Chapter Twenty-Four: How is Miss Wen?
Wen Changkong ignored them and spoke only to Deng Wenshan, “Repairing the aqueduct will require three hundred taels, purchasing rice seeds two hundred bushels, and fifty sets of farm tools…”
Work to her was merely an encounter, dispensable and fleeting. She felt fortunate to share a residence with Yuruo, the painter, and this pushed her to finally make up her mind to resign.
“What is this so-called Flower of Rebirth you speak of, so mysterious and profound? Is there truly an underworld in this world? Even the ancient emperors of old could not guarantee it. So where does this talk of rebirth come from?” A burly man spoke up, his demeanor rough and unconvinced by the rumors.
Yu Jin did not agree and told her firmly not to give up under any circumstances. He even supplemented her lessons with many extra sessions.
While she searched in the coffee shop, she caught sight of a familiar figure standing by the railing.
He exerted a slight force, the sound of bone breaking rang out, and the burly youth screamed miserably as Ning Yun snapped his entire arm.
Yin Xin began to calculate. The Faithful Treasure Coin could produce nine pieces in total; now Jiang Yaoming and Lady Shiji each had one.
Regarding the old man’s words, Bai Ge nodded uncertainly. Then, lowering his gaze to the white jade table, he swept his eyes over the items, occasionally picking something up to examine it closely.
After the steward and Kiko Fuji left the room and closed the door behind them, they squatted on the floor and broke down in grief, crying loudly.
The number of platform masters was fixed; with the promotion of a new master, the last one in sequence would be demoted to pavilion master.
Thinking thus, he pressed forward, flying with the Linzhi technique for three days straight.
Qian Xuduan’s words of reproach made Yu Tianzi look up in astonishment, as if she no longer believed him to be the person she had thought.
Feng Wuxie did not dodge, for she understood that no matter how powerful the illusion was, it remained merely an illusion. At this moment, Di Qianxie still could not defeat her.
When the steward spoke of the matter, his face wrinkled in distress. He found the situation before him quite troublesome.
Looking at the two children sound asleep, I felt a pang of pity. Discussing with Ding Qianqian, we decided whether to carry them upstairs, since sleeping here might leave them chilled and catching a cold.
But apart from the taste of salt, he tasted nothing else. He glanced strangely at his mother, intending to ask, but being taciturn, he swallowed the words that had nearly escaped his lips.
Though the veteran ministers doubted the cause of the emperor’s death, the man was gone, and the crown prince now controlled the court. They dared not speak carelessly and could only accept the imperial physician’s explanation.
Just as Sister Jade said, I am still young, with looks and figure, not unchosen. But once a child is born, all the ensuing responsibilities and pressures block the path ahead completely.
“Wanwan, when do you plan to visit the sick? Bring your mother along. She’s a relative—I’ll see her off!” Mother’s voice trembled, and I refrained from further persuasion. After a short conversation, we ended the call.
Whether the gift was intended for Yun Yanxu or for those princes, everyone knew in their hearts, but no one dared expose the truth.
A servant could not normally attain the Holy Emperor’s path unless chosen as an object of affection. The Divine Sect of Severing Affection would assist the chosen person to become a Holy Emperor, enter into affection, and then sever it. After severance, the servant’s cultivation would never advance again, forever remaining at the initial stage of Holy Emperor.
Only through the clash between justice and evil could Zhou Ping draw power from the factions. Then, by harnessing this energy, he could assimilate and expand the magic web on Earth’s side.