Chapter 157: Parting

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On the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, Cheng Jie and Qiuju took Maotou to visit Qiuju’s maternal home. They brought along a sack of white flour, two chickens, and the bicycle they had been riding for a long time. Such a bulky item as a bicycle was certainly not something they could take with them, nor did Li Qingyun have any need for it. Since she planned to follow the army after the New Year, she had no intention of buying one. Besides, she had a brand-new bicycle in her own personal space, though it wasn’t convenient to bring it out, so when Cheng Jie asked if she wanted it, she declined. The departure was kept quite discreet, as they dared not speak of it to everyone, so Cheng Jie simply decided to handle the bicycle. She had assumed Yan Qingsi wouldn’t dare to speak up, as it wasn’t exactly an honorable matter, but she hadn’t expected it to be exposed at a time like this. Upon hearing Ye Qinghan refer to her mother as his own mother-in-law, Ling Xiaolu’s face flushed red again, and she cast a coquettish, reproachful glance at him. Linghu Yuwei’s heart skipped a beat; she looked up sluggishly, staring at him in a daze, her watery eyes revealing nothing but sorrow. After urging Ling Fei to wait for her, she hurried to the restroom, grabbed her arm, and followed closely behind Ling Fei into Song Tianmo’s private room.

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If an assassin had entered the manor, he would never have stepped into that room. However, realizing that Lieshuo had been intercepted halfway by Chifeng, Sima Lianjin understood immediately—Chifeng must have tampered with something in the room. Yang Huaming looked at the two plump, diamond-shaped zongzi before him; water droplets still clung to the yellow-tinged green bamboo leaves. Within a single day, having suffered such rough treatment on an empty stomach twice, Xia Yuqing realized for the first time in her life how precious the white rice she had eaten for over twenty years had been, and how wasteful her past life of subsisting on instant noodles had been. The familiar stone corridor appeared once again before Ding Hao’s eyes. Following the passage inward for about several hundred meters, he arrived at that spacious stone chamber. The porridge had been prepared by Aunt Li at Song Tianmo’s request, seasoned with ginger, red dates, and longan. Chu Zhaoyang nodded. He was also surprised that he had said those words, and couldn’t help but blush, wondering when he had become capable of expressing his feelings so openly. They were lovers; even if they quarreled, he should not be so timid. He had to be strong. "Mrs. Sun." Yan Ziyou looked at Mrs. Sun in astonishment, doubting she had heard correctly. She was still on an IV drip and had just undergone a C-section, yet Mrs. Sun was actually telling her to get up. Who could imagine he had long grown weary of it? He had never stepped outside this imperial palace; he could not play with friends like ordinary children. Even the time for waking up and the amount of food he ate were standardized, and most terrifyingly, even his speech was regulated. Mu Jin had cured him without medicine, far more brilliant than those doctors who would prescribe multiple pages of remedies at the slightest provocation.

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"Then I’ll be off." Tang Yuan lifted his feet and dashed toward the door, but just two steps in, he was stunned by the sight outside. Forcibly controlling a person for a minute—it sounded like a simple set of words with no offensive capability, yet it was far more daunting than any attack. "This is..." Zi Meigui’s face instantly turned crimson. She could hardly imagine that a man she had only met a few times would want to give her gold jewelry. An Jinlan walked slowly out from the main gate. The water glass in An Shikang’s hand fell to the ground with a thud. Tears of excitement flashed in his eyes, but in the next second, they vanished, replaced by an indifferent expression. The soldiers swept away by the flood were found one after another, but Song Yanzhao was the only one they could not locate. "What do you mean? Perhaps I should grant Li Xin his wish!" Xiao Qianzhuang gave a bewitching smile, then teased. "Many thanks to Brother Hei today. This bottle of Marrow-Cleansing Pills is a gift for Brother Luo, as a token of gratitude for your intervention earlier." As Gu Yi spoke, she pressed the pills into the mysterious man's arms, allowing no room for refusal. Bai Luo remained silent; he never made promises he couldn't keep. Although Xun Qing’s fate was unusual, life and death were ultimately predestined. Even though they were practitioners, they could not defy the heavens to change one's fate; they, too, were shackled by the Heavenly Dao.