CHAPTER 725: CHAPTER 292: THE SWINDLER AGAIN (PART 8)_3

On the way, He Tiantian walked with intermittent stops, and following her calculations, she meandered extensively throughout Duke Rong’s Mansion.

Finally, she arrived at the courtyard beside the stables.

Jia Zhen became increasingly puzzled; he feared his own father might recklessly barge around someone else’s home at the Rong Mansion, possibly offending someone.

Although the Ning and Rong families appeared close on the surface, they had already separated their households, and they were now merely collateral kin.

It was really not appropriate for his father to be charging through someone else’s home in such a way.

Indeed, on the way there, the servants of the Rong Mansion all cast sidelong glances and showed expressions of astonishment.

"Grand Master?" When Jia Zhen saw that his own father really had entered Old Mr. She’s courtyard and was searching without any concern, he instantly felt something was amiss, hurried over to him, and reminded him cautiously, "This is Old Mr. She’s courtyard—"

Jia She was particularly fond of womanizing; he had a bunch of wives and concubines, some official, some not.

If "Jia Jing" barged in like this, and happened to encounter a maid... that, that scenario, Jia Zhen knew his Grand Master was pure and free of desire, but he also knew the dangers of gossip!

However, He Tiantian ignored Jia Zhen’s reminder. She wandered around the courtyard and eventually came to a small, shabby, and cramped room.

"Tiantian, the male lead is in there; he’s not holding up well!"

Student Xiao D was extremely anxious.

In the original plot, this scene also occurred, but at that time there was no variable like He Tiantian, and Lin Ru Hai had already died.

Although the male lead had suffered severe physical harm, his spirit had not been damaged in the slightest.

But this time, He Tiantian had saved Lin Ru Hai, altering the plot of the Red Building.

The male lead, familiar with the plot as a transmigrator, realized that the story had changed even without his intervention and suddenly felt a loss of control and panic.

He even doubted whether he was the Protagonist or just a minor character.

His psyche was struck, and with that, his entire being seemed to have lost the will to live.

Therefore, the male lead’s condition was particularly dire; without assistance, he would find it very hard to survive as he originally did in the plot.

If the male lead were to die now, this Small World would be at immediate risk of collapsing.

Student Xiao D grew more and more worried, calling out desperately in the depths of He Tiantian’s sea of consciousness.

He Tiantian: ...Of course, I know it’s urgent, but the necessary groundwork has to be laid.

After putting on a performance as a Swindler, He Tiantian finally arrived outside Jia Cong’s room amidst Student Xiao D’s frantic shouts.

He Tiantian purposefully showed an "I finally found it" expression; she flexed her ankle, ready to kick open the door.

Just at that moment, Jia She and Jia Zheng, who had been informed by a servant, both rushed over.

"Brother Jing, what brings you here? You didn’t even give your brother a heads-up, so I could have stayed home to welcome you!"

Jia She, spotting Jia Jing causing a commotion in his own courtyard, was a bit displeased.

As the legitimate eldest son set to inherit the title, he had been squeezed next to the stables by his mother and second brother’s schemes, forced to live in such a narrow courtyard, which was suffocating enough. Yet here was his rarely-home family cousin, treating his courtyard as if it were no man’s land.

Did he not even regard him, the great lord of Duke Rong’s Mansion, with any respect at all?

Jia She was displeased, naturally, his words carried a sting.

He Tiantian slowly turned her head, gazing steadfastly at Jia She.

With a frail face, her eyes shone with a profound light, as if they could pierce one’s soul.

Jia She, having his body hollowed out by indulgence in alcohol and pleasure, stumbled upon such a gaze and felt a violent tremor through his Divine Soul.

For some reason, he felt an invisible oppression, a compulsion to revere and recoil.

"...Brother Jing, in the days since I last saw you, you have come to resemble an Immortal from a Taoist Temple even more!"

Jia She, fearful in his heart, deliberately laughed it off in an attempt to fumble through the situation.

Seeing that she had frightened Jia She with just a look, He Tiantian did not bother with him any more.

She turned her head back and, before anyone else could react, she launched a kick that flung the room’s door open.

Bang!

A dull thud, and Jia She, Jia Zheng, and Jia Zhen were all startled.

They watched as "Jia Jing" entered the room and, moments later, came out holding a child who was unconscious and babbling nonsense.

"Jia Cong?"

"Brother Cong?"

Jia Zheng and Jia Zhen were shocked by Jia Cong’s miserable state and couldn’t help but cry out.

Jia She sheepishly rubbed his nose and muttered to himself, not knowing whether he was trying to explain or to comfort himself, "This disrespectful brat, I simply disciplined him a bit. I never expected he’d be so frail!"

Jia Zheng & Jia Zhen: ...You beat a child just five or six years old half to death, and yet you blame him for being "frail"?

"This child and I have a fate; I shall take him with me!"

He Tiantian had no desire to deal with scum like Jia She, coldly dropping such a statement, she stepped away and left...