Chapter 28: Midnight Conversation

On the other side, after being slighted at the second brother’s house, Madam Gu felt deeply wronged. Once their two children had fallen asleep, she nudged her husband.

“Do you know what I saw at the second brother’s place today?” she asked.

“What did you see?” Gu Tingchuan replied, barely opening his eyes, his tone perfunctory.

“Both their boys were dressed in brand-new clothes. Even the younger one’s diapers had been replaced with new ones—pure white, soft cotton. Mother said that the second brother’s wife even gave her two pieces of cloth to make herself new clothes. Tell me, where did she get so much fabric? And I’m sure she has plenty of good things locked away in her cupboard as well…”

Once she had finished speaking, Yu Luo cupped her hands in farewell, lost not a moment, mounted her horse, and rode out of the palace, heading straight for Night City.

Feng Ziying couldn’t help but laugh, knowing Mu Yan was trying to comfort her, and quickly picked up a preserved fruit to hand over.

Sitting in the corner, Yao Yao buried her face in her food, doing her best to avoid looking at the television. She even wished she could block out everything she heard.

With a sudden splutter, Duke Li Jinglong of Cao could no longer restrain himself and spat out the pickled vegetable he’d been chewing. No wonder—he was a hereditary duke, accustomed to a life of leisure in Yingtian, and had never tasted such coarse fare.

Liu Feixu opened her mouth as if to reply, but she couldn’t suppress the metallic taste rising in her throat and coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood.

Hearing this, Zhu Quan blushed furiously, acutely embarrassed, thinking to himself: In this bitter cold, where could there be insects? Isn’t she just making fun of us?

As he spoke, Fu Yingya took out a letter. Its packaging was simple, the envelope thin—giving away nothing of its contents.

She had thought this man was about to flare up again, but unexpectedly… so even the mighty Yu Aotian could care about his appearance? To think he would ask such a childish question.

This particular road had not become a battlefield; perhaps the Gamma star people had focused all their attention on the royal capital, the largest city on Blue Star, overlooking the strategic importance of the wormhole.

Catching the scent, the “Marionette” kicked its legs forward, pounced on the white man who was just scrambling to his feet, and thrust a pair of jet-black claws into his shoulders. Lifting the international friend high in the air, it let him struggle and scream until all movement ceased, then tossed his body aside, indifferent.

Back then, the reason Xu Fan liked these aristocrats as the bank’s patrons was because they possessed substantial assets—such large estates in the Han Empire. Even if the bank failed, there would still be collateral to claim.

While Lord Doro was so delighted he’d lost his bearings, the long-suffering Yous Spider quietly appeared behind the Magma Destroyer.

Sure enough, when his fist crashed down, the thunderous boom startled the two senior officers before him—men who had undergone considerable training and were entrusted with the heavy task of subverting the regime. Even so, they jumped in fright and looked at each other in confusion.

At this point, Baku let out a hearty laugh, followed by the sound of him hanging up the phone.

“Hello, Li Yiwei, how are you feeling?” The field reporter from Central Channel 5 was the first to approach Li Yiwei as she stepped off the stage.

Indeed, children from wealthy families are rarely simple. Fu Weili hardly seemed like a youth of seventeen or eighteen.

The soybean curd was quickly devoured, and next came the addition of feed and plankton. The fish’s diet was mainly supplemented with vitamins and proteins, while the omnivorous catfish simply had to adapt to the group’s tastes.

Pei Niansheng’s mind had long since grown muddled. Just one glance at the dark shadow was enough to make him tremble uncontrollably, his muscles quivering and seeming to melt, only to be reabsorbed by his body.

Pei Niansheng knew that Elder Shuo Feng was in good spirits today, freely sharing all manner of secrets, so he quickly grabbed his walking stick and eagerly went to consult him.

Nearby, Liu Haihao drove with practiced ease. Having seen him transition smoothly between three vehicles, Su Ziyan felt some confidence in their performance.

The Hall of Fengdu controlled the Hell of Blades and the Sea of Fire, two of the eighteen layers of the underworld. The Spirit Fan, capable of summoning mist, could lower the temperature of the fiery sea, and its wind was so powerful it could sweep away all things in the world.