Volume 1 Chapter 30 Plump as a Piglet

"Hey, you child..." Wang Dazhu, who had just walked in from the garden, was about to flare up at these words, but Liu Cuihua stopped him.

"Forget it, forget it, let him throw his tantrum. Just have someone heat up his meal later."

Liu Cuihua patted Jinbao's head with doting affection and sat down at the dining table without a second thought.

The first year, the second year—the search never ceased. The third year, the fourth year... still not a shred of progress, a situation that bred deep despair. Though no one dared to say it aloud, everyone knew the truth: even if Madam Feng wasn't dead, she was, in all likelihood, never coming back.

He had once fled abroad from H City, a place etched with her traces everywhere, yet he had inevitably found himself drawn back, guarding this place filled with memories, his heart hollow, waiting without a glimmer of hope.

Xiao Mei'er stood up from the low couch, and only then did Ye Zhong notice that she wore nothing but a robe stitched from silk, with absolutely nothing underneath.

Limited by the hierarchy of life, only those above the level of higher beings can delve into their inner selves and learn how to ignite the Light of the Soul. The vast majority of beings never have the opportunity to awaken this light in their entire lives.

Cui Menghan was dressed just as she had been three days ago, in a charcoal-gray Taoist robe, her face veiled with a thin gauze that left her delicate, refined features partially visible, making one unable to resist looking twice.

However, this morning, just as Ye Zhong was halfway through his breakfast, Qin Xian'er arrived uninvited.

At mealtime, Sheng Shi wanted to take Ji Liunian out to eat, but Huang Shanshan gripped Ji Liunian's hand tightly, refusing to let go.

Ling Hao could easily slaughter five masters of the Tribulation Transcendence stage single-handedly; what waves could mere international mercenaries possibly make before him?

Already in poor health, she happened to be out with a few energetic companions and quickly found herself physically exhausted.

Liu Miaoqing sighed as she looked at Su Juan. Sometimes, being constantly kept in mind wasn't a good thing; for instance, she felt that her future path to promotion was looking bleak.

Su Zixuan’s world spun instantly. She stared at Su Qinglan in disbelief—how did she know it was she who wanted to borrow money?

Sun Xin let out a long sigh of relief, feeling deeply fortunate. It was a good thing he hadn't cut corners or been perfunctory in his daily duties, and that he held a decent level of favor in the Young City Lord's eyes. Otherwise, if that fellow Chen Yan had just whispered a word, he would likely have been skinned alive.

In truth, Cheng Jinghe felt it wasn't a major issue. Cheng Jingyu was merely marrying into the Imperial City, and the Marquis's Mansion sat right beneath the palace walls; as long as the Empress issued a summons, they could have an audience at any time.

Su Qinglan rubbed her temples. She knew that by marrying Huo Yiran, she was stepping into an entirely different world.

Having experienced a seismic shift in her life, Sang Yue no longer craved deep familial affection; she was content with keeping appearances civil so as not to worry her parents. Barring any accidents, she had a long life ahead of her—why bother being petty and making things difficult for herself?

Xie Xun and the others held a welcoming banquet for him at the restaurant. Liu Miaoqing and Liu Xuan were both present, but Su Juan was the only one who didn't show up.

Seeing Zhang Zhiwei standing proudly in the arena, waiting for him to make the first move, Lei Shan did not hesitate and chose to strike first. After all, he knew of Zhang Zhiwei's strength; even with his cheat, the Pantheon, he had no right to be arrogant.

Magistrate Li frowned deeply. When Assistant Prefect Wu had sent the person over, he hadn't mentioned that Ru Niang had parents; now it appeared she even had a younger brother.

During the meal, Sheng Yan turned up his nose at the three dishes and one soup, insisting on having whole roasted lamb. This was the final straw for those who were already on the verge of a breakdown.

"It is truly unfortunate; I have begun my monthly cycle and fear I shall be unable to serve the Prince for several days," Shui Lianyue said, casting a look of regret toward Nangong Yu, though a chill lingered in the depths of her eyes.