HBWMA -Chapter 356 The Flower Sea Plan

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Just as Jiang Huashan returned to the waiting room, the electronic voice in her head suddenly crashed over her like an explosion. She nearly lost her balance and collapsed, but fortunately, Lawyer Chen reacted quickly and caught her.

“Miss Jiang, what’s wrong?”

Jiang Huashan steadied herself against the chair and slowly sat down, her expression returning to normal. “I’m fine. Just got a headache from some loud noise.”

“Loud noise?” Lawyer Chen glanced around in confusion. Where was this “loudspeaker” coming from? He couldn’t help but feel puzzled. She had just dominated the courtroom without a hint of fear—so why did something feel off the moment she came back to the waiting room?

That said, Jiang Huashan’s performance earlier had been nothing short of astonishing.

Lawyer Chen turned and poured her a cup of warm water. “Miss Jiang, have some water.”

“Thank you.” Jiang Huashan took the cup, but her mind was still racing. The Door of the Script was reacting so violently—there had to be a reason.

Maybe, just maybe, she had accidentally found a way to break the deadlock that doomed her grandfather and Shen Jiao.

A thought suddenly struck her. She once again forced the voice of the script out of her consciousness and looked up at Lawyer Chen.

“Lawyer Chen, how do you think I did in court just now? Do you think the judge and the jury were moved by me?”

“Miss Jiang, you did exceptionally well. To be frank, no matter who handled this case, they wouldn’t have had the same level of impact as you.”

Before this, Lawyer Chen’s impression of Jiang Huashan had been that of a spirited but immature youth. But after watching her self-defense in court, he had completely changed his view.

The spirit of youth was the sharpest blade in the world. Adults maneuver within rules and constraints, but young people ignore them altogether—and she, on top of that, was extraordinarily intelligent.

Today’s courtroom had been filled with traps. From the prosecution presenting military supply evidence, their scheme had already been set in motion. Fortunately, Jiang Huashan reacted swiftly on the spot, turning what was meant to be a siege into a personal showcase—no, a family showcase.

A family producing two Golden Gun Generals—such merit would elevate the Shen family’s credibility among the people of Country A to an entirely new level.

With undisguised admiration in his eyes, he said, “I believe your sincerity will move them.”

Sincerity?

Jiang Huashan lowered her gaze. No… she wasn’t sincere. She knew Gongyi Hui’s story, so she deliberately used the words “superhero” to trigger her memories as a mother.

The law might be a string of cold words—but the ones who pass judgment are human. And as long as they are human, absolute fairness does not exist.

Outside the venue, everyone was waiting for the court’s final verdict. But for those orchestrating things behind the scenes, the outcome no longer mattered.

Fu Lingnan was so furious he nearly had a heart attack, even snapping his pipe in half.

To deal a heavy blow to the Shen family this time, many forces within the alliance had been mobilized. If they failed in one strike, the Shen family would quickly react. Many of their hidden players would be exposed, turning covert pieces into open ones—making any future moves far more difficult.

Jiang Huashan?

That little girl again.

If not for her three years ago—hiding in the cabinet and causing chaos, catching him off guard—the Fu family wouldn’t have fallen out with the Shen family ahead of time.

Fu Lingnan stared at the girl on the screen, smiling with unrestrained confidence, his gaze growing darker by the second.

Just as everyone waited with bated breath for the final verdict, an international news channel suddenly interrupted with breaking news.

Old General Shen led Country A’s diplomatic delegation to sign the “Twenty-One Articles on Friendly Relations Between the Two Nations” with Country S. Among them, one clause regarding cultural exchange policies between the two countries sparked widespread discussion.

Over the next twenty years, Country A will establish experimental zones in twenty domestic universities, creating an additional 30,000 exchange student slots each year. Half of these experimental zones will adopt an all-girls school system. In an effort to reform modern education, these girls’ schools will incorporate certain elements of Country S’s academic system.

Notably, Country S is one of the few countries in the world where the legal sale of firearms is permitted, and it mandates universal military service. As a result, many aristocratic high schools in Country S offer shooting classes, and in universities, shooting courses can even count toward academic credits.

What’s most intriguing is that the agreement names the construction of these experimental girls’ schools the “Flower Sea Project.”

Ever since the death of Prince Bai Chen, Country S had been locked in a twenty-year cold war with Country A. Today, with the ice finally broken and a mutually beneficial twenty-year alliance signed, it is undoubtedly joyous news for the citizens of both nations.

As soon as the news broke, it shot straight to the top of trending headlines, with major state media outlets from other countries scrambling to report on it as well.

Why sign now of all times—neither earlier nor later—but precisely three minutes before the verdict of Jiang Huashan’s firearm massacre case?

Those paying attention immediately understood: it wasn’t that Shen Zhuang didn’t care about the child he personally brought into the family—on the contrary, he cared far more than expected.

The “Flower Sea Project” was his stance.

If Country A’s government cannot protect these “flowers” as they bloom, nor tolerate their wild growth, then at least 15,000 outstanding “flowers” each year can, through their own efforts, leave this land that fails to nourish them.

It may seem like a drop in the bucket, a temporary fix, but over time, even sparks can start a prairie fire. Twenty years later, the number will be impossible to ignore.

If they wish to keep these flowers, then the soil beneath their feet must offer them greater value. For flowers to bloom, beyond weathering storms, they need sunlight and love.

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International News Channel.

Shen Zhuang, dressed in a black suit, carried himself with calm composure as he signed the agreement with the queen. The deal was sealed, and the two sides posed for commemorative photos.

During the conference, Shen Zhuang was flawless—every gesture, every glance while speaking was nothing short of a masterful performance.

After the event, as Shen Zhuang was escorted back to the designated hotel by bodyguards, a reporter suddenly rushed out from the crowd, “coincidentally” slipping past their defense line.

“At this moment, having facilitated peace talks between the two nations and benefiting countless people, do you have anything you’d like to say to the citizens of Country A?”

Shen Zhuang stopped his bodyguards, his demeanor gentle. “I have not failed my mission.”

“It’s said that many countries have already extended invitations to you. Will you continue visiting other nations next?”

Shen Zhuang looked into the camera. “With state affairs concluded, my heart longs for home.”

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Bang—!

With a loud crash, the image of Shen Zhuang looking into the camera shattered into static.

He’d been tricked.

They had long suspected there was a traitor within the Shen family, so that defense statement was merely bait to draw him out?

They… already knew?

Only a handful of people at the scene had prior knowledge of the defense content—who exactly had suspected him?

Her?

Whale Harbor… wealthy… married?

Shen Jiao?!

The man clenched his fists tightly, so hard that his palms bled, before slowly releasing them.

Three phones lay on the coffee table, their screens lighting up and dimming over and over.

He turned around, pulled off his tie to wipe the blood from his palm, then took out a pair of black gloves from his pocket. After a moment’s consideration, he picked up the middle phone.

[Take action.]