While I'm at the martial arts academy, my wife is cultivating while I enjoy life.

Zhang Peng was skeptical.

Sun Changqing is the head of the third largest family in Jiangling City. He has saved the lives of the two Grandmasters, Zhao and Zhou, as well as their wives and children.

In times of war, doctors are always the most respected.

However, his descendants also intermarried with the other four major families, making the relationships very complicated.

No matter how high their cultivation level, when people have to choose between personal gain and the Great Way, they will choose the former without hesitation.

Ye Rou's parents were both heroes who served humanity, but after the Great War, they were gradually forgotten. At most, a statue of them was erected in the Hall of Heroes, and they were worshipped once a year.

On the contrary, the selfish ones gained city-states and power, enjoyed the highest-level resources and the most beautiful and talented girls, and reproduced like crazy to expand their family's influence.

Only the Queen inherited their will and, with her wisdom and courage, painstakingly promoted the new marriage system.

Zhang Peng stood up, his voice pleading.

"Principal, if you discover anything special about Yang Ding, please be lenient and keep this a secret. Don't tell the City Lord and Master Zhao, or we martyrs will kill you to silence you, even if we all die."

The Queen had once instructed that Sun Changqing was an unpredictable variable, and that he had been hesitant and wavering.

If the plan is sided with the Zhou family, the entire operation may fail, and all the lurking Dragon Guards, and even Yang Ding, will die.

If he sides with the Ye family, Yang Ding will at least survive and complete his plan to marry in Jiangling City, greatly increasing his chances of success.

Zhang Peng's tone was firm and offensive; he just wanted to make a statement. In reality, even a dozen or more Dragon Guards could not threaten an SSSSS-level big shot.

The old principal, his face full of wrinkles, wasn't angry. Instead, he replied sincerely, "I admire you young people. You're much better than us selfish old folks."

"As Ye Jianzeng Qian's old friend, I promise you that I will keep this secret."

Zhang Peng then went to the stairwell to hide. If Poison Sting were to target him, the Dragon Guards lurking in Jiangling City would be in great danger.

Sun Changqing continued reading his book, and less than three minutes later, Jiang Zhongtian strode over.

He was also quite surprised to see the old principal.

"Brother Sun, what are you doing here?"

"Ye Rou is giving birth, so I had to come and see her."

"What are you looking at? He's not your grandson."

"Don't be so selfish. You didn't talk like this in front of Master Ye back then."

"That hypocrite Ye Jian has been dead for almost twenty years. Do I still have to flatter him?" Jiang Zhongtian asked angrily.

In his mind, anyone with extraordinary abilities who doesn't seek personal gain and instead tries to achieve some kind of human leap forward is a hypocrite.

"Old Chiang, that's not how it works."

"I'm here to kill Yang Ding's son. I won't touch Ye Rou. You should leave now and pretend you didn't see anything."

"Is that even human language? The baby isn't even born yet, what business is it of yours, Uncle Jiang?"

"Yang Ding killed my Jiang family's grandson, ruined my Jiang family's son, and made my Jiang family lose face. I can't find him, so killing his son is fair, isn't it?"

The old headmaster originally thought that since the two were related by marriage and even brother-in-law, and that it was a good idea for them to talk things out, he didn't expect that the old man wouldn't listen at all.

He tore a page from the book and tossed it aside. Instead of landing, the paper floated up into the air and automatically folded into a small sword, pointing directly at Jiang Zhongtian.

"This piece of paper tells the story of 'The Emperor's New Clothes.' Yang Ding didn't kill your grandson. At most, he saw and heard about your family's shameful affairs, but you and your son wanted to beat and kill him."

"Your eighth son slept with your sixth son's wife, what business is it of Guan Yang's? He just thinks there's no consequence in killing him."

"You slept with your eight sons, but you even killed your own son. It's the father's fault if the son is not taught. You are an incompetent father."

The paper sword missed Jiang Zhongtian, but the old principal's words pierced his heart like a hornet's nest.

"You old bastard, are you trying to lecture me, or are you going to start a war with me?"

"It will increase the cost for you."

"Sun Changqing, what's the relationship between our two families? Is it worth it for you to do this for some nobody, some lowly nobody?"

"Now I feel it was worth it."

Sun Changqing, Ye Jian, Zhou Liren, Zhao Lie and their group were all first-generation Awakeners.

A century has passed since the catastrophe began, and 63 billion of our fellow human beings have died. This is the first time we have seen someone possess two abilities at the same time. How can we not be excited?

Sun Changqing's attitude was firm, and he didn't seem to be joking.

The two have known each other for fifty or sixty years and know each other very well.

Therefore, Jiang Zhongtian could no longer be arrogant and instantly became calm.

Absolute strength makes opponents more benevolent.

"Old Chiang, I beg you, don't take action here. There are over a million children living in this compound. With our strength, how many children would die? If the Empire investigates, can your Chiang family withstand the consequences?"

The former principal also offered a way out.

Jiang Zhongtian turned and left, saying, "I'm going to find the city lord right now and tell him that you betrayed your old friend and sided with the Queen."

"Go ahead, go ahead, reasoning is always better than fighting."

After Chiang Kai-shek left, Zhang Peng, who had been gripping his sword on guard, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Just then, a hand suddenly patted his shoulder.

"Hey, counselor, what are you doing here?"

Startled, Zhang Peng jumped three meters high, shouting, "Holy crap, you son of a bitch, you scared the hell out of me!"

"How is my wife?"

"Hurry inside, can't you hear the child crying?"

"Is it dangerous?"

"You're all safe with a big shot watching over you tonight."

"What big shot?"

Zhang Peng pushed Yang Ding out of the stairwell. The old principal turned his head with a smile and looked at him with kind eyes, as if he were looking at his own grandson.

Yang Ding was completely bewildered. He had never met the principal, nor had he ever seen him in person, and he had no idea what level of cultivation or identity the principal held.

"Xiao Yang, my name is Sun Changqing. I'm an old friend of your father-in-law and mother-in-law. I've already dealt with Lao Jiang. You can go and keep Ye Rou company. I'll stay here and read some books."

"Alright, thank you for your trouble, Principal."

Yang Ding entered the delivery room and found the first door, which was the disinfection room, where ten young women wearing white coats and masks stood.

There were female doctors, female nurses, and female caregivers, each carrying a black gold shield and a black gold knife, their eyes sharply fixed on Yang Ding.

Startled, Yang Ding prepared to draw his sword.

A female caregiver clasped her hands in greeting and said, "We are the Imperial Guards of Yaoguang, here to protect Miss Ye and the young master. Please do not panic, Mr. Yang."

Yang Ding was caught off guard by the scene tonight; his first wife was really treated well for giving birth to a son.

Thank you for your trouble.

He walked into the delivery room, and Fang Jing quickly called out, "Rou, Rou, your husband is back."

"Honey, honey, come here quickly!"

Yang Ding rushed over, took Ye Rou's small hand, hugged her, and kissed her as she was covered in sweat.

"Honey, does it hurt a lot?"

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all."

Fang Jing: "..."

"Jian'er, Daddy's back, come out quickly."

The arrival of her husband made Ye Rou relax suddenly, and her eldest son, Yang Jian, was born with a cry.