Chapter 95: Zhu Lin's Opportunity

After all, very few people can solve this riddle in such a short time. The disappearance of millions of undead—how could the envoy of the underworld possibly remain calm under such circumstances?

Xiao Yuhan wheeled himself over to Lu Xiaolei’s side and nodded to the Crown Princess as a gesture of respect.

Of course, the person who should be most astonished was the Prime Minister. He had never expected Yu Ling to come out and ruin his plans. Had the Duke of Yu not spoken to his son? Today, trouble followed him at every turn.

Director Bo lightly touched the scar on his chest through his clothes. He had always seen things clearly, but when it came to matters of the heart, he was always lost in confusion.

“If you have something to say, please speak plainly,” Mo Baohua said, not taking a seat but instead walking straight to the window. She raised her hand to close it. Though the cold air kept her alert, she disliked the chill even more.

Yunguan, feeling he’d caused enough of a scene, climbed down from the tree, dismantled the slingshot in his hand to reveal a hairpin, and nonchalantly fixed it in his hair before clapping his hands and walking away.

Yet, just before Prince Qi, Li Yuanji, could completely lose his temper, a soldier finally rushed out from the inner chamber.

Nanny Hu had raised Si Yin since birth and had also been the midwife for Lady Xianfei. When Si Yin grew older, they parted ways and had never seen each other again since.

“Luckily the message arrived in time, or who knows how big a mess today could have turned into!” Liu Ji thought to himself.

Ever since that incident, Yang Chen’s attitude towards Li Shuoxi changed drastically. Li Shuoxi didn’t mind, but it caused Pang Sisi a great deal of worry as she kept trying to mediate between them. Li Shuoxi knew that no matter how hard she tried, she could never overcome Mu Mian’s deliberate provocations.

Nan Qiang continued eating the pastry in his hand slowly, his head lowered. The emperor glanced at him only briefly.

“Of course not, I haven’t remarried. Yangyang is at that mischievous age now, full of clever little tricks—you can’t help but love and be exasperated all at once.” As Qiu Yan spoke of Han Yang, a mother’s pride welled up in her voice.

After tidying up, Li Shuo lay in Si Hengjin’s arms, sniffling, her eyes red from crying and still filled with tears—a picture of utter grievance that would break anyone’s heart.

Trembling, Cheng Hao pulled the blanket tightly around himself and, forcing himself to remain calm, spoke evenly to Xu Zehao on the other end of the phone before hanging up abruptly.

Since Mo Qingsen had left the Empire and been absent from Magic City, the procurement bills had gradually become suspicious, and several cost-effective partners had their contracts terminated.

Seeing that her tears weren’t convincing enough, she secretly took the onion sliver she’d prepared and, though scared, cruelly rubbed it against her eyes. Now, that would do the trick.

Hurriedly grabbing the freshly signed contract, the two of them left the villa one after the other, intentionally taking a taxi.

Qiu Yan listened to Xu Yajun’s determined words and looked at his uncompromising expression, wondering whether she should trust him.

After much investigation, it turned out to be Lian He, younger brother of Lian Peng, who’d sent thugs to kidnap Meng Sheng—the leader was none other than Cao Kun, who’d attacked Yan Village at night before. Now, Meng Sheng was locked in the Lian family’s earthen cell. They’d sent word: within three days, Su Qin and the others must exchange Yan Shuai for Meng Sheng, or Meng Sheng would be drowned in a pig cage.

To be honest, this sea was breathtaking, no less beautiful than the fabled Isles of Penglai. The sunlight was warm, the sea azure, and the air invigorating. Ignoring Ye Fan’s gaze, Yun Shiwen began to swim with elegant strokes.

Ye Qiu glanced in the rearview mirror and saw headlights suddenly appear on the mountain road behind them, speeding toward their car.

Even if Gu Baobao wasn’t skilled at management, she had a powerful father and two brothers—there was no way the Xu Corporation could be brought down by her.

“Listen to me, what happened today is…” His voice trailed off, but whatever his explanation was, Xin Yunhua didn’t care.

To be fair, Lin Bao’er was clever enough; though she eagerly awaited Ye Fan’s arrival, she kept those feelings well hidden.

A bouquet of flowers cost ten yuan, more than many urban residents earned in half a month. Without even asking the price, Yang Jing helped Zhou Hongbao send out gifts worth a hundred yuan—such extravagance was not something ordinary people could afford.

To take care of his sister, Wu Feng put his work aside, moved his wife and children onto the yacht, and hoped that the warmth of family would help Wu Ping recover from her trauma.

He didn’t go home, but instead went straight to the pier and carried all the groceries he’d bought onto the yacht.

Like a knife slicing through tofu, the blade cut open a smooth incision. Then, as if the surgeon’s hand had x-ray vision, he plunged the scalpel precisely into the right spot; blood spurted out, neat and efficient, his hand steady as a rock.

Meanwhile, a crowd gathered around Feng Yue, especially a middle-aged man who was visibly agitated.

During meetings, Qian Dada would point out any flaws directly, never sparing feelings. Because of this, Qian Dada especially disliked him, though he never cared.

Luo Feng nodded in agreement. After chatting with his master for a while in the room, he excused himself—having just ascended to immortality, he needed to go into seclusion and consolidate his cultivation.

If successful, this would be a great merit, finally putting an end to the centuries-old feud between the demon cultivators and the spiritual practitioners.

“Go on, go play!” Granny Sun chuckled, shooing the children away before bustling about with her preparations.

“What’s wrong, brother?” Lin Ruo asked curiously as she nibbled on a glutinous rice cake.

I said we can’t lie to ourselves forever—my shame and avoidance must have limits. So let me go to that clinic with you.

Once, after a checkup, Chen Yuyang suddenly became very agitated and called his best friend, Zhang Ning, to meet at Zhonghe Park. They sat in a pavilion for a long time. Chen Yuyang smoked an entire pack of cigarettes, though he’d never been a heavy smoker before.

Of course, he was somewhat acquainted with the Governor of the Prefectural Office, Wan Gen, and they got along well. So, half-jokingly, he asked about his old acquaintance’s recent situation.