Chapter 61: Are You Serious?

“Hehehe, it seems we really only got to know each other after that fight, sister!”
“If Jiang Chen hadn’t slapped you back then, the Ye family wouldn’t have ended up working with the Jiang family…”
Noon, inside the Su family manor.
In the main hall, Su Luoxue’s beautiful eyes settled on Ye Wan’er, her delicate face showing a playful expression…
Li Danruo looked at Hong Yun, torn between laughter and tears. No matter how she heard it, this sounded shameless—now that she had a son, she and her son, well, she couldn’t just ignore them. Sigh, yes, she really couldn’t refuse to help.
His throat felt dry, as if a metallic sweetness was rising up. He grabbed blindly to the side, his hands punctured and bloodied.
Jiang Yanming pressed his hands to his eyes, and after a moment continued, “The so-called net of heaven is vast and unyielding; there is justice in the universe. The wicked are finally caught. Though I was adopted into the Yao family, this bloodline cannot be severed. Now the truth is clear, and I must restore the Jiang family’s innocence!” Jiang Yanming gritted his teeth, holding back tears.
I didn’t linger any longer. Tonight’s events unfolded even more smoothly than I had anticipated. The only hitch was perhaps that the people from Qiankun Palace discovered I had met with Hua Yu.
Ling Yang was so frightened he scrambled into the corner, rolling and crawling. Through the narrow slit in the curtains, a faint light filtered in, allowing him to see clearly—it was Sweet Bao, dressed in a dinosaur pajamas, who had somehow slipped into his room. She was hugging a soft pillow, sleeping so soundly that drool spilled from her mouth.
Luo Tu’s face brightened, feeling a sudden warmth at his earlobe. An electric current surged along it, then shot through his body. A piercing alarm blared out, sharp and deafening.
“That’s right, things are a bit complicated, but he’s really human! And those photos—you secretly peeked at them! I didn’t show them to you, okay?!” Mo Jiahao quickly clarified.
The giant pythons were thrown into confusion by bombs falling from the sky. Before they could figure out what was happening, they felt dizzy and disoriented, their bodies blasted into bloody ruins.
The emperor did not agree with the Empress Dowager’s decision to wait any longer. He had already considered everyone’s feelings by not making Xiu Ning empress, but if he couldn’t even confer upon her the title of imperial consort in time, he would be unworthy of the throne.
Hao Aiguo looked as if he had suffered a terrible fright, head bowed and body trembling, as though he hadn’t heard a word, making no reply.
Gong Chengyi’s lips curled coldly, his gaze never once falling on Tang Wan, who groveled and begged at his feet.
Previously, it was mentioned that He Jianjun’s brother-in-law once visited the capital, acted high and mighty at a security company, and was severely put in his place by He Jianjun. This man was He Jianjun’s second brother-in-law—he lacked skills, had a terrible temper, and was especially conceited.
It was only natural to pay a visit to the residences of Cai Yong and Lu Zhi; their support for Guo Bin in court was a great favor to a junior. So, after staying at home for a while, Guo Bin gathered some specialties from Yangzhai County and set off for their mansions.
“Unless Prince Luo Jing personally promises to marry me, the wedding will be postponed!” Shen Ziyu’s pale pink lips, as if covered by a thin frost, let these words float out, her tone unwavering and resolute.
Looking back now, the turmoil in Crane Hall had flared up again, and the recent ‘hard work’ of the past few days would be wasted once more.
Before the words could finish, Qiao Chu, who had already gotten out of bed, suddenly collapsed onto the floor.
Suddenly, a figure darted through the area he was blocking, an intense aura sweeping in. Yi Yang immediately countered; as their bodies met, the intruder was sent flying backward, crashing hard against the corridor’s bulkhead.
Yi Chang’s hands, hanging at her sides, clasped together. The final note of her last sentence was, for once, not as crisp as before—soft and lingering, trailing off quietly.