(49) The Death of Lu Yunshu

“What animal did Di Yan turn into?” The moment Liu Yi’s tone softened, the other party’s attitude grew uncooperative. She had no choice but to continue her interrogation. “Speak!”

Old Meng had truly been worn down by the ordeal.

Ignoring the pain of suffocation, he spilled everything like beans from a jar.

“It was a viper, a desert viper. After Di turned into a beast, his skin tone was almost the same as the sand, allowing him to blend perfectly into his surroundings.”

Liu Yi’s expression remained calm, but inwardly she was utterly shocked.

Lu Haotian gently pulled the blanket over Su Yingmei, tucking her in. He then tidied up the disordered medicine boxes and only after that quietly walked out of the room. As he reached the doorway, he paused. What was that?

One night, Su Yuyang opened his eyes once more, gazing at the ceiling adorned with only a few hazy patches of light. He decided it was necessary to have a serious talk with Ling Miao.

Not long after, the second madam, Lady Miao, knelt at the entrance of the main courtyard. Matron Ning had Huang Momo deliver her message: “The second madam is frail and currently ill. She should return and nurse her health well. We’ll discuss matters once she’s recovered.” Lady Miao dared not defy the order, but Huang Momo summoned Madam Liu, who, after much persuasion and pulling, managed to escort Lady Miao back.

Ji Linxi pulled up the text message Su Yuyang had sent to Ling Miao and explained: “Su Yuyang only said, ‘Your drafts are still with me, come back.’ He never threatened what he’d do with your drafts if you didn’t return, so he was tempting you, not threatening you.”

Goat Dui’s fury erupted, and the pressure emanating from him made Ling Yang almost kneel in awe. His body refused to obey him; he wished he could prostrate himself before Goat Dui, knocking his head on the ground a few times just to express the terror and shame weighing on his heart.

Mo Xianan fell silent for a moment, clenching his lowered fist. “Fine, I accept your invitation! What do you want?”

“Heh, Second Young Master Mo, don’t be so hasty. A game is only fun when played slowly. But you’d best be prepared with your stakes!” the other answered with a laugh.

Sword light flared around Wang Yijian; in an instant, a surge of sword energy enveloped us, and then he soared away, flying on his sword, leaving the Lu family far behind.

This was Mr. Zheng from Hong Kong, your compatriot. His family is the world’s largest retailer of jewelry and diamonds, and the biggest diamond buyer in Antwerp.

The further I went, the stronger my feeling grew: this passage seemed more like a tomb, and judging by its scale, it should be a royal mausoleum. It made sense—the Fang family used to be tomb raiders, so it wasn’t impossible that they built their ancestral estate atop a royal tomb.

As a close kinsman, Ming Yue also had to enter the palace for the ancestral rites. Unexpectedly, just before he set out, he received news from the Internal Affairs Office.

Xiao Xi lifted her gaze slightly, looking up at the deep blue sky, a touch of cold amusement curving her lips.

“What’s wrong?” Wang Zheng had never seen Huo Ting express his anger so bluntly before; it broke his rule of never letting his emotions show.

Though he pretended to be drunk after speaking, and acted as if nothing had happened the next day, his veiled hints to Ming Yue were all too clear.

Ye Zihan had already reached out her hand, but seeing this scene startled her so much that her hand froze awkwardly in mid-air.

Zhao Lu furrowed his brow, replayed what had just been said in his mind, and then sighed. He summoned Zhao Song and Zhao Huai, instructing them to keep a close eye on every development in the southern border region, and to report any movement immediately.

At last, the day of the preliminary round arrived. From early morning, the grand Cloud Terrace was a surging sea of people.

No one was laughing anymore; instead, everyone wore a serious face, showing their most earnest side.

When she returned to Moonlit Manor, Ah Jiu went straight to Mama Luo’s courtyard. Ever since her return, things had been overwhelmingly busy, and she hadn’t had a chance to sit down and talk properly with Mama Luo.