Chapter 119: The Yu Siblings

Heng Shu, who claimed to be ill and in need of care, was ultimately seized by his robes and whisked away from Shennong Valley by Qing Zhi. Before leaving, the young woman did not forget to release the floral insects from her treasure pouch, casting a small communication spell upon them to notify her master and other seniors that she was setting out on a journey.

As for the group of bodyguards left behind, they received their dismissal letters the following morning, delivered by a mechanical carrier pigeon. The letter, drafted by the Wang family’s head steward, was filled with pretentious, flowery nonsense, but the core message was clear: the Young Master of the Wang family deemed them incompetent at protecting their charge, and thus, these fools would receive no pay.

No one is ever pleased to work for free, and the bodyguards, fired without severance, gathered in a group to demand an explanation. They arrived at the courtyard of Lord Heng Shu, only to find...

Although Zhang Wei heard Sha Man’s cries, he found that he could not pull himself up.

Su Jinbo’s eyes darkened. He remained silent for a moment, glancing at Chu Ziming as if deep in thought.

Song Lingyue swallowed hard. She did not understand the protocols of the previous dynasty, and she worried about what might happen if she made a mistake.

She left one lamp burning and turned onto her side to sleep. She had become very drowsy lately, falling asleep much earlier than before, and her insomnia had vanished completely.

Qing Li and Chunyu Quan were the Sages stationed at the academy by their respective sides. As the academy’s closest allies, they were entitled to participate in its affairs.

Mengmeng sat on Ning Wuhua’s lap, her movements rhythmic. She swayed her hips back and forth, gradually leaning over him. Just as she was about to disengage, she blew a fragrant breath toward him and quickly pulled away.

Song Jiangyue curled her lips into a faint smile. She was currently trapped in a cycle of anxiety and longing. Her mood only improved when Yan Yi arrived; for now, his company was enough to make her feel happy, and as for whether she would ever enter the doors of the Yan estate, she dared not hope.

Ai Wei rolled her eyes at Ling Xue’s provocation. Seeing the expressions of those around her, she opened her mouth, yet found herself unable to offer a defense.

After their conversation, Mu Aoqing returned to her bedroom, took a shower, and sprawled out on her bed. Chu Ziming sent her a funny GIF on WeChat, and Mu Aoqing replied with an eye-roll.

Once he had finished all this, Ning Wuhua arrived at the bar. The owner had just finished sweeping up the broken glass from the floor and, seeing Ning Wuhua, happily hurried over to greet him.

"My dear? What is this? What on earth is wrong?" Seeing Ouyang Qian’s strange behavior, Wei Xuegang’s anger vanished into thin air. As long as he stood before her, nothing else in the world mattered to him.

"Are you certain of what you saw? Was it truly the token of the Inspectorate?" Lin Qingyun frowned, his face darkening. His tone carried a trace of hesitation, clearly doubting the veracity of Li Fuxiu’s words.

Tan Qingbin’s political career was undoubtedly set to soar, provided he maintained his usual style of conduct. However, to say that the arrival of the threatening letter had absolutely no impact on him would be impossible.

At this moment, if you looked closely, you would see that the surrounding flames had transformed into the shapes of fire dragons, relentlessly battering Tang Yulong’s skin. Deep within Tang Yulong’s body, a golden dragon roared in defiance against the fire dragons outside.

Yang Chan did not let his focus waver, continuing to compress his energy. As time passed, it finally condensed into a single drop of gray-black liquid, and his furrowed brow smoothed out.

The bar instantly descended into chaos. Tang Yulong smiled indifferently and scanned the room. He saw the bar owner picking up the phone, clearly intending to call the police.

As Li Mancang and his three sons knelt, the eyes of everyone present turned toward Tan Zong. They whispered among themselves, having heard news of the Li family’s arrival in the city, and began to speculate about Tan Zong’s true identity.

The two walked along together, just as they had three years prior. Ye Wudao took the bag from Xiao Yinhan’s hand, and she did not refuse, letting him take the weight and burden from her.

The man watched as the old man walked slowly toward him, accompanied by a child with purple hair and purple eyes—a figure both eerie and bewitching.