Chapter 55: Father Gu's Probing

Deep in the night, all was quiet.

Gu Fangyu felt a dull, dragging pain in her lower abdomen. Half-asleep, she was awakened by the ache.

Just as she was about to get up to visit the restroom, the moment she stirred, she sensed a figure standing by the head of her bed.

"Ah!" she gasped in alarm.

Suddenly, a pair of broad, calloused palms clamped over her mouth.

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The Prime Minister of the Turtles was of paramount importance to the East Sea—he was the brain and chief strategist of the realm. If any mishap befell him, even if the Ancestral Dragon were to emerge victorious in this campaign, the victory would not outweigh the loss, leaving a flaw that could never be mended.

Qin Xiu happened to have some free time today, so she felt she must take her out for a stroll no matter what.

Yang Zhi stepped forward, pulled a red envelope from his tunic, and handed it over. The man accepted it, and Yang Zhi cupped his fists with a smile as he looked around. Perhaps he did not realize that others no longer saw him as a mere charcoal-burner; after several years of living in comfort and luxury, his face was now as fair and flawless as jade.

Of course, Lin Tianyou didn't even deign to look at these nether beasts, dismissing them with a casual wave of his hand and instantly annihilating them.

Harboring an intense desire for revenge, she seized the opportunity to make Zong Yaoqi pay dearly, thus venting the deep resentment in her heart.

Han Lu slept all the way until four o'clock in the morning, while I had long since exited the highway, driving along the winding and rugged mountain roads.

Upon hearing the Left Protector's words, the Right Protector nodded repeatedly. In their previous haste, they had actually forgotten about the existence of Shangguan Feng, especially since he was the master's dearest friend in this mortal world.

On the Eastern Continent, practitioners of these three professions could be considered people above others, enjoying supremely noble status.

If the cavalry of the Hua Dynasty were allowed to escape, they would undoubtedly hasten to doff their armor upon returning. But what if, the moment they discarded their heavy armor, the opposing Hua Dynasty cavalry returned to harass them again?

When I returned from outside to Li An'an's room holding a cup of water, the moment I laid eyes on her lying upon the bed, the cup in my hand almost slipped from my fingers.

Wan Xianshan was probably tired to the point of exhaustion, looking half-dead with a pale face and dark circles under his eyes. Fortunately, he was naturally robust and required no one to support him even when feeling unwell. The moment he caught sight of her upon entering, the look on his face suggested he wanted to smile, yet couldn't quite manage it, ultimately settling into a fleeting expression that vanished almost as soon as it appeared.

Yet at that very moment, a massive hand descended from the heavens, smiting Houyi directly on the crown of his head. "No—" Chang'e wailed aloud, realizing it was her own father who had struck, and flung herself desperately over Dayi's body.

The Qiming Manor was declining precisely because of Feng Qingyi's stewardship, but the Bliss Island and the Picking Garments Tower that rose in its shadow were actually mere affiliates of the manor.

Wan Xianshan was unusually patient today. Though he couldn't quite understand the opera, he sat through it to the very end, watching Pei Long drag her makeshift senior martial brother back out for the curtain call. Not until Pei Long and the others had removed their makeup and costumes in the dressing rooms did he stretch his aging arms and legs, swaggering down to offer his condolences.

Aside from the overwhelming swarms of mosquitoes, the sun there was far more ferocious than in the city, and the crucial point was that there was not a single place offering complete shade.

On the very first night, Cheng Weiwei lingered stubbornly and refused to go home. Her family lived right on the outskirts of the county town, a motorbike ride away that took less than ten minutes and cost a mere five yuan.

"The prescription?" Yu Furong nodded. After Mo Ting's guards had thoroughly searched their luggage and returned it to them, the prescription was found right inside.

Taking advantage of the moment when they were vehemently denouncing their film crew and hurling insults at the subject matter of her work, Shen Munuan took the opportunity to review the background materials of this rookie director's production team.

At once, it released the trouser leg it had chewed full of holes, even using its paws to scratch and smooth it out in a clumsy attempt to tidy it up. Then it trotted obediently ahead to lead the way, abandoning its charade of playing the fool and acting cute.

She had only that single son, yet he had ended up in such a state. Looking at the Fang family, who remained completely unaffected, and gazing at this grand, bustling construction site, the more she thought about it, the more she regretted why she had let her temper get the better of her and broken off the engagement back then.