou, what happened, why did my father look for me."

Zhou Gan sighed and said, "You will know when you go in, I can't say anything about this."

After hearing what Zhou Gan said, Qing Xuan felt even more unsure. He felt a little nervous. He nodded and said to Su Tiantian who was following him, "You are waiting here,"

Su Tiantian also noticed something was wrong and nodded obediently, but there was a hint of worry in her eyes.

Qingxuan let out a breath, pushed open the door, walked in, and then closed the door.

In the study, a middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his back, his face was a little ugly, his body exuded a cold breath, and his eyes were filled with anger. This person was Qinghong, the head of the Qing family, and the only cultivator at the peak of the spiritual realm in Jianghai City.

There are not only one family in Jianghaicheng that is powerful, but also two others, one is the Luo family in Beicheng and the other is the Zhao family in Nancheng. The Qing family is in Dongcheng, and the Xicheng is a chaotic gathering area, which is jointly managed by the three families.

There are still some small families below the three major families, but they don’t have that much power and cannot be compared with the three major families.

Seeing his father's face so much, Qingxuan's heart sank, knowing that there was no good fruit today, but he really couldn't figure out what he had done to make his father so angry.

"How have you practiced recently? What level of cultivation have you reached?" Qing Hong's tone was low, without any emotion.

Qingxuan looked at his father carefully. Although he had practiced over the years, he never really focused on his cultivation, which also led to his cultivation level being at a stage of neither high nor low. Although his father had asked before, he had never been like today. He could only bare the bullet and say, "Dad, the child has already practiced to the fifth level."

"You were already on the fourth level three months ago. So you only improved one level in three months. If you practice like you, how can your father hand over the family to you in the future?" Qing Hong asked sternly.

Qingxuan lowered his head and did not dare to speak. He had never seen his father be so angry. Since his practice began, although his father preached him many times, he had never been so strict.

"If one day you are gone as your father, how can you maintain the century-old foundation of the Qing family?" Seeing Qingxuan bow his head and silent, Qinghong sighed, and his tone eased a lot.

"Dad, the child knows that he is wrong, so he will practice diligently in the future," Qingxuan replied in a low voice.

"The letter from Tianlan City." Qing Hong handed Qing Xuan the letter he had been holding in his hand, with a hint of unbearableness on his face.

Upon hearing this, Qingxuan was delighted, took the letter, and said in surprise: "Dad, is it a letter from Qianyue to me?"

Qianyue is Han Qianyue, a lady from the Han family in Tianlan City. Ten years ago, his father's close friend Han Ming. When Han Ming brought his daughter Han Qianyue to the Qing family, the two of them were very close and played together all day long. Over time, the relationship between the two became deeper and deeper. Han Qianyue always yelled to marry him when she grew up. When Han Qianyue knew she wanted to separate from him, she cried loudly. It was also because of his relationship with her that the two families decided to engage them.

Although they have never met each other in recent years, they often have letters. Every time Han Qianyue sends him a letter, he is so happy that he can't sleep for several days.

Seeing Qingxuan so excited, Qinghong felt even heavier in his heart. He shook his head and sighed inwardly, "I hope he can withstand such a blow!"

After taking the letter, Qingxuan was not going to see his father. His heart was thrown on the letter. He carefully opened the letter. He was so excited that he suddenly froze.

"This, this is impossible. How could the Han family be destroyed? Dad, isn't this true?" Qing Xuan stared at the letter in his hand with wide eyes, his face turned pale and tears burst out.

"It's true. Three days ago, hundreds of people from the Han family were destroyed overnight." Qing Hong sighed, feeling a little reluctant.

""Where is Qianyue? Qianyue is still alive?" Qingxuan's body trembled slightly, with a hint of expectant eyes in his tears. He hoped to hear good news from his father.

"The letter said that Han Qianyue might not have died because Qianyue was not found among the many bodies of the Han family." Qinghong actually had no hope for whether Han Qianyue was still alive. Although there was no conclusive evidence to point out that Han Qianyue was dead, since the other party wanted to destroy the Han family, how could he let the Han family go? It was just that he couldn't bear to see Qingxuan be hit.

"Qianyue" Qingxuan roared to the sky, screaming loudly, and a feeling of grief arose, and his heart was filled with anger.

"Dad! Qianyue is not dead, right? Tell me if she is not dead." Qingxuan roared almost collapsed.

"Xuan'er," Qing Hong opened his mouth to say something. Looking at Qing Xuan's heartbroken look, he couldn't say anything at the end of his mouth, so he had to comfort him: "Since Qianyue was not found in the corpse, it was possible that Qianyue had escaped and should not be dead."

Qingxuan raised his head and looked at Qinghong with tears in his face, begging and said, "Dad, please help Qianyue! Qianyue must be alive. It must be dangerous for her to be alone outside."
Chapter completed!