Chapter Fifty-Four: Obsession

"You little brat, stop playing tricks with your grandfather!"

Lou Jin paid no heed whatsoever to Lou Yu's talk of 'adoption.' As a typical patriarch steeped in feudal tradition, Lou Jin saw his wife and children as possessions. He had given Dalang life, so he had the right to decide everything about Dalang—his life, his fate... Even if adoption were to happen, it would be for him, the father, to decide.

Besides, Lou Jin didn't believe Lou Yu truly wished for it.

At this time, although the blackboard had already been invented in the nineteenth century, it was clearly not in use for curtain lectures. Fortunately, all these students were from the university division of Beiman Private School; even without a blackboard, they could still follow the lessons.

Tong Xia'er stepped out after her bath and glanced at her phone. Wen Ming had sent her three photos a few minutes ago via WeChat.

"I’m not sure if what the other party said is true, so I brought it over for identification. They originally planned to come for it the next day.

But Jun Qingling was clearly on guard against him, so tonight she intended to have her two maids sleep in the same room with her.

Li Tian was taken aback, thinking the person seemed far too thin. Yet... something felt odd.

Wen Ting, his face darker than ever, felt the urge to strike them, one after another. Yet with Wen Yan’s words still lingering, he refrained from doing anything openly.

Flower Roll had no intention of showing him a pleasant face, since this black-robed youth had just set his sights on her.

Feeling Flower Roll’s furry head rubbing against his chest, Chu Xuanchuan felt a wave of restlessness stir within him.

"Xia'er, could you come over right now and help Aunt Liu wrap some dumplings?" Aunt Liu’s tone carried both helplessness and urgency.

Ji Yanran jumped in fright, stepping back several paces. She had not expected Bai Gui, that lecher, to be so ruthless and merciless, showing not a hint of compassion for her beauty.

When Natalia began chanting her spell, Renault instantly sensed something was wrong. The magic she cast was of an A-level healing caliber—such magic could restore even a severed limb. How could a mere fever require magic of that magnitude?

In a rush, Lu Yu did not bother with the parachute cords but instead did everything possible to increase the surface area of his body against the ground, hoping to create more friction and slow his descent.

"Yes, you must go. Look back if you wish—do you have any way out? If you don’t go, both of us will die," Huan Fangya said to Yun He.

Zhang Ming’s main concern was the aristocratic families and the military; as long as those two remained stable, everything else could be managed.

"So it’s Prince Ning—what brings Your Highness to visit?" Gou Sheng quickly spoke, then hurriedly led everyone to pay their respects.

"Ooh—fine! Let’s go back!" Croatia finally relented. Before leaving, she cast one last lingering glance at the forest ahead, for she always felt there must be some extraordinary treasure hidden there.

"You—how dare you mock your master? Get out! Get out!" The Lord of the Underworld hurled his memorial at Leng Yan, roaring in anger.

As for the Inspectorate, one of the three major offices, it too underwent dramatic changes. Instead of being downsized or abolished, it was expanded and improved, with its responsibilities shifting. It gradually became true to its name, focusing on public security affairs.

Fan Chou did try to resist, blocking several arrows, but was ultimately killed at close range by Zhang Ming.

Renault, unconcerned, produced five ticket-like slips from his pocket and waved them: "It’s fine—spend freely! Money is meant to be used. In two days, we’ll have much more, more than you can imagine. Let’s witness together just how much it’ll be, ha ha..."

Yang Xian hurriedly struggled out of the Golden Crow’s embrace. Seeing Wan Cang restored to human form, now as frail as an old man, visibly thinner these past days, with sunken eyes, Yang Xian’s heart gave a slight tremble.