Chapter Ninety-One: Family Matters

This truly is one calamity after another; the troubles outside have yet to be resolved, and now something has happened at home as well. Shu Yiming paced twice around the courtyard, thinking deeply, then suddenly clapped his hands.

“I’ve got it. If this path is blocked, then I’ll make sure he’s utterly ruined! That fellow certainly won’t admit to having designs on my sister now. Lu Yi must have everything under wraps… Perhaps the attitude of Hui Zhaoyi is ineffective, or perhaps Hui Zhaoyi spoke too late, and the emperor’s intentions have already been delivered.

Black blood splattered across the sky, the Nightmare Beast howled in agony, its massive head still attached to half its body. Shattered organs and viscera flew everywhere as the other half collapsed with a crash like a falling mountain.

“Mom…” A faint, unconscious murmur escaped Ye Bai’s lips. His feet moved involuntarily, longing to draw closer to that warmth.

“Who could have been so hasty, so eager to stir up trouble? Even waiting another three or five days wouldn’t have delayed things; if Rong Wanxi wasn’t back, it still wouldn’t have been too late to send the message. Now, a perfectly good opportunity has been squandered by him. We’re left with nothing but gossip, like the common folk, enjoying a bit of entertainment.” Bo Xinlan sighed, troubled.

Murong Fu and Dian Wei, together with others, guarded Zhao Yi’s family. As soon as Zhao Yi entered the palace, Murong Fu and his men began their preparations. Even Zhao Yun sensed the weighty atmosphere and asked the busy Murong Fu what the mobilization of soldiers meant.

Only the Black Prince remained unperturbed; however, Wu Ding noticed that he had abandoned his usual flowing white robes for plain clothes, clearly more suited for travel. Wu Ding even observed that the Black Prince wore trousers favored by the nomads, as if preparing for a long journey.

Her spirited phoenix eyes were now dull, deep and frightening, and she thought to herself that this kiss was surely inevitable.

Zhu Tianhuo lightly tapped his feet against the rocky wall and leaped through the air, dodging the Bloodflame Scale Beast’s deadly claws. The beast’s claws struck the rock, sending shards flying in all directions.

Since the age of sixteen, he had become the true regent of the Great Shang, holding every power. In the years that followed, his extraordinary talent allowed him to sweep across the world, everywhere he went commanding absolute authority, a king among kings, issuing decrees none dared to refuse.

With Hongyi’s resolute tone, Huike no longer hesitated. He decided to reveal to Hongyi the real reason—the prophecy that concerned him.

Han Shuo, Leng Xiaolin, Gong Lin, and Yin Hao, under the cover of the rescue team, jumped down into the quicksand one after another.

After listening, Ming Wuyan felt a touch of emotion, but this time she did not feel the same sadness as before.

“No need to be so formal.” Ming Wuyan gently brushed Dragon Tian’s pulse, then nodded slightly after a moment.

Yet, she still had to see him, and even took care to touch up her makeup, so when she walked out of the company doors, she appeared radiant before that man.

Though she truly disdained watching the interactions between Leng Ran and Mu Feng, she was genuinely curious about what made Leng Ran so attractive, what kind of seductive tricks she used, that in such a short time, so many men had fallen at her feet.

The sadness in Long Qingjue’s voice could not be concealed. Then, a bitter smile appeared on his lips as he turned and vanished from Leng Ran’s sight.

For they could heal an injured person in front of everyone’s eyes, which was far more convincing than anything else.

When everything was finally settled, they left the crematorium. Xi Bai was about to escort the devastated Shu Mo onto the police car, when suddenly, someone across the street switched on their headlights, flashing them in their direction.

“If you wear your clothes, they’ll get wet, and you’ll catch a cold. Don’t wear them. Wash yourself, and rest early,” Luo Zhiheng said with perfect seriousness, his hands not pausing as, in a few swift motions, he had already stripped Lin Weiwei bare.