Chapter Ninety-Five: The Underground Palace

My heart aches for you.

Those words from Qian Mubai left Qin Xiaomo, a modern woman, a little at a loss. Coming from his lips, something so fiery and direct somehow became disarmingly seductive.

Fortunately, Qin Xiaomo still had her wits about her. “This is the Hall of the Three Paths. Stop acting so intimate. And hurry up and give me back Fortune and Dumpling.”

Qian Mubai casually pointed to the wardrobe. When Qin Xiaomo opened it, she found that, “When I came in, your little white dumpling kept throwing itself at me and shedding all over the place. I found it troublesome, so I tossed them into the wardrobe first. I was planning to take them with me when I left.”

Sure enough, the two were thrown in there and were snoring away in the wardrobe. The white dumpling’s drool had...

Laziness, like rust, wears down the body more than toil does. The best way to make dreams come true is to wake up.

Ouyang Sheng was going to find his dead ex-wife. Could it be that he could not think straight and wanted to kill himself? This would not do at all.

“Kaza-sa!” Suddenly, someone shouted, and then the speaker, wearing a look of utmost respect, actually bowed down and knelt on the ground.

“Then that depends on whether they have the ability,” he said with a cold snort, utterly unmoved.

A group of people arrived at the harbor hospital, only to find the sixth floor long since empty. The director reported that the previous night, the hospital had been attacked by assassins, and the specially guarded patient had died. Before dawn today, the troops had all withdrawn.

Besides, he would not lose anything anyway, so there was no need to refuse. Moreover, an “old hand” over thirty years of age ought to know and have heard quite a lot; just the right person for him to ask for guidance and discuss many questions with.

Looking down at the lovely face beneath him, Wu Xiaohen smiled gently. “You are not wrong. This matter has to be faced sooner or later, hasn’t it?”

Soft background music played in the cafe. Zhou Guangtao looked at Yan Luoxi, whom he had not seen in a long time, and his eyes narrowed slightly. She was still as beautiful as ever. Under Li An’s protection, she had become even more beautiful, more mature, and more richly alluring as a mother.

He knew that his harsh breakup with Yan Luoxi had been somewhat wrong, and that afterward, ignoring her altogether had been even worse. But at the time, he truly did not dare look back at her. He was afraid that, if his heart softened, he would reconcile with her once more, and all his efforts would be wasted. Then history would repeat itself. What was the point of that?

When everyone was asleep, we took turns keeping watch so the squad leaders would not steal our gear.

Yet, for reasons unknown, Nangong Yingmeng chose to remain silent in response. This only made the elder and Nangong Rushan even more suspicious.

For how many years had it been since anyone dared to spout such nonsense in his presence, and in such an insulting manner besides?

“Reporting to the squad leader, I was arguing with a veteran just now,” Hu Xinlei shouted to Squad Leader Zhao Zhijie, still lying on the ground.

The realm of Light of Hope seemed not to have an evening or dusk at all; it was as if night fell deep the moment the sun went down.

Seeing the black-robed man’s attack, Mu Tianchen neither dodged nor retreated. A cold smile curved at the corner of his mouth. Then he delivered a merciless punch straight on, lightning crackling over his fist as it flew out, carrying with it the rumble of thunder.

“So it turned out to be a case of success and failure both coming from the same source,” Suganwara Shiro sighed, his already deeply wrinkled face looking even more aged and worn.

Xingluo suddenly opened his eyes. Veins stood out on his forehead, cold sweat dripping down his cheeks, and in his eyes still lingered the aftermath of fear. It was obvious he had just had a nightmare.

Though this was his first time entering the castle, Liyan had long since heard legends about this place from others, and knew that nothing seen inside could be judged by ordinary standards. Thus he obediently followed behind the steward, not daring even to let his eyes wander.

This minority behavior made the An family’s temporary study room a good place for a few children, closely watched by the parents of the majority faction, to catch their breath and relax a little.

Early in the morning, the entire palace was busy. Though the Empress Dowager’s movements were inconvenient, the proper ceremonial display could not be lacking.

Even Liang Lie, usually honest, dull, and sparing of words, had asked for reinforcements. That alone showed how brutal the fighting had been.