Chapter Sixty: Caught in the Act

Infidelity during marriage does not violate the law, yet it is crucial as it involves the division of assets and the custody of children, among other issues. Therefore, many parties try everything possible to gather compelling evidence to gain the upper hand in litigation. The most decisive evidence is, without doubt, catching the act in flagrante delicto. When the unfaithful partner is caught in bed and the evidence is preserved, the other party is essentially free to dictate the terms.

This act of catching an affair is a civil dispute. In principle, even if the police are called, they generally do not respond. However, if a lawyer is present and the incident occurs in a non-private location, the police may help coordinate matters under particular circumstances.

Although Yan Ming was not a divorce attorney, he knew very well how to handle such situations. That’s why the whole thing struck Tang Yu as abrupt and out of place, like pulling out a pack of spicy chips from a Wallace combo meal.

If Murong Qi truly let go of all restraint, egged on by Princess Dowager Rongxian to strip bare and crawl onto Mo Xuancheng’s bed, it would be a spectacle. He had rarely spoken to Sang Ye alone; on the few occasions they met, he thought her a bit naive and simple-minded, but only now did he sense something amiss.

Emperor Jing had long known that Mo Xuancheng was not as harmless as he appeared. To feign illness for eight years right before his eyes and deceive everyone in the capital—how could he lack cunning?

Song Yufei reached out with both hands, gently squeezing without much resistance, and smoothly took the bullet in her palm. With a flick, she tossed it toward the knees of the two men.

“Who wants to work for him? How much better to be free. Aren’t you the same? If you were made to stay by your parents’ side, would you like it?” Ren Shou retorted.

Gritting his teeth, he poured all his strength into controlling the sphere of light, channeling magic into the spell’s matrix as his mind frantically probed the situation within, striving to regain control.

He could feel the power within his body rapidly draining away; in a matter of moments, it was utterly depleted.

“We’ll get it back in no time.” Lü Ping, the tall and muscular athlete Gu Lu mentioned, was clad in a purple and gold Lakers jersey bearing the number 24, athletic shorts, and sneakers, his arms and legs rippling with muscle.

Yet the outcome was strangely unscientific: both attempts were excellent, each with its own artistic flavor, making comparison difficult.

Back in the classroom, the selection of class officers began. Gu Lu had no desire for such a post; he was well aware of his own mediocre grades. So when Teacher Gao dropped several hints for students to volunteer, Gu Lu never took the bait.

Zhu Yuanzhang hurriedly issued his orders; though he already knew the outcome, he still wanted to see it with his own eyes.

“Are those monsters watching us enter the shelter…?” Sun Tiantian silently tightened her grip on the ice blade in her hand.

He awoke on a bed three meters wide and four meters long, beneath him a softness as if a hundred layers of cotton had been piled atop the mattress.

In the Palace of Zhongcui, as soon as Lan Yinruo returned, she flew into a rage, smashing ornaments everywhere, leaving the palace looking as if it had been ransacked.

Don’t exaggerate—keep it real, write it as he truly is: tall, wealthy, and handsome, pursued by seven or eight girls.

As he spoke, he approached the traveler step by step. The latter’s vigilance rose, his sword poised as if ready to strike at any moment, wary of the golden-haired youth’s every move.

“Senior, did you make this bronze man out of dough? It’s soft and has no strength at all.” Lü Yun replied cheerfully.

The murderous aura about Lang Yu, the ferocity in his eyes, finally subsided as he exhaled deeply.

Endless darkness shrouded the sky. Master Fengyang and Huikong, as always, patrolled around the Cui residence. After about the time it takes an incense stick to burn, all was still calm—none of the chaos Gongsun Xuan had feared.

Huang Chao jolted awake, drenched in cold sweat. Once again, that same dream. What was he to do? Since being saved by the old gentleman, this was the twenty-eighth time he’d had the same dream. Could it be, as the old man said, that it was not simply stress, but a distortion in the fabric of time and space?

Huikong, Master Fengyang, and the preternaturally calm Tuoba Wu were leading the remaining soldiers in a defensive circle, protecting thousands of fleeing refugees, staring helplessly as ambushers poured from the southern ravine.