Chapter 96: The Waning Spring

In Lu Qingfei’s world, there was never room for fanciful dreams; she understood that every action demanded its due price.

A year ago, she made him bleed as he lay battered and broken; a year later, she was willing to weave a dream for him.

Even if Lu Qingfei were ultimately destined to leave, she wished to gift Li Heng a spring unlike any other.

Yet, passionate fervor was never a part of springtime.

Her hopes were doomed to remain unfulfilled.

Thus, they shared the most beautiful, yet fading, days of spring.

But all of this was deliberately ignored, left unthought of. When someone pointed it out to her plainly, it felt like a dead end—a sudden surge of fear mingled with the sorrow of impending doom.

Bai Luoke responded with deliberate calm: “Your custom piece costs well over five million, darling. I’ll give her to you, no strings attached—just let her have enough to eat.”

At last, the troops advanced from the Southern Command, sailing down the Han and Yangtze Rivers, seizing the southern territories of the State of Chu.

“Brother Hu, thank you for saving my comrade’s life. If you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to ask me, Qu Tian. No drinking in the camp, so I’ll toast you with tea instead!” Qu Tian was a man of loyalty, bound by life and death with An Sheng—this gratitude was only right! He raised his cup to offer a toast.

“How lovely!” Mu Xin smiled, pleased that the child shared the Mu family surname.

Then he lifted Momo and carried her to the bedside. What followed needed no words; Momo shyly closed her eyes.

The entertainment industry had become nearly as treacherous as palace intrigue. To achieve fame and fortune, some people would stop at nothing. Beneath the facade of harmony, countless schemes and betrayals unfolded, and elevating some while trampling others was the norm.

Jing Ke shouted sharply, grasping a dagger and thrusting forward fiercely, attempting to repel Meng Tian. The assassination of King Qin had lost its element of surprise; once Ying Zheng reacted, Jing Ke had no further chance.

Mu Lang was a hooligan who cared little for who was present. Hearing Momo mock them enraged him, and he charged forward to strike her, only to be kicked away. Undeterred, he tried again, but each attempt was deftly countered by Momo. Seeing he stood no chance, Mu Lang slunk back inside, defeated.

Of course, in the countryside, aunts, uncles, grandparents would casually watch during meals, during quiet moments in the fields, or before sleep, without much concern.

The fat and skinny men nodded. The skinny one took the items from Cao Mingliang, and as if by some divine impulse, he singled out a blank photo from among them.

His adoptive parents had never been rebellious, and upon learning he was abandoned by his biological parents, he felt nothing but gratitude and appreciation toward them.

They all knew he was not a close attendant of General Lu, and in an instant, the smiles vanished, along with the customary offerings of cloth and salted meat.

Shi Xi did not expect that Li Nian and the others had not yet arrived. After setting down her luggage and tidying up briefly, she hesitated whether to go out in search of Mu Tiantian and the others.

Light fell upon his tall, handsome profile, and the earlier self-deprecation, insecurity, and discomfort seemed but an illusion. In a moment, he reverted to his usual arrogant and harsh demeanor.

Even the most tenacious foes were crushed by his courage; seeing him charge forth with blazing fire, they fled in terror.

To be honest, this is the first time I’ve ever heard someone praised with so many adjectives in a single sentence since coming here.

He was unaware that Chen Lingyan, unemployed for over two years, had found a new boyfriend who was fond of chasing women, and in her frustration, she spent hours chatting online, completely led astray by those netizens.

Xu Mei said she was getting up but still lingered in bed. Xue Cen, standing at the door, glanced outside—the lights had yet to be turned on.

Seeing everyone’s concern, Xina spoke: “Prince Doranhel, I once told you—I left the Great Peng Kingdom at thirteen, leaving behind my people and my father.” He nodded silently.