Volume One, Chapter 23: The More I Inquired, the More Frightened I Became

Shen Lingshuang remembered that in her previous life, when she donated money to repair the roads in her hometown, Chen Village—the village where Gu Aihua’s in-laws lived—sent people to disrupt the construction team, threatening that they must renovate the old road at the village entrance first. Given this impression, Shen Lingshuang could not help but worry even more about Gu Aihua. Perhaps returning to her maiden home today was never Gu Aihua’s intention at all.

Zhang Jiaze knew that at this dawn, in every corner of this city, countless opportunities were flowing by. Of course, these opportunities would only descend upon a few, and even fewer would seize them.

Wu Shaoqi smiled slightly, though a touch of paleness appeared at the corners of his eyes due to the intense consumption of his inner Imperial Essence. Clearly, things were not as easy as his words suggested.

After saying these words, Master Liu felt a sense of relief. In truth, he had no other options. Master Liu knew that whether he succeeded or not now depended entirely on how important Li Dong was in its eyes.

Ma Qijun had betrayed the Yin family; he had turned his back on them when they faced a crisis. Naturally, Rong Si could not hope that this man would willingly help the Rong family when they encountered their own crisis.

Ji Yining suppressed the urge to go find him in that room. She held back for three full days, but eventually, unable to withstand the condemnation of her own heart, she decided to sneak over to see him.

Murong Fu, Dian Wei, and the others were guarding Zhao Yi’s family. Murong Fu and his men had begun making arrangements the moment Zhao Yi entered the palace. Even Zhao Yun felt the heavy atmosphere and asked the busy Murong Fu why he was mobilizing the soldiers.

Su Chengji’s card game was getting smoother and smoother, yet he did not notice that the person’s face at the table was growing increasingly dark—it was Bai Fengmao.

After Gao Shun and Zhou Ping arrived, they called over the ten soldiers to cut down some trees to build carriages.

Since falling gravely ill, he even felt that his status in her heart could no longer compare to that of the Xuan King.

His spiritual sense scanned everything in the mansion in circles, yet he saw no familiar faces.

Sheng Shi already knew it was Gu Lanshan and felt anxious inside. When he saw this scene, that urgency transformed into a wave of heartache that swept over him.

Although Li Rui did not turn around, his mental power remained active. He could not see others’ thoughts, but he could see their expressions clearly. Seeing that his side’s morale was flagging, he could not help but look up at the people not far away.

"I have not permitted you to leave! Where do you think you are going!" Dongfang Yao, in his haste, rushed forward and grabbed Helian Heya’s wrist.

After speaking, he smashed it toward his head. Tao Xiong tried to dodge, but he never expected that his feet would suddenly become immobilized.

She had just been indifferently mocked by Jin Yang, leaving her feeling slightly embarrassed. Now, seeing Lin Shenshen merely call out "Grandmother" and say nothing more, she did not know what to say, and the entire hospital room became even more silent.

However, from beginning to end, regardless of the nature of her affection, Ye Huakuacheng was the person she wanted to care for most in this world. Naturally, she could sensitively discern from the tone and inflection of her voice whether she was happy or unhappy.

"I like it, I like it very much, I like it so, so much." Qiu Qi’er turned his head to look at Ye Qingcheng with the gentlest gaze in the world, then looked toward the thousands of lights below the mountain and shouted aloud.

"King of Light!" Just as its name suggested, the pitch-black heavy sword in Camille’s hand strangely emitted a dazzling radiance. At this moment, it was as if a god had truly possessed this strike—one sword of light, a light of one sword.

"You ran into them? Who was it?" Gu Lanshan took a sip of wine, feeling the scenery before her grow a bit blurry, and asked with a mind that struggled to process the thought.

"Are you here to see He Rong?" Chen Xia spoke first; sometimes she simply lacked patience.