Chapter 114: [The Grieving Chu Keqing]

Standing at the crossroad outside Chen Yan’s courtyard, the young Chu Yi stammered, face flushed, and after much effort spent over a long while, finally made his meaning clear.

The matter began on New Year’s Eve.

Just after midnight on New Year’s Eve, Chu Yi pasted a New Year painting on the back gate of the temple.

He was just a bit slow-witted, but he wasn’t

And these faculty members from the Judicial University harshly refuted their romantic, brilliant colleagues with cold legal jargon… they sternly told these impulsive peers how grave the crimes were—trespassing on campus, falsely accusing students, even assaulting the Judicial University’s Dean of Academic Affairs.

“This one can’t be opened yet. When he reaches our level, he’ll open it himself—no action needed from us,” Gao Xi explained patiently once again.

She found it hard to devise any plausible reason to convince Gong Shang that there existed someone in this world who looked exactly like her and was equally skilled.

Seeing this situation, Yue Hanxiang spoke again: “Uncle, didn’t you come to the hospital to see me a few days ago and change my medicine, right?”

Lan Qier had moved into the inner palace, secured her own place, and acquired her personal maids and eunuchs; now she began seeking opportunities to establish her status.

“Sit down,” Dong Li said, noticing she wore a lake-green gauze robe and a white jade hairpin in her bun—the very hairpin Qinyang had made with his own hands, now feeling like a lifetime away.

But facing this mockery, Gao Xi remained composed: “My current role is assistant to our chairman—I handle all matters for him. I am not the ‘dog’ you called me. I hope you’ll show me respect and watch your words.”

“They’ve big plans ahead—if you follow them, you won’t even know how you died,” Gu Muzhi kindly warned Er Yi, then returned indoors to rest. Lately, for some reason, she’d been constantly sleepy.

“Alright, Elder Shang, but don’t call me senior—just call me Jiang Hao. If you like, Jiang Younger’s fine too,” Jiang Hao scratched his head.

After Jiang Youxi left, Lin Tian sat in the classroom waiting a while, propping his cheek against his hand and gazing out the window—Wang Xu ran over from the court and saw exactly this scene.

“Release our young master, or face endless pursuit from the Liupan Demon Sect!” snarled several lean, formidable men. Most were rogue demon cultivators recruited by the Liupan Demon Sect—protected under its banner as guardians, having received its favors.

The next morning, Yang Yifeng inexplicably didn’t go out drinking—he had no time. Instead, he sat happily in the side parlor of the guest room, the vast hall containing only him and Meng Yannran.

Ye Xuan’s lips moved as if to speak, but a wave of weakness washed over him—even uttering a few words was unbearable. Yet a faint smile was visible on his face.

The absence hadn’t been long; everything was already tidied up upon their return, now just waiting for Chef Liu to start cooking.

“Director Shi, how exactly does your Fantasy Technology Company plan to cooperate with us?” Yu Liquan asked directly.

He thought he’d scored a great deal, unaware that when Ye Xuan left, he’d already shaken his head with a smile.

Leng Lingshuang knew that though she’d felt no pressure so far, it was only because she followed Xie Xing—if Xie Xing left and she were alone on this level, she might not walk a hundred li before becoming prey to a beast.