Chapter 28: The Betrothal to Young Master Xie
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Yinxiang pushed the door open, and Shen Zhining cast an inquisitive glance inside. The room was bright, with clean tables and a landscape painting hanging in the center, likely the work of a renowned master. To one side on the floor sat a white jade incense burner, from which fragrant smoke curled. The shelves behind the desk were piled high with books, accompanied by several sets of writing implements that were clearly no ordinary objects. Just as she crossed the threshold, Yinxiang closed the door from the outside. Now, only she and Pei Zhi remained in the room. Shen Zhining gritted her teeth. She must have fallen asleep last night without anything happening; this big oaf truly seemed to know nothing. It appeared she had another arduous task ahead of her. Hua Jinyu was just as unfaithful as he had initially appeared; he had someone else, and he didn't even bother to make excuses, asking her directly if she would agree to it. Unexpectedly, however, the young master had abandoned everyone here all at once. After the Emperor Hong left the palace, Empress Xia schemed to cause Consort Xu to miscarry. Yet, as fate would have it, the child in Consort Xu's womb was born and survived. Deep within the congealed mist lay an ice-blue lake, the dwelling place of Xuanyuan.
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She had previously quit her job because of the children, but now that both were in school, she had found a new one—the kind that allowed her to come home early to cook. When Xu Ning saw the attendant's uniform he was wearing, he collapsed onto the edge of the bed like a deflated balloon. "Tower Master, why have you come?" Ye Long pulled his wandering thoughts together, steadied his heart, and stepped forward to bow. Because of the Empress's pregnancy, the situation had reversed once again; no matter how unwilling Linglong was, she had no choice but to bide her time. By the next day, Wu Wei had adjusted his state to the peak and strode outward, filled with confidence. Suddenly, a profound and resonant chime of the Great Dao echoed through heaven and earth. Whether it was the Taiji Diagram, the Taishang Daoist who had come from afar to take sides, the crimson-eyed and murderous Yuanshi Shangren, or Yunsu—whose Chaos Divine Sword was about to strike the Taiji Diagram—all were frozen in place. However, he hadn't expected that by writing seven or eight thousand words every day while also submitting two side-story drafts, he had completely exhausted himself. The Old Marquis had never mentioned his feelings to anyone over the years; all his bitterness had been bottled up inside, and truthfully, he did have a desire to vent. At this point, the two were already four years old, and once they learned to walk, they frequently turned the De Castle into a place of chaos. "Boss, this old bastard is not a decent man; you aren't actually going to give him money, are you?" Ji Guangqiang asked angrily. The truth was cruel: the intent of the law is something that, if you can feel it, you are a practitioner; if you cannot, you are merely an ordinary person.
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"Which of you will show off a skill so your sister-in-law knows you are indeed killers?" Wu Wei asked helplessly, turning his head to look at them. After Gu Yan woke up, he furiously tore up several antique paintings, collapsing in exhaustion afterward, lying on the bed like a salted fish and gasping for air, a truly wretched sight. This knife technique was likely far superior to the so-called "Culinary Kings" seen in television cooking competitions. Large numbers of soldiers and police were approaching the ruins, their clamor filling the air. The young dandy said, "I don't know either; I have never seen these so-called immortals. Legends about them have circulated everywhere, but I have never encountered one. Thus, I cannot determine if this wooden box truly comes from the immortals." From then on, the concubines treated the Empress with even greater respect. It was at this time that news broke of Wu Guanyue’s pregnancy in the Xianchi Palace. After diving into the sea, he swam far out until he reached an area rich in fish before stopping to begin his catch; the five lobsters in his pouch were the harvest of his time there. Su Ziyan turned back instinctively to see Qin Yu sitting at the end of the U-shaped table, smiling at her.