Volume One, Chapter Twenty-Four: Ye Sheng Bitterly Regrets and Clings to His Leg, Weeping

Uncle Mao said, “Young Master, I’ve looked into all the servants born in the Huo family. There’s truly no one who, as you said, has devoted themselves to scientific research. Nor has anyone had much contact with the Young Madam.”
He stole a glance at Huo Mingting’s expression and couldn’t help adding, “During those years in the Huo household, the Young Madam barely stepped outside. She behaved impeccably.”
Huo Mingting’s face remained tight as he said nothing.
Precisely because Ye Sheng had always been so proper, he couldn’t fathom how a woman who seemed to prefer living inside her shell could suddenly find the courage to demand a divorce, to abandon him so decisively.
She cast him aside without hesitation!
He couldn’t understand it, no matter how hard he tried.
After a moment’s contemplation, Huo Mingting spoke.
“So, the capital still…”
If the next family head possessed the ability to glimpse the future, the benefits to the clan would be obvious.
“Is that true?” Ao Tian, feeling no particular sense of beauty in his attire, asked indifferently. In Ao Tian’s mind, clothing simply needed to be comfortable; nothing else was important.
“I’m sorry, Ya’er, for causing you such suffering…” Mei Guo’s voice trembled, almost unable to speak.
Gradually, the sound faded, words disappearing into silence, replaced by a few crisp peals of laughter.
Everyone’s eyes immediately turned to Master Mozart, all with questioning expressions.
Liu Ye sneered in disdain and began to leave. Suddenly, a steel spear came from behind, about to strike him.

While Qianshui Qing was still struggling desperately for survival in Jinghong, Ji Ruozi, who presided over Cangtian City, had already sensed something suspicious behind Lie Kuangyan’s death.
Pei Qin smiled, fastening the sash at her waist to keep her clothes from trailing on the ground. Though ill-fitting, the loose drape lent her a certain charm.
“When did you ever see me help her?” Ming Hong shifted her gaze from his hands to his furious face.
They weren’t sure if their actions would help; if the Stopping Water people truly wanted to kill, they feared they wouldn’t arrive in time.
Still, true strength never depends on outside things. The power of the heart is the truest strength.
Sabao, wielding the Eight Desolation Battle Blade, struck from dozens of meters away, sending out countless arcs of blade light that locked firmly onto Yalu. Meanwhile, Yalu brandished the stone tablet in a whirlwind, repelling all of Sabao’s attacks.
Yuan Tan, Chunyu Qiong, and others, after receiving their mission, each chose a group of elites, disguised themselves, and quietly infiltrated Jiaozhou. All was done in utmost secrecy. Tao Sheng was plotting his own schemes along the way, unbeknownst to Yuan Tan and the rest.
Yu Tianqiong arched an eyebrow, noticing the plea in Yu Tianming’s eyes, and unexpectedly glanced at Hua Shangxue.
Only then did everyone understand why the two had arrived so late; they had purposely gone to Tianlan first, slaying several Blood-Eye tribe Lingxuan before hurrying over.
According to Jiang Yu, his activities yesterday were no different from usual: eating, changing clothes, and, upon feeling ill, taking medicine brewed by the resident physician with herbs brought by Yu Miming.
In an instant, Su Yan wielded the gold-inlaid spear, its tip vibrating at high speed. Ripples appeared out of nowhere, as if a stone had been dropped in the ocean, sending waves spreading out.
Basking in the gentle breeze, Simon slowly closed his eyes. He seemed to see scene after scene drift by, and the nightingale perched on the pine branch reflected a beautiful curve at the corner of his lips.
Eludadak’s face was flushed bright red, but he uttered not a sound. Yet his strength did not diminish in the slightest; instead, Hai Pei felt that it was still growing.
Ting grew restless, afraid that Bai Lingge or Hei Lingge passing by her room might overhear—if Soron himself heard, it would be much worse.

Chang’an, with three hundred thousand righteous troops besieging the city for days, stood strong. Its walls were tall and its moat wide, while the rebels’ equipment was far from ideal, rendering them unable to breach the city for now.
Zhou Qingzhu excelled in agility, avoiding direct confrontation. She first attacked her opponent’s vital points, forcing him to defend, then seized the initiative with the “Raising the Sails” move, striking again at his weak spots. Her opponent, compelled to respond, left himself wide open, and Zhou’s left hand suddenly struck with the sword scabbard, catching him off guard and landing a hit.
Tong Niuer saw an opportunity and pounced, but Yin Ruoxue’s lack of restraint meant his nose received a heavy blow, blood streaming instantly.
Despite living comfortably in the besieged palace, Spring Grass felt uneasy. Since she was safe, it was likely that something had happened to Lu Ziqi, and her anxiety grew.
Shapolang, seeing the flawless formation, nodded in satisfaction and sent several thousand men to patrol the valley, wielding the imperial implements personally refined by the ancestor wolf.
“Please come inside.” Su Nan had someone lead them in. After greeting representatives from other nations, they entered the hall at once. For this event, a company of engineers had been specially dispatched to erect several temporary houses.
Yu Guyun, tasting the superb tea for the first time, couldn’t help shaking his head in praise, believing that the dense, boundless fragrance and lingering sweetness defied all description.
As Yafu had said, there truly was such a gorge amidst the collapsed hills.
“Get up, let’s go,” Lu Ziqi, seeing Spring Grass’s expression, led her out of the courtyard gate.
Originally, my parents wanted to attend the ceremony, but to avoid upsetting them further, I firmly refused. Climbing hills half the day for this job, with the cold winds blowing, would only scare them.
Below a dozen neat stone steps was a spacious hall. Dozens of thick torches burned along the walls, illuminating the hall brightly. In the center stood a massive ceremonial platform, its surface bare. The nearly two-hundred-square-meter hall was eerily empty, devoid of any monsters.