Chapter Thirty-Five: I Will Take Care of You

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The young maid said nothing, but her thoughts were clear: Is it really possible to speak like this? The Great Zhou Dynasty indeed valued filial piety, yet it also required benevolence of elders. As the saying goes, “A wise ruler inspires loyal ministers; a kind father raises filial children.” If elders are not compassionate towards their juniors, they too become subjects of criticism. Lady Cui, above all, cared about her reputation. She had no choice—being the second wife, any slight misstep could taint her with a bad name. Lady Cui had spent over a decade performing her role in the Lou household.

Zhao Qichen said, “It’s nothing serious. Just pay attention during rehabilitation and you’ll be fine. How about you? Is your injury... how is it? You didn’t seem to perform well.”

From that night when Yunqing found Yundan, everything became irreversible.

Although exile was a perilous fate, at least it spared them from immediate execution and the tragic cries for justice in the afterlife.

Mengyun watched everything unfold from within the spatial realm. Suddenly, she left the space and struck a blow; the dried corpse flew several yards away, landing with a thunderous crash that shook the earth. The guard squad rushed toward the source of the disturbance.

It must be said, Yan Chuluo truly agreed with Liu Shuo’s words. Yan Chuluo lifted her head and cast an inadvertent glance out the window, only to realize their route had long departed from the navigation’s path.

Both teams were victims of this incident—SOD had only recently trended on the hot search list.

“Old Black... who is it? Who wants to harm you all?” Father shook his head lightly, his complexion odd, his voice betraying exhaustion.

Yan Aoshen was at a loss, but at this moment he felt that Lu Guodong’s health was the most important thing; all secrets were now irrelevant.

Yesterday, Lu Ze had an important trial and could not participate in their matchmaking banquet. Lu Yang’s parents had explained this from the start, and in truth, Yan Chuluo herself did not mind; she was never one to fuss over details.

Lu Yingquan could only repeatedly soak the cloth in water, wring it out slightly, and place it on Yun Yao’s forehead to reduce her fever. Though the action was simple, it was laborious, requiring constant attention to Yun Yao’s condition.

At its core, the Hunter Alliance’s overall combat strength had always surpassed the Poison Dragon Hunting Group from the very beginning.

Her figure was already tall and slender, and now, suspended in midair, she was directly level with Li Hexian’s gaze.

With a ripping sound, Shen Yun tore her own dress to shreds, and then, like an octopus, wrapped her arms and legs around Li Hexian, lowering herself until her lips pressed against his.

Dudelong snorted coldly, refusing to retreat, and threw a punch that collided with Yang Yi’s. The clash of spiritual energy produced a low, explosive rumble.

He was about to sleep, but Qing Binghe frowned. Even if he slept until the next day, wouldn’t he still have to get dressed? If so, he might as well dress now. Yet, seeing his perfect body wrapped only in a bath towel made his scalp tingle.

At the tributary, the group split into two; Luo Li and her companions rushed toward the narrow mountain valley.

Luo Li said to Eagle Cry, “This lion’s roar may have been provoked. Something must have happened within their pride. We should withdraw first.” Eagle Cry nodded and slowly moved forward.

Xing Chu gestured, and the ring fell into his hand. His spiritual sense probed inside—without Wang Xiancong’s soul supporting it, the storage ring was ownerless. Xing Chu’s powerful spirit entered without resistance and reached inside.

Caught in the throes of indecision, I saw a shadowy Shura fly out from an abyss and then vanish into the darkness.

Wang Yan knew nothing of the situation below; both sides were deadlocked. Wang Yun sat atop the table, sipping tea, surrounded by ten men in black. Meng Yunteng and Yue Pengju stood at the edge, vigilantly watching the White Palace Guard.