Volume 1, Chapter 111: Another Version of the Story

Jiang Ning harbored a vague suspicion in her heart, but to be safe, she still asked Zhao Wenying, “What does this have to do with Meng Qingyue?”

At the mention of Meng Qingyue, Zhao Wenying ground her teeth with hatred. “She can’t have children of her own, so she’s trying to snatch mine. Disgraceful!”

Upon hearing what Nie Rong’s mother said, Nie Rong was genuinely shocked. He had never imagined that his mother would have such an open mind now. Their family began to hold brighter hopes for the future.

Lin Raorao had no other ideas; she quietly followed Yingzi and the two of them stealthily slipped outside.

“This is indeed Xuan paper, but not ordinary Xuan paper. This kind doesn’t circulate on the market!” Ye Zifeng boasted.

Since the Eighth Prince had returned safely, the officials and soldiers had withdrawn. Leng Yue came out of the mountains and did not encounter any government personnel along the way. She first went to Yingjin Lane to bathe, changed her clothes, and then returned to the Moon Mansion. By the time she arrived, dawn was already breaking.

Lin Yuhao ignored Fang Weizhen and instead stared intently at Chu Ning, as if afraid that if he spoke, she would vanish.

During this past month, the marriage between the Qi Duke’s household and the Cheng family was finally settled. Yu Xiao and Qiao had yet to complete their appointment. When they went to Qingyue Terrace together, they were stopped along with Leng Yanran, resulting in another fierce verbal battle outside the terrace.

“No, you know my tolerance for alcohol. That little bit of wine can’t possibly get me drunk,” Zhang Rui chuckled.

The plan in my heart was already set in stone. I treated this brief parting as the final meeting, but I remained calm and composed. Naturally, I could not let Wen Feiyu worry, nor could I allow such a remarkably perceptive person to notice anything unusual.

Li Qingqian interrupted Jiang Qingyuan with sincerity. Compared to those who spoke honeyed words but stabbed backs behind your back, having Xue Mingyu by her side was truly a blessing for her family.

Who would have thought that when the two black-clad men sent by the brother-in-law came to seize Chu Xiangsi, the seemingly stone-faced Jun Wuji unexpectedly intervened, standing before Chu Xiangsi and driving the two black-clad men away with a single strike.

Moreover, Hu Guomin firmly believed that this was not mere fantasy but a very practical notion, for standing beside him was an extraordinary man named Zhang Xiaoyu.

Hu lay sprawled on the bed, exhausted after a long day. His eyelids fluttered as sleep beckoned, indifferent to whether it rained or not.

As soon as Lu Tangtang entered the underground parking lot, she noticed people approaching the entrance from all directions.

Since that day when Banruo said Huhu had some matters to attend to, I have not seen Huhu again.

Once a grand mansion, the Ming Tang now felt shrouded in an eerie gloom. Zhihe circled inside but saw no living souls—only fleeting shadows darting past.

Ji Xinliang felt that today she was indeed dressed a bit scantily, but not nearly enough to seduce a man.

“What? Their leader is only equal in strength to you? Then isn’t it easy to wipe them out now?” Ironwood Yun asked curiously, not understanding why Director Cheng was so agitated.

With a sharp snap, the “Slaughter God” weapon was drawn out, held firmly in the left hand.

Liu Yunfei drew a basin of hot water and helped Lin Xinran wash and massage her body, moving her muscles gently, holding her hand and talking to her. He did all this willingly, believing it was his duty. He hoped such acts might summon a miracle.

Before Liu Yunfei could say to begin, they all rushed into the camp in a flurry, eager not to fall behind the others.