Si Mingjing raised her hand, revealing the diamond bracelet on her wrist.
"It’s said that this bracelet is worth two hundred million. A theft of two hundred million—does that count as a major crime? Those who commit major crimes should be sent to Prison Star to contribute to humanity’s exploration of space for survival."
Mo Yinhe’s eyes narrowed slightly in a knowing smile, understanding her meaning. He chuckled, his gaze affectionate and gentle. "Alright, I understand. As you wish."
Just then, Ye Shen called. "Brother, there’s an update. Song Pianlan has disappeared from the hospital. I’ve sent people to lock down the entire city, ensuring not even a fly can escape."
Indeed, just as she’d predicted?
Si Mingjing stroked the advanced phone on her index finger. She opened her palm, and once the holographic virtual screen appeared there, she swiftly searched for Song Pianlan’s location.
This evening, before the police took Song Pianlan away, Si Mingjing had discreetly affixed a new type of organic photoelectric tracker to the inside of Song Pianlan’s coat. Resembling a band-aid, it could help her quickly locate Song Pianlan.
Her casual action wasn’t due to some prescient ability to predict Song Pianlan’s prison escape. She was simply putting herself in Song Pianlan’s shoes, wondering how she would save herself if caught in such a predicament, considering every possibility and then taking corresponding precautions. Unexpectedly, it had now come in handy. Indeed, taking precautions was the ultimate key to defeating an enemy.
Soon, Si Mingjing pinpointed Song Pianlan’s location.
"Found her! She’s just three streets away from us."
Si Mingjing enabled the phone’s navigation system. "Follow the navigation! Catch up quickly, don’t let her get away!"
She still wanted to dig out some clues from Song Pianlan about her mother becoming a murderer. On her deathbed, her mother had repeatedly urged her to investigate. She had also said that by following this lead, Si Mingjing might find all the answers to her dragon origins.
Mo Yinhe glanced at the navigation and pressed the automatic tracking driving button. Freeing his hands, he called Fengjue and sent him the real-time location. He had no interest in Song Pianlan, but Song Pianlan had bothered his babe. Whoever dared to bother his babe, he would send them to the eighteenth level of hell—no discussion allowed. Mo Yinhe gave Fengjue a few instructions: he wanted Song Pianlan captured by the time he arrived.
Meanwhile, Song Pianlan believed she had made a clean getaway. Sitting in the speeding car, she was so excited that tears of relief after her escape rolled down her cheeks.
"Grandpa, I knew it! You love me the most."
Beside Song Pianlan sat Song Dezhong, preparing her travel bag. He truly adored his granddaughter.
Tonight, before Song Pianlan was taken away by the police, Song Dezhong had secretly given her a packet of drugs, instructing her to follow the plan, with him responsible for the pickup. And they had succeeded.
"Pianlan, you can’t stay in A Country anymore. You must leave overnight—the farther, the better."
But Song Pianlan was unwilling. This departure meant losing everything.
"Pianlan, listen to Grandpa. Leave A Country first and stop thinking about Mo Yinhe. If you stop thinking about Mo Yinhe, your future prospects are limitless. Feelings are the most useless things. Grandpa forgot to teach you this before; now it’s too late for regrets."
Song Pianlan was Song Dezhong’s sole heir. His son and grandson had no interest in traditional medicine; only his granddaughter was interested, so he had to protect his only heir.
"Grandpa, where can I go? If I leave A Country, I’ll no longer be the young lady of a wealthy family. I’ll be like a homeless dog, and I don’t want to live like that! I hate it! It’s all Si Mingjing’s fault!"
"Foolish! ’As long as the green hills remain, there’ll be wood to burn.’ How can my granddaughter, Song Dezhong’s own, be so shortsighted?" Song Dezhong gripped Song Pianlan’s hand firmly, his voice filled with earnestness. "Pianlan, go to the Huo Family right now. Let the Huo Family figure out how to get you out of A Country. I can’t make too much of a stir here, or the police will trace you through me. Only the Huo Family can send you away."
"But Grandpa, what if the Huo Family ignores me?"
"They won’t," Song Dezhong said. "Not unless the Huo Family wants Mo Yinhe to know that they were the masterminds behind Si Yao becoming a murderer, all to target Miss Bai."