Volume One, Chapter 22: Who Killed Her Mother

Yan Qiuning wore a pale green long dress, the fabric smooth and close-fitting, accentuating the curve of her belly without making her look bulky. She sat on the veranda by the entrance, savoring a plate of sour plums with obvious delight.

“Miss Yan, I saw someone from the Shang family just now. Are you alright?” Cheng Xinsu was stopped as she hurried closer. She stood three steps away, her expression unchanged, speaking as if truly concerned for Yan Qiuning.

Yan Qiuning leaned into a soft cushion, finding comfort for her waist, and cast Cheng Xinsu a glance, her smile laden with meaning. “Miss Cheng, you care so much for me that you know exactly who comes and goes in this courtyard.”

Cheng Xinsu handed the food box to Willow. Willow, without...

Qin Zhan returned home late at night. In the past, he never would have come back, but now that someone was at home, he needed to see her before he could sleep.

In the dim room, the woman on the bed had long fallen asleep. The air conditioning was running, and Qin Zhan raised the temperature by a few degrees. He sat on a small sofa nearby, fingers brushing the jade ring on his right thumb, his inscrutable expression hidden in the shadows of night.

His gaze lingered on Yan Qiuning, tangled and relentless like an inescapable net. After sitting for a while, he saw a message on his phone and left.

The next morning, after the sun rose, Yan Qiuning woke naturally.

During breakfast, she didn't see the person who usually accompanied her...

Meanwhile, on the stage, the man fiercely battling Lian'er was forced back with disbelief by a single palm strike, barely managing to stay on the platform, nearly tumbling off. The result of the final match was thus confirmed.

The five elders of the Li family halted abruptly in midair, their bodies suspended, exchanging bitter glances. The gap in strength was vast; to charge forward now would be no different than courting death.

Through the gap in the curtains, he saw no sign of police nearby and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

When the spinning ball paused steadily on the red number 25, everyone present was so shocked that their jaws could not close!

“Traditional Chinese medicine is vast and profound. Acupuncture is just one method among many, but there are countless techniques, and the one I use is quite special. It requires high skill, and must be complemented with medicinal wine,” said Lin Fei.

“Thank you, Doctor Lin,” Zhang Ming’an forced a smile, as if wanting to show gratitude.

All of this coincided with T Country’s public plea to end the war, catching the world completely off guard.

They helped him choose a sunny hill to stop at, ate a little, then Yu assisted Su Wu in setting up the tent along the slope and tidying the living area. Ju Wu went nearby to buy sheep.

Under the deliberate guidance of the Southern Hall Master, the three unknowingly drew closer and closer to the Obsidian Tower.

“Where is Lord Duan?” Xiao Jiuyue thought of him and clenched her teeth in hatred. If he were in front of her, she would have torn him to pieces.

Under the relentless assault, Lin Xuan’s body collapsed like a scarecrow drained of strength. His eyes were wide open, filled with unwillingness, rage, and fear, helpless like an abandoned child.

Lei Duo stretched his ten fingers toward Li Yangyang, and from his palms burst purple lightning that snaked toward her surroundings.

He sold the steel pipes to the locals, who then launched a flood plan in that region, stirring up a storm in the Middle East.

Su Miaoyi shot out from beneath the waterfall, spiritual power rippling and collapsing the pit she had just left.

Shen Cheng comforted Jiang Yingyue, helped her down from his arms, then looked up at the three magic hunters before him.

Second, every time one can only absorb the source blood of a single vampire; if more than one is absorbed simultaneously, one must contend with multiple foreign consciousnesses at once, greatly increasing the risk of failure.

All equipment was handed up to the high platform piece by piece by the service staff, inspected by the elders.

Xiao Qingque had also experienced the black obsidian’s attempt to submerge a city, but Shen Cheng hadn’t told her the details afterward, so she naturally didn’t know the whole story.

She took an invitation from her bag and handed it to him, saying softly, “I’m getting married. Now you can rest easy.” He looked at it—the wedding was set for May Day.

All of this was like a dream, yet she knew that she would never forget this delicate, cold-hearted youth—a mark etched deep into her heart for life.

Especially those bothersome waterweed spirits from the eastern sea; if entangled by them, the trouble would only multiply.

Geng Long watched as the man was successfully slain and breathed a sigh of relief. Only after the attack began did he realize his sense of danger had distance limitations. Fortunately, he had just decided to scout to the side—otherwise, that first attack could have ended him.

He waved them away. Liu Yushan, though disheartened, couldn’t help but admire Hu Youmin’s foresight. Like other departments, he only had managerial authority.

Wang Chen stretched and said, “Rest well. Tonight, I’ll really flip your card, hey hey…” Though he said this, Wang Chen wasn’t really in charge. Everything was arranged by the Empress, and Wang Chen had no objections.

“So, their avoidance doesn’t mean they fear us, but that they’re plotting something?” Ian asked hesitantly.

When he parted ways with Bimu, feeling emptier, he asked for some gold coins—though the two hundred coins left Geng Long feeling a bit pained.

When paying the bill, he found this place more expensive than the big hotel. Hu Youmin said nothing, settled up, and returned to the hotel.

“I’ve said all I needed to say, so I’ll leave now. Your new maid is coming back.” As if he already heard Xin’er’s footsteps, Yin Ru left as hurriedly as he’d arrived.

When he looked down, Bai Zhi was already asleep. Through the moonlight, her lashes closed gently, and she rested peacefully.

Even after nearly six months, her body remained thin. No matter how many supplements she took, she never gained the mature, alluring charm that comes with carrying a child.

“We’ll only talk about work, OK?” Fang Yi could see her hesitation, but even if he couldn’t have her, just seeing her every day was fulfillment enough for him.