Chapter 25: Don't Touch My Child!

Although Cheng Xueyang was a princess, Feng Mobing held her in utter contempt.

Both were single mothers raising children, but their circumstances were worlds apart. Feng Mobing had been brought into the Lin family through all the proper rites—the three letters and six etiquettes, the three matchmakers and six betrothal gifts, escorted in a sedan chair with eight bearers.

As for Princess Xuanyun—well, she had engaged in a shameful, illicit affair and bore a bastard child.

Cheng Xueyang saw the disdain in Feng Mobing’s eyes, but she never cared for the judgments of the world.

"Very well," Cheng Xueyang said. "Although this child, Lin Nian, is quite pleasing to me—"

"Eat up now that you've finished preparing," Zhang Shaofei said, puzzled. "We’ll be relocating soon. It’s truly strange—what does your relocation have to do with me, a teacher? And even more bizarrely, I’m the only teacher being relocated with you all."

However, for the sake of Qiao Wushuang, he had specifically arranged for her room to be as close to the cellar as possible.

"Have you heard of Daoist Master Qianbao, Fellow Daoist Zheng?" Han Qi asked with a faint smile, seeing his reaction.

Lin Wan frowned and immediately checked the elevator’s security footage, but the screen was pitch black; nothing could be seen.

Her thoughts drifted back to that night she planned to leave the palace, recalling how much her master had hesitated when choosing between her and Qingran.

This silence lasted less than two days before everyone connected to Fang Yuechuan began messaging Shi Yuan, telling her that Fang Yuechuan was searching for her like a madman and asking where she was.

She snuck a glance at her master. Sure enough, the sob story had worked; her master looked at her from time to time with eyes full of concern.

In truth, the lamb offal soup Zhao Jiao made had not always been like this; it was only later, because of Lin Wan, that she improved it into a dish that humans could also find palatable.

But then again, could such an heaven-defying method truly exist in this world? Having been a deity for a thousand years, Zhu Ruiying had never even heard of such a thing.

Yet, the people who could officially become members of the Empire’s Shadow struggled to keep pace with the organization’s rapid development.

"It is good news. It means Haruhi Suzumiya has already found in the new information the ability to..." The voice on the other side remained eternal. "...Why is it that Li Wei can always hear something a little different?"

As Zhao Li’an spoke, he moved to pull Qiao Neng inside. In the car, Zhao Yuanhang let out a disdainful huff, slammed the door, and strode past them both. Nie Wanluo, dazed, let out a sharp cry at the sudden sound of the door, and Qiao Neng and Zhao Li’an immediately stopped their tug-of-war.

This measure drew criticism from many leaders, who applied joint pressure and even made threats in secret, warning that if they were not satisfied, they would ensure the Dijun Technology Company would not survive.

Wu Fan frowned even deeper. He believed that while it wasn't impossible for a pie to fall from the sky, it was highly unlikely for it to happen to him without reason. Since favors given without cause usually imply a hidden agenda, the fact that someone was gifting him wealth worth nearly a hundred million suggested that the other party likely had their own motives.

After this incident, he naturally failed to obtain Qin Zheng’s contact information from Qin Zixiao. Beyond her frustration, Nie Wanluo’s curiosity and urgency regarding the truth behind the greeting card only intensified.

However, everything he envisioned was too idealistic. The Chinese Air Force took off, using its limited fleet of obsolete fighters to confront the Japanese Zero fighters. In the eyes of the Chinese people—and indeed, the world—these new Japanese aircraft began to appear with increasing frequency over the skies of Southwest China.

Zeng Guofan changed his clothes and sat down, while his soldiers had already set out tea. In front of Zeng Guobao, the cold tea was also replaced with a fresh bowl.

"Heh, you should have told me earlier. I’m not an unreasonable person. Now I’m relieved—it’s not that the man I like doesn't like me, but rather that he has more important matters to attend to." A smile appeared on Song Cheng’s face.

"My Lord?" Fang Ling and Luo Qian approached and, seeing Qian Wan collapsed by the door, hurried forward to help her up.

"If it truly is the Heaven-Spinning Big Dipper Demon-Suppressing Formation, combined with my Azure Landscape Scroll, I reckon that even if an expert at the ninth stage of the Martial Master realm—or even the early stage of the Martial Saint realm—were to arrive, I would have nothing to fear," Cheng Yang thought to himself.