Volume One, Chapter 49: So It Was Auntie Who Was the Sickly One After All

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In those days, the late king truly rode out alone for the sake of the Empress Dowager and the prince, willingly facing death by himself. He refused to tarnish the reputations of his wife and children due to his own faults.
Today’s plan fell through; the soybeans must first be soaked in clear water overnight and prepared tomorrow. Once finished, they would be just right to send to my aunt, coinciding perfectly with the time to secretly meet her, exchanging tokens from home to express mutual care.
The Jin Dynasty courtiers, following the rituals of the Great Jin, attended to Wanyan Shuangning and Yaxian, bathing and dressing them to serve as Jin attendants.
The dim lamp cast an orange-yellow glow, stretching his shadow long before it vanished entirely from my sight. Only then did I withdraw my gaze, stepped inside, and moved to close the door.
"Senior Brother, Sister Xin has just gone to bed," Wangchuan said, glancing into the room. The implication was clear—it was not the time to disturb her rest.
Firstly, he did not know Xu Zifeng. Secondly, upon arrival, Xu Zifeng bluntly asked him, “Do you want to win?”—a question anyone would find baffling.
Su Jingnian swayed slightly, slowly lowering his hands from covering his face. The smiling visage of the beauty so near appeared in his eyes.
Outside the emergency room, Cao Ruoxi’s clear eyes brimmed with guilt as she waited devoutly, like a worshiper. The knees of her pink tracksuit bore two distinct bloodstains, still spreading, though she was completely unaware.
In Dayin, the court banned sea trade and commerce with foreign tribes. Luòfei was well aware that some audacious merchants secretly traded with outsiders. In her previous life, she vaguely knew Qin Shou had dealings with foreign tribes, but she never imagined that with the current prosperity of this building, Qin Shou might already have established his own foothold.
Bai Muxue naturally knew Lin Feng was sincere; after all, she had been watching his eyes the whole time he spoke, and eyes do not lie. Yet she couldn’t understand why Lin Feng thought becoming a star would attract danger.
“That would make an eight-person squad; isn’t that too many?” S did not believe numbers determined everything—fewer people could better unleash their abilities.
Holding the glowing point, I stepped forward, successfully obtaining the leader’s information. Then, bending over, I used the light to examine the sleeping leader carefully.
“Greetings, Holy Emperor!” Upon the appearance of the Wuhai Holy Emperor, those around him visibly relaxed and knelt in reverence.
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It reminded me of times when my father and brothers were still alive, in early spring, when the whole family would go out for a spring outing.
Xi Fuwei had no objections; she was now waiting for Shen Qielan to formally report to Emperor Yongle—or more precisely, awaiting the outcome of the Wen family—using that time to finalize the marriage arrangement.
Moreover, for a little-known magazine like theirs, interviewing business elites was a thankless and arduous task.
Among them, the highest cultivation belonged to Lei Qingqian, head of the Penglai Sect, who had reached the late Qi induction stage, just one step shy of entering the rank of Great Soul cultivator.
They were the first to detect something amiss, but now the situation had clearly exceeded their expectations.
However, after harboring a decade of suppressed grievances, suddenly having them exposed, how could all that bitterness and sorrow be easily contained?
Ling Fei saw such a handsome man for the first time; Gu Nanfeng was even more handsome. She couldn’t help but glance at the photo a few more times.
A figure flew before Ye You, effortlessly blocking the handprint and immediately striking Lin Lin with a palm.
Business at Martha’s shop was thriving; guests came and went constantly downstairs. From this corner window on the second floor, the street looked bustling indeed.
Feng remained silent, offering neither explanation nor rebuttal, but her ugly expression was filled with intense killing intent.
Prince Yun’s ambitions, Zhen Jian knew better than anyone else. Sending someone to Bashu to negotiate marriage with the Shu King at this time was clearly preparation for rebellion.
Her “stepfather” was straightforward as ever. Putting aside other things, these account books were supposed to be family secrets of the Qiao clan; was it really wise to leave them so carelessly exposed?
Ling Fei entered her bedroom, closed the door, took off the black skirt suit, changed into casual clothes, washed her hands, then stepped out.
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Soon after, Zhang Hao, Zhu Kai, and Old Hou left the dormitory quietly and slipped into the bathroom, where it was safer to speak.
Ou Yanzhe’s noble status naturally made him the center of attention wherever he went, always treated with utmost care by the Qiao family steward.
At that moment, Gu Nanfeng entered, noticing her holding a phone with a troubled expression, asking what had happened.
“Ha ha, Uncle Tony Leung is no match for you! It’s a waste of talent not to be in films!” Luo Hong said something nonsensical that only he seemed to understand.
“Yes! If the prince commands, I would go through fire and water...” Xuan Yue immediately responded but then felt it sounded too heroic and stopped abruptly.
Di Jia also tried to place the “Milky Way Stone” into the Heavenly Soldier Manual but couldn’t. The manual stated that if the item’s nature exceeded that of the manual itself, it could not be stored inside. So Di Jia had to hold it in hand.
Experts were nothing new to Ye Hua; the mere eleventh-ranked, though not remarkable, was still expected. His name, gender, and profession as an advanced ranger specializing in tracking and reconnaissance were all normal.
“You... you still have a master?” Kahn clearly sensed Helder’s ambition and had just personally experienced Helder’s overwhelming power. He couldn’t believe such a formidable figure had another master and couldn’t help but ask.
Moreover, Yu Du had already demonstrated these catapults; indeed, their power was tremendous, making them sharp weapons for siege warfare.
In the vast cultivation world, there were trillions of original inhabitants, yet only a few hundred had reached the Tribulation stage—what a staggering ratio.
Ding Mei, without seeking others, headed straight for the Zhang family estate. She had long learned that the people of Yangyang Village knew Longpan Mountain Valley well; they were the true local tyrants. She knew if she could convince the Zhang family, Yangyang Village would have plenty of guides.
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