Chapter Sixty-Nine: "Brother"

Zheng Chi wept and vomited, dragging the Dowager Madam Lou into utter disarray as well.

The servant women bustled for quite some time before they managed to tidy up the grandmother and her granddaughter.

After washing up and changing into clean, everyday clothes, Zheng Chi let her hair fall loose, allowing her maid to twist it dry with a towel.

“Grandmother, I really don’t want to stay at the Lou family’s house!”

“Let’s… let’s go to the capital early,” she pleaded, her eyes and nose red, looking utterly pitiful.

A new sect will inevitably attract a horde of fervent devotees, and among them, nine out of ten are bound to be the most fanatical of the fanatics.

Countless skeletal arms wriggled and clawed their way out, filling every inch of sight. The dense, knobby finger bones squirmed like restless maggots.

After much deliberation, Cui Yuanshan decided to convene a meeting at the capital’s distillery, using the allocation of liquors such as Wuliangye as the agenda.

Information on Yu Xi and a character profile of Chen Daosheng now lay on the desk of the Bureau of Public Security’s chief.

“Brother, let’s set some ground rules first. I don’t care whether you and Emperor Qin are truly at odds or not, but you’d better not get any funny ideas about my cousin Qin,” Lin Fan warned, vigilant.

The longer he observed, the more General Kong Shiping admired what he saw; even at his age, he found himself recalling the feelings of his own youthful romance.

Zhou Ke felt nothing for those doomed to die, powerless to change their fate. What concerned him now was whether the man could finish his tale before passing.

The Devouring Demon Physique was strong, but it could not withstand the Four Symbols Execution, conjured from four imperial artifacts.

Yet, this phoenix seemed weak, its flames flickering incessantly, on the verge of being snuffed out.

When calamity befell Qin Tian, the Red Faction chose self-preservation, unwilling to be further entangled, and so, the Cui family’s distillery naturally suffered misfortune.

Still, when the newcomer pushed open the door, even Li Su—accustomed to Huo Tingshen’s extraordinary beauty—could not help but hold her breath.

Hadn’t they agreed to stick together and not fall behind? Yet Lin Xixi, who had said it herself, failed to follow her own rule.

“No problem. I bought some tobacco and liquor for you, Uncle. Later this evening, Auntie can prepare some for you,” Xiang Lingtian said to Lu Jianjun, maintaining his radiant smile.

Bai Fengyu was certain that the photo could not have been sent by Lin Xiao! Lin Xiao would be thrilled if he and Lin Xixi could be together without any burdens.

The inner courtyard had only three side rooms; for now, Shi Xianrou and Liu Yusheng would have to make do for two nights. Once Zhiqiu and Muqiu were married, that room would be vacant.

To Madam Sun, compared to a more disastrous outcome, survival itself was luck enough. Of course, she had no idea that the amnesiac was her own son.

Hearing the words, Bei Ye Han didn’t spare him a glance. With a single hand, he flung him toward another group. What he hated most was people eavesdropping on his conversations.

Feng Yici gazed at her in silence. She would never know that her safety was the greatest gratitude she could offer him.

Su Jinyan had indeed rejected her, but even without Su Li, she would never have won Su Jinyan’s favor.

“What’s wrong? Has something new happened?” Jian Qiyuan’s face was anxious, and Chu Ze asked tentatively as well.

At the same time, on Bus Three, Yu Shaofeng and Yu Shaodian, seated together, were whispering to each other in secret.

Shen Qingjun woke as dawn broke, the first silver light splitting the sky. A few stray beams filtered down through the leaves, painting dappled shadows across her face—leaves swaying as if stirred by a breeze.

Next, the green orb began to expand, only stopping once it had enveloped the entire egg. Warm, vibrant streams of energy surged into the shell, infusing it with life.

A severed arm lay in the grass by the shore, its back still marked with Liu Sanqian’s bite. The wound was jagged and uneven, as if something had torn it off while the victim was still alive.