Chapter 41: Has A-Ying Taken a Fancy to the Fourth Young Master Song Too?

Wen Changying turned away instinctively, taking a long time to steady herself. Sixteen years of entanglement meant that Xie Genghe’s shadow had long since permeated every corner of her life. But it didn’t matter. Soon, she would get used to it. The Zhong family’s grandfather and grandson had already made all the necessary arrangements, and after a simple wash, Wen Changying went to sleep. Over the next three days, apart from sending Uncle Zhong to prepare gifts for the banquet, Wen Changying did not step out of her room again.

For some reason, Gu Fan suddenly thought of Huan Lingyue. Huan Lingyue’s silver mask added to a killer’s mystique, serving to unsettle an enemy’s mind; similarly, the Princess of Jiuli wearing a veil served to manifest the majesty of a demon god, inspiring a sense of mystery in those who beheld her.

"Very well," Su Jin nodded. Gongzi Mo helped Su Jin take the zither from her arms, tucked it under his arm, and pushed her back into the bamboo house to pack up. Gongzi Molie also rose, preparing to head back.

Lin Mohan’s complexion looked extremely weary, his dark circles heavy; it was clear he hadn’t rested well, and even his speech lacked spirit.

"What is it, Zhong Li-chen?" Su Jin looked at Zhong Li-chen, who was spitting out his food, with a face full of confusion, completely unaware that she had said something wrong.

"We have seen enough of your 'mercy of God'! The Miao people are not three-year-old children; we know what love is!!!!!" Yang Feifei’s powerful accusation left Xiong Peiyun and his subordinates looking grim.

"Sister. Sister." As Lan Jie called out, people emerged from both sides of the ward. They truly believed Shen Xinyi was Lan Jie’s sister. They were confused—your brother is calling you, why aren’t you moving? He’s sick, why aren’t you going in?

Gu Yi ignored them, got up, took his clothes, and put them on in a few swift motions before heading straight for the door. Shen Xinyi, terrified, scrambled to put her clothes on as well, fearing that someone might come in and make a mockery of them.

Tu Baobao sat at her desk, watching Angela, who was as arrogant as a peacock.

In mid-August, Zhang Jiaming, who had once been full of himself but was now trapped in his own tower, stared at the scene before him, speechless and bewildered.

"Those who despise the shadow must pay the price; no one is an exception," the shadow replied coldly.

Yet, after taking only a few steps, she turned back, grabbed the bag of Longjing tea, and stomped away in a huff.

Ye Shaoan looked at her as if she were a corpse. This kick was clearly not something that could be compared to the slap Gu Taotao had given her earlier... Consequently, Madam Su fainted on the spot; looking at her condition, she would either be dead or permanently crippled.

"Who is playing games with you? You are the one who is drunk." Meng Yaoge wiped the saliva from her face, her expression gloomy. Forget it, no point in arguing with a drunkard.

He hadn't expected that the reason Inukai Kumagorou had helped him was to have him steal intelligence from the spy headquarters, which left him utterly shocked.

King Xi felt like his head was about to explode. If he had known that Tang Fengqing was exactly the same inside and out as she had been back then, he never would have poked this hornet's nest, no matter how desperate he was.

Upon hearing that Tang Fengqing had the final say, Sister Gu breathed a sigh of relief and happily walked out with Lianxiang.

Old Liu the Sixth dared not lean over to reveal himself in the mirror; he was afraid of being spied upon by the Heavenly Dao.

Although the Five-Thunder Talisman was powerful, Peng Laosha was more skilled, neutralizing four of the lightning strikes with his palm energy with effortless ease.

Of course, she let Shao Shijun sleep with her not just for the sake of a deputy section chief position, but more importantly, to save her life.

"Are you confused as to why I agreed to take you as an apprentice, only to bring you to this hellish place?" Shaking off the memories of his master, Luo Chen turned and said to Huangfu Xuan.

On the other side, Xue Lang waved the snow-white fan in his hand, "Heaven Sealer," and a blizzard condensed out of thin air, blocking the shockwaves created by the spatial distortion.

This meant that Luo Xue had arrived! After all, the distance for a Nether Displacement could not be too great, or they would be unable to sense one another. This distance, for a Spirit Saint, was not far at all.