Despite Murong Qingyan’s sarcastic words, Murong Xiong’s suspicion wasn’t lifted at all. He looked closely at Murong Qingyan sitting there and was suspicious of the girl though her face remained unchanged. After all, one’s disposition proved pretty hard to change.

Murong Qingyan raised her head with a sneer, staring at Murong Xiong’s eyes, with no trace of hesitation and retreat.
She wasn’t worried at all that Murong Xiong could tell anything, for she was nobody but Murong Qingyan. Since her soul came to this different world, she herself became Murong Qingyan. Rong Qingyan was dead, and now the girl alive was Murong Qingyan.

“Are you really Murong Qingyan?” Murong Xiong exerted pressure on her.

In the face of Murong Xiong’s power, Murong Qingyan still acted unflinchingly.
Her performance slightly shocked Murong Xiong. In general, when he let his power out, no younger generation of Murong family were capable to withstand it. Even for genius like Nangong Ye, it was almost impossible to cope with his pressure.
However, this granddaughter who had always been regarded as the disgrace of Murong family, managed to display no shred of retreat from his pressure. There was only one person who could attain this high –his son Murong Xizhao, whose life remained uncertain until now.
Recalling the son who had served as the pride and joy of both himself and the whole family, a certain amount of nostalgia flashed through Murong Xiong’ mind, and the pressure around him was restrained at the same time.
Sensing the pressure on her was suddenly relieved, Murong Qingyan had yet relaxed her vigilance and would like not to let her nervousness known, “Dear family head, don’t you have any idea whether I’m Murong Qingyan? Even if someone intended to pass himself as others, they aren’t supposed to choose a good-for-nothing like me!”
“It seems that the one who is best at disguising himself in the family is nobody but you!” Murong Xiong squinted at Murong Qingyan with a malicious look on his face, “I have always considered you a retard. It turns out you are a scheming monster!”
Murong Xiong nursed discontent at the deception of Murong Qingyan. He didn’t expect that Murong Qingyan had put on an act under his nose for such a long time.
“You flatter me.” There occurred no change in the look on Murong Qingyan’s face, as if she would have made no sense of Murong Xiong’s dissatisfaction, “The worm turns, let alone me!”
“Is that why you took part in this family convention?” Murong Xiong gave her a hostile glare, “Do you think it really makes sense? Even if you join the contest, you could do nothing but bring disgrace on our family. ”
“You called me over solely for this purpose, didn’t you?” Murong Qingyan asked with a sarcastic smile, “Even though I give up competing this time, don’t I bring shame on Murong family? As long as I am alive, I will always be a family disgrace, won’t I?”
“Murong Qingyan, you—“Murong Xiong clenched his teeth when he heard what Murong Qingyan said. He really wanted to throttle the girl to death if possible, “Are you clear what you’re talking about?”
“I’m certainly clear.” Murong Qingyan exhibited no soft-heartedness. All that was left was sheer coldness and indifference, “don’t you think so?”