Chapter 576: The Development of the Story

Xia Xiaolu finished dinner and hurried to Zheng Min’s sister’s house.

“Zheng Min? She’s not home—probably taking Binbin out to play.” Zheng Min’s sister said.

“Oh, then I’ll go look elsewhere.” Xia Xiaolu said, somewhat disappointed.

“Find her and tell them to come back for dinner—it’s already this late, still wandering around outside.” Zheng Min’s sister said.

“Alright.”

Xia Xiaolu replied and hurried toward Yu Minmin’s house.

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“Qing’er sister, don’t get upset—this is a very smart rat, it’s very clean, it bathes every day! Right, Zhizhi?” The last sentence was addressed to Zhizhi in her arms.

Several boys dressed as high school students had been following Du Meishan; now that they saw her finally stumble to the ground after limping all day, they burst into laughter.

If he were merely an ordinary man of the Jianghu, she would have fallen for the Ghost Emperor—but he also held another, more important identity: imperial prince, which made her keep her distance.

His Yuer also bore the surname Cold, and her name contained the character for rain; he had once said the character “rain” was beautiful, because their first meeting occurred in the rain, so he took Yuer’s “rain” as the lucky character symbolizing their meeting and pledge of love.

When Li Dequan went to Zhiyun to ask her to care for the injured Yin Zhen, he brought these imperial gifts from Kangxi; since he had spoken with imperial authority and granted the gifts, even if the circumstances were then unfavorable and the timing inappropriate, by protocol Li Dequan still had to deliver them.

“Then I don’t need to say anything more—do what you want to do.” With that, Xiong Ruiyi rose and left.

The old turtle struggled to crawl, only reaching its burrow when the thunder tribulation ended; it sighed dejectedly at its own slowness.

Shi Le’s father committed a mistake three years ago—he not only deceived the innocent and kind girl Xuan’er out of her virginity, but also tried to abandon her without responsibility, executing a cruel plan.

Why did Shangguan Feng’s eyes fill with anger and pain when mentioning the scene where they were caught in bed together?

“That Madam Wang is truly despicable—how could she do such a thing? Jin Chuan served her for so many years! Now she’s driven to jump down the well—how vile!” Ziyan wept, clutching a pack of tissues on the bed.

The Pope strode forward, having already removed his tall hat and handed it to the guard beside him.

Feng Chufei spoke with an innocent expression, even wearing a clear smile—he truly looked kind, harmless, and utterly blameless.

As Pang Tong entered, Lü Bu and Ma Chao sensed something was off about him; they thought Pang the strategist had not yet recovered and needed comforting.

The person Heiqi waited for arrived late—as if Ze Tian and others knew him, their gazes remained fixed on him the moment he appeared.

Breakfast was eaten in each person’s courtyard; though Liu Xiuzhang urged repeatedly, Wang Yueyue stubbornly refused him in the end.

Watching An’an head toward the kitchen, Chen Chen stared at the sofa where several people waited to mooch food and drink, his face darkening.

“Then I’ll take you along—after all, you’re all my employees; the rest of you stay behind to watch the store.” Chen Chen shrugged, sounding resigned.

Yet every guest present was a high-level cultivator of status and broad experience—they knew well that a spiritual flower born with such an odd ability could not exist; the three-petaled crimson flower’s peculiar state was due to deliberate refinement by the Zi family’s high-level experts from their spiritual realm.

But the man called Li Yalian showed no remorse whatsoever, spreading his hands in an innocent gesture. “It’s not my fault—they were blind, trying to block me.”

Facing Xu, whom he had knocked off the building, Chen Chen ignored the sword still embedded in his body and the hand gripping it, leapt from the rooftop, and seized the opportunity to bite off his uninjured hand; only when both fists were filled with venomous blood did he slowly regain control.