Chapter Forty-Two

The midwife who had originally assisted in the birth of Han Fengxun had entered the palace to receive a reward after safely delivering twins for a princess. Casually, she mentioned to the Dowager Consort Wang how perilous it had been when she delivered Lady Li all those years ago. The Dowager Consort took note of this, asked a few more questions, and instantly grew suspicious of Han Fengxun's true lineage.

Mother Song opened her mouth to speak, but seeing that her husband and son had already made up their minds, and recalling how Wang Qinghua had behaved promiscuously and even given birth to another man's child, she found herself completely speechless.

On her way to the nursery, seeing someone frying puffed rice strips by the roadside and thinking that children probably loved such treats, she took out fifty cents from her pocket to buy a large bag of them before finally going to pick up her eldest grandson, Song Chenguang.

Two months later, the Pierre family, the most powerful clan in Ter City, was wiped out, leaving eight desiccated corpses with white heads amidst the ruins. By this time, Gao Wu had unblocked the meridians in his left leg.

"I've only ever heard of wolves biting people, but can foxes bite people too?" I looked at Chen Yuxuan with lingering fear.

Coupled with the obvious negligence on the part of her and her husband, her excessive partiality toward Song Chenguang perhaps stemmed from the overwhelmingly deep impression she felt when she first picked him up upon arriving in this world. Even though her approach toward Song Chenguang was occasionally somewhat inappropriate, truth be told, the majority of her attention remained focused on him.

"Later on, a friend happened to show up who recognized the reporter's true identity. That was how we found out the person wasn't a journalist at all, but a fake plant hired by a training center."

Xu Xiuxiu merely felt that Lu Xiangxiang's mental state was somewhat poor. Remembering how Lu had previously seemed helpless and wanted to ask for her help, only for those words to be cut short by the sudden appearance of Cai Zhenglian, she out of rare benevolence decided to ask a question. Yet she never expected that just as she handed over the stepping stone, Lu Xiangxiang would kick it right back at her.

A sharp glint flashed in Gao Wu's eyes as a silent, invisible mental spike drilled straight into the burly man's mind. The man let out a miserable scream instantly, his body curling up in agony as he completely lost control of his internal energy.

"Why are you asking me for help?" Because he hadn't given me a formal answer last time, and I was extremely curious about such matters—if he didn't explain it clearly to me, I wouldn't be able to sleep.

To put it bluntly, Si Zhong's guiding principle was to suppress the nobility. In the Ming Dynasty, suppressing the nobility meant suppressing military generals, and this point had never changed.

He directly rejected Principal Wang. After all, he was currently in charge of all internal affairs at the school, and normally Principal Wang tended to show considerable forbearance toward him.

Actually, what he did not know was that Yuan Man naturally carried an aura that could ward off a certain amount of bad luck. In addition, Zhou Yu had secretly arranged for a few well-concealed guards to keep watch over them, instructed not to easily reveal themselves unless lives were threatened.

Zhou Yu nodded, and Yuan Man pressed several purchased protective talismans onto him. However, when the talismans vanished after taking effect, a portion that normally would have remained visible on his body was clearly missing, which must have meant they had successfully fended off a disaster.

Prompted by Mother Jiang's hint, Jiang Zhaoge immediately composed herself with a reserved demeanor, offering only a poised and graceful smile.

This notion spread wildly in his mind like untamed weeds; wasn't a parallel universe simply the past and the future?

Seeing this, Pei Zonghao's lips curved slightly upward. With a flick of his hand, he recalled the White Phoenix Sword, and with a single slash, a wave of sword Qi laden with intense sword intent swept toward the golden wheel.

Having said that, the third senior brother lowered his gaze to look at the well-behaved Zheng Zeqiu beside him. Without further ado, after a brief consultation with the second senior sister, he departed with Zheng Zeqiu.

Yuan Man did not say much more, simply taking advantage of the opportunity to accompany her out to the restroom by taking a stroll around.

As time went on, Lin Bixiao also sensed that something was amiss. For instance, during Marketing Department meetings, Supervisor Qi, who used to speak her mind freely, now always looked at her with hesitation, wearing an expression of absolute inner conflict.

Never had she imagined that her fellow villagers would be so supportive of her. With tears welling in the corners of her eyes, she bid farewell to her hometown and traveled step by step all the way from her distant birthplace to the imperial capital.

"So you were genuinely disgusted by them?" Qi Yi asked her manager in return, looking at the woman's ruffled-feather reaction.

When she finally regained her composure, Murong Lin carefully tasted the tea, only to discover that the rock sugar and hawthorn tea Feng Xiaoyue spoke of seemed to contain very little rock sugar. Not only was it completely devoid of sweetness, but it also carried the bitterness of hawthorn and traditional Chinese medicine.

She truly had not wasted any energy caring about that scumbag Qin Qinglang, throwing herself entirely into her work; otherwise, she easily might have kept dwelling on Bi Qianmo.

The moment Elder Han's figure completely vanished from sight, Lan Yubing finally let out a sigh of relief, touching her clothes which were already soaked through with cold sweat. She wondered whether following Elder Han back then had been right or wrong.

Just as that oversized fist was about to land on Moke's head, it was suddenly intercepted and gripped tightly by a hand.

Lin Bixiao never expected Bi Qianmo to have such a cringe-worthy, adolescent side to him; all the anger lingering in her heart instantly vanished like smoke.

"A place like that is chaotic and crowded, what if something happens?" She could hear the worry underlying Song Qingchi's words, but detected no dissatisfaction regarding the dropped call.

Scarcely had she stood there for a moment when another Goral patrol marched past. The gazes they cast at the two women were quite strange, yet no one questioned them.

Her grandmother glanced at her, turned her head away with an air of haughty pride, yet a triumphant smile hung upon the corners of her lips.

Confirming that these vampire hunters would indeed tag along to deal with those vampires, Lin Qi immediately ordered his mechanical assistant to display the fugitives' escape route on the screen.

Later on, after Ding Yi and the others ramped up their steel production and acquired European wheellock short guns, they abruptly shifted gears, began researching wheellock pistols, and started equipping their cavalry with them.

Xue Yu glanced at Ye Bechen, knowing he was concealing something, and could only follow his lead.

Liu Tianxian was still dwelling on Jiang Wen's earlier question about whether she had been startled. Taking advantage of the dimness of the black screen, she threw a shadow-boxing punch toward Jiang Wen and let out a soft "Ha," which caught Fang Yu's attention and made him chuckle softly.