Chapter 42: Ruining Li Jiuwei’s Reputation in Public

As she finished speaking, all eyes turned in unison toward the doorway.

Standing there was an elderly man clad in traditional attire, his entire presence exuding an aura of antiquity. He leaned on a cane, his shrewd eyes fixed intently on Li Jiuwei, the gaze laced with scrutiny and curiosity.

Under the scrutiny of the crowd, Li Jiuwei showed not the slightest sign of panic. Instead, she met the elder’s probing look with calm composure, her gaze clear and direct.

Li Jiuwei’s response—

“No! I must go!” After such a quarrel in the corridor, she followed along, leaving Liu Xing and the other retainers and followers sighing in the room.

So much time had passed—if Su Mu claimed he wasn’t worried now, that would be a lie. He had smoked several cigarettes, his eyes never leaving the door.

An hour later, as the doors opened, chaos erupted as people surged forward, trampling one another in their hurry, yet no one cared—securing a good place inside was all that mattered.

“Host is currently redeeming the Ageless Beauty Mask, ten honor points per sheet. Would you like to proceed?” The system’s voice sounded in Xia Ming’s mind. Xia Ming replied.

But when Liu Xing killed for the first time, he saw the terror in the face of the one he’d slain, the dread in the eyes of the dying. Liu Xing himself was terrified—after all, he was only twelve then.

“They really are like those ghosts in horror movies, obsessed with the last thing they did in life, doomed to repeat it over and over after death,” Tang Yu said, feeling goosebumps rise on her skin.

Looking back at the screen, the image showed an intimate close-up of Liu Xing and the princess, entwined like lovers.

Li Yi grumbled a complaint, but his tone was calm; clearly, this was not the first time he had borne such tremendous responsibility.

“Whether you regret it, I don’t know, but you certainly will—and that’s the truth,” the Immortal Madman sneered coldly. For someone blinded by jealousy, he no longer had a shred of goodwill.

Without his glasses, his eyes were sharp and predatory, fixing on her with the intensity of a beast hunting in the depths of winter.

Chen Mogan felt awkward; from what he said, it was obvious he knew about her dark past.

Yang Qingluo suddenly looked up, her gaze falling on Luo Jingyang’s slightly weary face. Her heart swelled with both happiness and pain. She believed Mogan would not deceive her. Did this mean she had misunderstood Brother Luo?

Upon hearing this, most of the anger faded from Qin Luofan’s face, and his hands, which encircled her waist, relaxed their grip.

For him to take the initiative to meet today, Jun Yunyu was already somewhat aware of the reason—it could only be that Bai Yanwei was presently in his chamber.

When the butler entered, he saw Ning Xiang seated at the table, quietly taking her meal. Hesitating at the threshold for a moment, he finally stepped inside.

“Alright!” Xia Mao cried out in excitement. Ran Kongxia playfully patted Xia Mao’s head and laughed boisterously, “Alright!”—thus masking Xia Mao’s foolish, puppy-like delight.

Since the matriarch wished to match Sun Yanling with Zhang Caixia, she would strike first to shatter their designs.

Almost no one saw her move, but in a flash, Anolan spun around, her hands moving so swiftly they seemed invisible, drawing a sword from the attendant’s belt. Graceful as a swallow, she swept toward Liang Bozhao in a deadly arc.

Although today was a day off, Ye Xing said his school had some sort of event, so he hadn’t come over since morning.

His domineering tone remained, but I no longer felt inclined to argue. I only worried that if Liu Tingting went to see such a man alone, she might suffer some harm.

After warning the Grand Diviner and giving advice to Fu Heng, Zhong Lan felt she could now sit back and wait for the imperial seal to fall into her hands.

After the apocalypse began, with the violent climate swings and widespread malnutrition, even the best-maintained faces from before would turn haggard and sallow in just a few days. Everyone grew thin and sickly. Zhong Lan, however, knew that this was the mark of death itself.