Chapter 35: An Open Plot to Kill the Father!

The sudden, excruciating pain forced Linghu Jian to his knees with a miserable cry. Clutching his broken arm, he rolled back and forth on the ground. The spectators were all utterly stunned by this scene, especially Dr. Nie Xian. He knew Ye Cheng was skilled and bold, but never had he imagined the man would be so audacious! Who exactly was Linghu Jian?

As the crowd discussed the matter, Qiu Lanyi gritted her teeth in exasperation. Perhaps some wealthy wives found life too dull, and so seized any opportunity to assert their own sense of superiority. Gu Jiangling, at the time, had not shone brighter than Chu Tianhuang, yet Chu Tianhuang still chose him. So, if they themselves were inferior to Chu Tianhuang, did it mean they also stood a chance of being chosen?

Xi Weiwei shook her head. “It’s nothing,” she said quietly. “Father simply told me the truth about my origins.”

“If that’s all, Master, why won’t you agree?” the nameless old man asked. “Master, if not for my sake, then at least for the sake of others.”

While sitting on the sofa watching television, I’d anticipated that when she emerged, she might surprise me, or perhaps present me with a tableful of delicious dishes. Yet when the rolling shutter finally opened, I realized all those thoughts had merely been my own wishful imaginings.

Every so often, the hotel manager would call, expressing how honored they were that Su Leng could attend.

Qiu Chen nodded uncertainly, his large eyes fixed uneasily on Qiu Lanyi. She turned at once, her face blossoming into a sweet smile as she handed him his school uniform.

There was no time to rest. Huo Fa returned to the hearth, tugging at the iron plate at the bottom, fearful that the nightmare Ankyl might crawl out from within. But when he pulled, he discovered it was welded shut and couldn’t be opened at all.

“To sneak into the most heavily guarded magical stronghold in all of Britain without anyone noticing—I believe only you could accomplish such a feat,” Delphina said with a smile.

“Forgive us, brother!” The five men, without waiting for Empress Xigong’s command, attacked Li Yi first.

Of course, Hua Zhiwei wished to wield power as a princess equal to a prince; supporting the prince was merely a temporary measure.

That was why, even now, many in the Cloud Realm still clung to those traditional ideas deep down.

After a simple wash, she changed into sportswear and went out for a morning run—a ritual she never broke. As she descended the stairs, only the servants were at work, moving quietly so as not to disturb the household.

Nangong Yunqing, watching her parents’ retreating figures, was so angry she flung her bag to the floor.

When Wei Bo and Wei Cheng heard the news, they merely waved their hands, signaling their subordinates to drag Liao Huang’s corpse back to camp. The eldest, Wei Bo, looked up at Chu Chen with a cheerful smile.

“This time, the price hasn’t increased at all. The cost-performance ratio is incredible, and the ultimate weapon—AI—has yet to be unleashed.”

In this era, many men wore beards, but few of Batu’s age let theirs grow so long, especially those from the Western Regions.

Hua Zhiwei halted her motion of lifting her skirt and peered through the high vent of the latrine. She saw two men dressed plainly as commoners, but both faces were strikingly familiar.

Zhang Tianhe had no choice but to follow, calling the rest of the company to join him at the reception desk.

The stall owner led the two men through a door, down a passageway, and into a broad, open space. Pushing open the door to the left, they found an expanse of ponds, by which sat a gathering of handsome men.

He needed to find out who was fighting; lately, unrest had become commonplace, with conflicts erupting everywhere.

The noisy clamor of the king’s great hall faded into a hush as the iron doors closed. Two soldiers, clad in leather armor, laid a corpse with a slit throat on the floor before being dismissed by Ed as well.