Chapter Forty-Two: A Public Confession

Every so often, Ming Shuang’s young uncle would glance at him and instantly notice the haunted expression on Dog’s face. Ming Shuang followed his gaze toward a certain tree, but saw nothing out of the ordinary.

The fluffy white creature, which seemed to be a Samoyed, stepped forward boldly once Ming Shuang spotted it. It shook its ears, circled Ming Shuang, and then gently swished its tail twice.

Seeing this fox spirit act so brazenly, Ming Shuang was utterly stunned, his jaw nearly dropping. He looked at the others around him, only to find everyone discussing the glacial river’s mystery, scanning the surroundings, as if none of them could see the white fox.

“What are you looking at? You’ve seemed distracted ever since earlier,” his young uncle, who couldn’t see the fox, asked in confusion.

Ming Shuang forced a nervous laugh and replied.

If Prometheus’s arrangement truly came at the Disaster Division’s behest, then everything made perfect sense. Sacrificing the Zoroastrian faction would serve as an explanation to the Disaster Division. For those intent on the Mirror Moon World and the false god’s body, it was a decision made without hesitation.

Qin Chuan knew full well that when Long Aotian entered, he was but a prodigy of thirty-seven principles.

Wei Xiyue took a deep breath. “Your Highnesses, Qinghe is still waiting for me at home, so Xiyue will take her leave now.” With that, she practically fled.

“Just give it to him to finish,” said the Scorpion, who couldn’t quite understand Mu Ran’s logic. Seeing Mu Ran frown at the orange’s taste, Scorpion abandoned his own thought of trying one.

They could even uncover the unknown research of the hn organization from sixteen years ago, and directly eliminate the hidden dangers left behind by the parasite experiment.

Han Donglang pondered: perhaps the person who wanted to kill her out of jealousy was Ren Youlan, and the one who kidnapped him was also Ren Youlan. For whom was she risking her life, committing murder? If Han Chenxing were to have an accident at his house, how would he explain it to her two brothers if they came knocking?

Han Donglang’s face darkened. “She’s gone. Close the door, Han Chenxing. Take care, goodbye!” He stormed out in a fury.

Wei Feiyue felt her forehead twitch, anger flaring up. She decided not to care about her imaginary foot injury anymore and started arguing with Princess Wenke.

Every day, Emperor Jingyu worked out in the gym, even increasing his regimen. Yet sometimes he worried—afraid his body might break down.

She no longer wanted to speculate, or endure this torment. Whether life or death, she would confront the truth and make a decision.

Mu Ling’s throat was parched. She got up, groping for a cup of water. Beiming Yuan had not yet returned, but Mu Ling knew she would not be able to sleep, tossing and turning on the bed.

Yi Hong’s nature was straightforward—if something was true, he admitted it; if not, he denied it. He never beat around the bush.

Standing at her doorstep, Song Xinghe couldn’t help but glance at the neighboring house. The sky had grown dim and inside was pitch-black.

The incident happened suddenly. Once he knew Jiu’er was safe, Leng Yan shoved Feng Nishang aside and dodged the blow himself.

Looking into Jia Muran’s unwavering eyes, Wei Hong sighed. He didn’t protest further, but something suddenly came to mind, and he looked at Jia Muran with a meaningful gaze.

Many senior students at Imperial Academy were of this age. Everyone thought the school had gained a handsome new senior.

“Is Sister Rong the person you care about most?” Chi Yaoyue, for some reason, wanted to ask.

Anyone unaware would think this brother was deeply concerned for his sibling, but only Cheng Yinan knew the truth: he was annoyed that Cheng Fan was absent, because the teachers would start seeking him out instead.

“Could it be you’ve offended someone here and don’t even know it?” Li Ao speculated.

He gave Ya’an a chance to surrender, and after Ya’an surrendered, defeat was inevitable. If anyone else came out to save their own life, it would be justified. Qin Yu didn’t believe that after Ya’an entered the competition, the Black Cliff Merchant Guild wouldn’t have experts watching from the sidelines.

I’m different from Dog. Although I’m doing well now, I’m still a student, and since Liang Bin was the one who first sought my demise, nothing major will happen to me. But Dog is another matter entirely.