Chapter 213: Tang Tang

What are you sitting here for?

Xiao Yong walked over, speaking and gesturing, but Tang Tang only grinned helplessly, completely unaware of what he was saying.

Xiao Yong couldn't help but feel discouraged.

He spoke dejectedly: "The doctor said you're congenitally deaf, and it's hard to cure—if you can't be cured, you'll never learn to speak, Tang Tang…"

Xiao Yong was still a kind child, and the more he spoke, the sadder he became.

He felt Tang Tang was so deaf

Yet she was equally puzzled—how had her husband become so gentle, even somewhat weak?

Both of them deliberately ignored Qi Xiu's expression and continued shouting and berating, as if to say, "If I don't kill this ignorant fool today, I won't be human!"

Lady Xing pressed a handkerchief to her mouth, having begun to believe it; she staggered to the coffin, examined the bones closely, flipped through them, then screamed: "My Ci Er…" and fainted.

Everyone else stopped what they were doing and stared at the two, filled with deep emotion—except for the utterly clueless Fu Xiaoxiao.

"Baby, it doesn't hurt, baby, it doesn't hurt." Xiao An heard Su Xiyuan's murmuring, took off his shoes, quietly climbed onto the bed, pulled her into his arms, and gently patted her, soothing her in a soft voice.

Cuisine has depth, just as Chen Feng said—a chef must experience the bitterness, sweetness, sourness, and spiciness of life; only by traveling ten thousand miles can one truly understand the value of fine food.

"You've lost a lot of weight since your illness, look so thin and pale—I just got this…" The words cut off abruptly as a heavy hand landed on the Sixth Prince's shoulder. "I say, Sixth Brother, you're talking too much."

"He said it himself—he'll remember it. Let's not waste our energy worrying for him. Hold our ground; when someone panics and jumps the wall, someone else will come knocking." Shen Jiayao smiled bitterly—she had her own private motives, which she couldn't tell Yun Xin.

He even began to suspect that the old man behind Chu Feng had never left, but was hiding nearby.

"The imperial princes," he paused, "Prince Jing'an," Shen Jiayao tugged on Fang Ziye's sleeve and formally bowed first.

The people upstairs had long wanted to surrender, but it depended on Liu Yanzhou's will—who doesn't want to live? Besides, returning to the Great Song is surely better than following a puppet.

"Try rolling one for your mother!" Fan Chen stood firm, especially when she saw Wu Dazhuang's pitiful state—her anger flared. The young man who had just exploded sneered and walked over, clearly annoyed by Fan Chen's meddling.

Zhao Tianyu looked at the man before him and grew calm. "Tell me how I killed your brother," Zhao Tianyu wanted to hear the truth. "Fine, I'll tell you—I won't even mention what you did yourself, see if you can still deny it!" Zhao Tianyu gritted his teeth as he listened to the doctor's account.

Luo Ping unleashed three hundred and sixty-five beams of light, shooting them at Yu Xiao's body, instantly immobilizing him.

In a moment of carelessness, his arm was slashed by the opponent's blade—luckily, his soft armor protected him from injury.

My sword, guided by my hand, plunged straight upward—and what I saw left me speechless: I'd stabbed him right in the center of his anus. The Lord of the Underworld's Flame let out a piercing scream and collapsed.

Divine Eagle let out a sharp cry, and wherever he went, enemies were instantly slain. Tian Chen didn't fall behind; though he lacked a celestial weapon, his technique was excellent—one sword cut, then another right after.

By the time they reached the manor, hot meals and dishes were already prepared. Li Yu ordered the salt cargo stored in the public warehouse, then disbanded the militia, keeping only the headmen and patrol officers to entertain the mountain bandits.

The situation grew increasingly murky—sometimes things work this way: the more you try to uncover the truth, the more new events arise to distract your vision and cloud your judgment.