Chapter 42: I Will Keep Going

Facing the threat, the old woman did not yield in the slightest; she even gently pressed the girl’s hand, telling her not to be afraid.

“Blind fool, meddling where you shouldn’t.”

Chen Liu had completely lost his patience. His face twisted with rage, and with a rough shove, he tore the old woman away.

His movement was so violent that the old woman fell to the ground with a sharp crack—likely a broken bone.

He stared unblinkingly at Qiao Weiwei, his dim yellow eyes filled with blatant desire.

“My little beauty, how about—”

The waiter behind the bar, hearing it was his elder brother’s voice, immediately dropped his task, grabbed his weapon, and called for reinforcements, rushing in front of the second-in-command.

Mu Li had knelt for a whole day and night, and then another morning. Her knees ached as if they belonged to someone else. Walking felt like floating, as if she were treading on clouds, barely touching the ground. She took each step slowly but with unwavering determination.

“This, this servant is not sure, but I will go and check,” the emperor nodded, and the steward Li went out.

Gong Mengmeng realized then that her brother, sister-in-law, elder sister, and brother-in-law were truly attentive to her every move. They even knew the latest news about her and Yan Guoguo.

Sen Lanwan’s complexion gradually shifted from flushed red to pale white, as he sensed the strange aura emanating from his elder brother nearby.

***

Yang Yuwei was led out by her mother and found it strange but behaved obediently, not daring to ask any questions.

Tang Wan was confident and assured, “Tongtong, don’t worry. I will take care of this matter.”

“Isn’t it because the body is heavy…” Ling Jiuyou, clutching her overfull belly, spoke somewhat plaintively.

“Mom, isn’t Ayi already back? He will surely take good care of Jiajia!” Cheng Xu felt sympathy for his sister’s hardships over the past months but trusted that as long as Xu Yi was by her side, she would be well cared for.

Feng Wanlun was settling the bill with Lu Wei. Since Feng Qiwen had already negotiated the price beforehand, there was nothing left to dispute.

The buffer zone remained overcrowded. Even during the Heavenly Talents Tournament held in the Inner Domain, people from the Outer Domain did not cease entering.

Yun Fantian called Qin Yun to help turn Zhao Ping’s body over, positioning it at a ninety-degree angle to the bed to prevent the needle he had just administered from touching the mattress.

“Pfft…” Bai Liuyun laughed aloud upon seeing Ling Feng’s outfit. His daughter Xiyue really was something else.

Yun Fantian smiled unfazed because he knew that without a word from them, Tian Junshan would be the first to speak.

This frigid land was perpetually battered by fierce winds and snow, bitterly cold. The cat demon king must have been severely wounded by her master last time; how dare he come here again? Didn’t he fear death?

But in the end, seeing Zhang Jiayi lying motionless on the ground, I could only sigh deeply and walk over to help her up.

***

In reality, Uncle Shen said those words deliberately. Of course, he did not intend to reveal any of his cards directly; he merely wanted to say something to unsettle her, leaving her confused about his true meaning.

“San’er, you’re so funny.” Yu Youwei looked at Zhao Can affectionately and couldn’t help reaching out to stroke his face.

If it had been before, removing the epileptic curse would have exhausted me completely and taken three days.

Hearing this, I was stunned! Great-grandfather forcibly imposed it on him? What did that mean?

After closing the window, he brought me a glass of water, sat by the bedside watching me drink it, then climbed into bed and held me in his arms.

In contrast, these two men seemed quite ordinary, their sword blades sharp and extraordinary only in their spiritual energy, cutting with utmost precision.

Shen Xiu approached me but did not take the tissue in my hand; instead, he covered my eyes with his large hand.

Shangguan Xue’er, Chen Yiyang, Zi Ling, and Mo Hun suddenly felt hollow, as if something vitally important was being drained from within—their life force.

“Tomorrow is the Qingming Festival,” Liu Mengyao said vacantly, catching Liu Yaoxi and Xia Mengyou completely off guard.