Chapter 51: Doubt

"Da Xi, who is Yang Guifei?" Qin Xiao asked in confusion.

Beside the bed in the Palace of Flowing Waters, Qin Xiao was at a loss, his head spinning. The situation over at Hua Yuntian was still unclear, and now Consort Hua had fainted from fright.

"Oh dear, Your Majesty, how could you forget?" Hai Da Xi said anxiously.

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It was impossible to find the real information about these top-tier families online; anything that appeared in the news was always a smokescreen. The Chen family, along with those clan members willing to follow, left quietly, slowly fading away.

King Ni Lu’s move had opened a new chapter; the three of them were siblings by blood, sharing a strange connection. At the same time, the four silently kept an eye on the Duan family of Fragrant Harbor, a terrifying clan rarely seen on the mainland.

Neighbors hurried to help as well. Cheng Xu’s wife urgently wanted to bury Cheng Yingjie, lest he bring more misfortune to herself and her child.

Xu Linyue held his wine glass, laughing softly. He’d heard of people admiring gentle breezes and light rain, but never anyone who appreciated raging storms.

As for the buyout, it required ten thousand taels of silver, but they were given countless tiles, and the secret recipe would be preserved. If the tiles broke in the future, the kiln could be reopened.

Yuan Bin had at least ruled that many routine tasks must use forms; if one sheet of paper would do, don’t waste a second.

Yes, he was hungry again. Spotting a nearby burger joint, he found himself unable to walk any further.

After so many years of acquaintance, was it possible he didn’t know how bad the relationship was between Jian Jia and her half-brother?

At least if he had food, she wouldn’t go hungry. If things ever got truly dire, he’d give that pitiful child a proper burial, and hope her next life would be in an ordinary family, cherished by parents.

Thinking this, Lin Feng felt a touch of relief. When Bai Muxue took off his apron, Lin Feng suddenly turned and wrapped his arms around her soft waist, then bent down and planted a firm kiss on her cheek.

"No, I’m just curious—why did you suddenly come here? Weren’t you getting along just fine in Yunzhou?" Wen Xicai asked.

"I heard your imperial uncle is already on his way back to court. He’s been gone more than two months now—are you anxious?" Zi An said.

Yet above that endless primeval forest, a golden aura hung, terrifying in its brilliance, almost tangible, radiating sharp waves of power.

For reasons unknown, he should have been furious on hearing her refusal, but seeing her answer so honestly, nodding with such force, King Zhenling’s frosty gaze couldn’t help but soften into a hint of a smile.

Just like attaining a superior golden core, to sever illusions, secluded cultivation alone wasn’t enough. One needed strength, clarity of heart, unwavering resolve, and the elusive spark of opportunity.

"Form the array!" the leader, a fifth-tier expert, shouted sharply. Everyone instantly assembled into a formation.

Then there were the Ghost Guard, created especially for Li Yuanba, who was granted the title Ghost General; and the Flying Tiger Guard for Li Cunxiao, who likewise received the title Flying Tiger General.

Zi An entered, finding a burly man and Qin Zhou sitting on the floor, each with a large bowl of tea in front of them.

Watching the duo, somehow special effects appeared behind them as they circled each other, changing poses. Xu Meng didn’t understand, but was deeply impressed.

After some time, Lu Mingfei’s fingers twitched. His consciousness reassembled, and he staggered to his feet from the ground.

In the end, Nuonuo followed Lu Mingfei out. She watched as he wandered about like a street kid, buying a huge pile of things she couldn’t make sense of.