Chapter Fifty-Three: Adoption

“Your Grace! Your Grace!!” The old Madam Wei and the other servants were all terrified.

Madam Wei was the closest, and reacted the fastest.

In a flash, she dashed to Lady Dugu’s side and reached out to support her.

Lady Dugu was already stunned, her head lowered blankly as she stared dazedly at the spreading stain on the floor.

“I—I—” Had she lost control of herself?

Though she had given birth before, the first time her mind had been fixed on escaping, and she hadn’t—

The Deep Abyss Guards acted at once, binding the young man in brocade robes. No matter how desperately he struggled or pleaded, it was all in vain.

Thus, the soldiers followed behind Lin Zhong in hot pursuit, galloping for ten miles straight.

Yuan Yunting, furious and exasperated, raised his hand to summon divine radiance, striking out fiercely while immediately retreating; he had no desire to face Xu Yang head-on.

Beneath the Ascent to Immortality Platform, those young candidates who met the selection criteria lined up of their own accord, while any who had hoped to slip through unnoticed gave up at the sight of the towering black stele on the stage.

The other lords were visibly fearful as well, and the former lord—who deeply understood the knowledge of the ancestors—had already reverted to his old habits.

Meanwhile, in the ancestral residence of the Su family, more than a dozen people stood side by side. Su Qian, who seldom appeared but wielded great influence over clan affairs, now sat in the honored seat.

With a cold and curt remark, she produced a long stick and tapped around the spot where she had just gathered bamboo fungus.

Perhaps realizing her words had been too harsh, Xiao Ye, clutching her fist, softened her expression and inquired mildly.

Having already achieved the goal of destroying the New Lords’ Alliance, he had no intention—or manpower—to take over additional territory.

Hearing this, Qin Yan glanced at the soldiers on either side, panting heavily, pursed his lips, and finally slowed his pace.

The two departed, and on the way to the prison, Zhao Hong asked about Zhou Huo’s progress. Learning that Zhou Huo had actually found a major buyer, Zhao Hong’s opinion of him rose even higher.

Da Cheng was delighted—not only because there was a movie to watch, but more importantly, he could go with the Fourth Young Lady and sit beside her.

This was Zhao Hong’s blessing to Li Hongjuan, but as for how Li Hongjuan’s life would turn out, Zhao Hong didn’t really care.

Yun Fan was sly and unpredictable, never one to follow convention. Yun Xiang was mischievous yet warm-hearted. The two weren’t neglectful of their younger sisters, but some matters were simply beyond their plans or ability to manage.

Everyone’s expressions were grim; the oppressive force behind that roar was far greater than anything they had previously encountered.

By the weak light from his phone, he could just make out that the kerosene lamp had only been knocked over, spilling some fuel, but the outer glass cover remained intact.

Abigail removed her apron and tossed it casually onto a nearby chair, her gaze settling on the leaders, Ah Li and Josh.

He knew as well that Liu Dahu was leading men against He Dashan, and casualties would be inevitable.

At this moment, they were surviving on the oxygen leaking from the tank Lu Mingfei had broken, but even though Lu Mingfei and Zero could control its escape, it was only a matter of time before it was depleted.

Mangzi, oblivious, greeted familiar faces, unaware of the secrets hidden in their eyes.

With these thoughts, Li Xiaoyi gripped his bow tightly, watching the elevator ascend. Just in case, he readied himself to shoot—if the events diverged from the original story and Zhang Heng failed to hit the Queen, then it would fall to him to act.

What astonished Tian Yu was that, after a brief pause, the headless specter continued to move toward them.

Liu Ruomeng’s beautiful eyes widened; she could sense the terrifying toxicity within that bottle of dark purple liquid.

Almost simultaneously, Li Xiaoyi, rolling to his feet, let out a shout and loosed an arrow from his bow.