Chapter 97

Huang Niangmu, hearing that Shen Siyuan was asking her for help again, felt somewhat surprised.

But she still spoke politely: “Mr. Shen, please go ahead—if I can assist you, I won’t refuse.”

She didn’t commit fully, leaving some room for flexibility.

“This little girl is called Lin Yunduo. More than thirty years ago, she was murdered. Her father was Lin Jianming, probably a police officer; her mother, Song Qingwei, worked as a doctor at Binhai Central Hospital…”

Upon learning

After an unknown length of time, Huang Dazhuang took a deep breath, and the noise around him instantly returned.

The gardener, Old Wang, was digging a hole in the corner with a spade. “Chairman Lin has returned,” he greeted as Lin Qinchuan approached.

He secretly rejoiced while staring fixedly at Yin Xinghai with both eyes wide.

But now, Jin BaiRui had a persistent feeling that Ye Li must have seen through everything in Jin Feng Valley and feared none of its tactics.

After chatting with Wen Qiqi, Lin Si stood up, left her seat, and went to distribute drinks to the other classmates.

“Fortunately, our city lord uncovered all of this—he dispatched the head of the General Affairs Office, my brother Zhen Youqian and Zhen Zhigu, to eradicate those Beishan clan members overnight.”

A faint unease stirred in her heart—this was only the beginning, and she already felt so unwell; what would she do if her belly swelled further in a few months?

Because true fortune-tellers can perceive things hidden beneath a person’s facial surface—things only those who’ve reached a certain realm can see. As for me, a half-baked practitioner, I can only deduce from surface physiognomy, so I can’t achieve such precision.

Mu Chengye coldly scanned the formation; the moment he saw Xie Yuan’s bloody lips, his expression darkened. A surge of killing intent flashed in his eyes as he abruptly raised his palm. The Bamboo Leaf Butterfly, as if receiving an order, transformed into silver needles and shot toward Jiu Yu.

Yet despite the extreme heat, Ye Li was unafraid—after reaching the Dragon Transformation realm, his body’s resilience had risen immeasurably.

It felt familiar, as if he had stood there smiling for a thousand centuries, watching her walk step by step toward him.

“I’ll kneel outside, hoping the elder will see my sincerity and save Qingli.” Nanlan Qingyu thought that since she’d come this far, she wouldn’t leave without results—she must make Leng Yitian agree. She couldn’t let Qingli die. She swore this was the first time she’d begged Leng Yitian—and the last.

If she hadn’t misread it, someone truly had been sneaking around Qinghua Palace—but who could it be?

Gu Qingcheng’s lips curled slightly; she hadn’t expected the bold blue-clad girl from last night to be Yun Qiqi—and judging by her demeanor, Yun Qiqi wasn’t just fierce, she was also a jealous woman.

The Black Dragon was too massive; its entire head completely blocked her view above, making her slender figure appear even more isolated and vulnerable as it reflected in its crimson eyes.

Though separated by the phone, Tang Dingguo’s expression remained deeply respectful. The voice on the other end was not only possibly his future relative but also a legendary figure in the military, a titan.

She glanced up at the VIP platform where Tianfu Corporation’s people sat, a faint unease flickering through her mind.

Having cleared away the obstructive individuals, Yan paid them no further heed and instead strolled cheerfully toward Yueye.

Shen Dong had spent two years in the laundry room; now, beyond proficiency, what she lacked most was variety in dishes she could cook. Hearing Nan Ye was willing to teach her, she was overjoyed, happily agreeing and heading to the eastern room to continue practicing her knife skills.

Qin Bai said: “I don’t believe it either!” He knew even less about the Crown Prince, expressing his view in just a few words.

After listening, Xuan Qing said firmly: "Alright, it's decided—we'll follow the Three Evils into the mountains tomorrow morning."

[26] After listening, Xuan Qing spoke decisively: “Fine, it’s settled—we enter the mountains with the Three Evils tomorrow morning.”