Chapter 57: Making a Wish

He told her a few stories about Duan Ruanruan and himself.

He said those old stories did not necessarily mean there had once been love between them.

“What do you mean? I don’t understand.” Xianyu only wanted justice for Zhuyue; she had no interest in what had once passed between him and Duan Ruanruan.

He tapped his fingertips lightly. The soft knocking sounded as though it were striking her heart.

“Xianyu...”

The inn had no other guests besides Cangsheng and the people at his table. Everyone there, whether Leng Yaowu or the five shadow guards, was tall and powerfully built, their khí so concentrated that anyone could tell at a glance they were trained fighters.

Dongfang Ye’s pale, feeble expression gradually took on a trace of gravity. He instinctively knitted his brows and pressed his lips together, remaining silent.

In that instant, Empress Gu’s first thought was: Would the Wei family really be willing to let Wei Changjuan become the Crown Prince’s secondary consort?

Shen Cangfeng sent someone to summon Shen Cangji to receive the physician here, while he himself led his servants toward the rear courtyard.

Ye Yu was no longer as flustered as she had been two days before. She put on a light touch of makeup and went to the appointment. But Feifei had just turned twenty, and the radiance in her eyes was indeed different. She was younger, livelier, and far more uninhibited.

Ye Ke, who had been making a call at the corner, saw the two people walk out of the hospital room. He hurriedly said a few words and hung up.

But when she raised her head and secretly glanced at Lin Qingfan, she discovered that he was looking straight at her as well. In an instant, her cheeks flushed bright red.

Below them, a gigantic black tortoise more than thirty feet long raised its head and glanced in confusion at its master, whose posture on the platform was exceedingly strange.

What surprised her most was that the fire rat’s nascent essence, which had been placed deep within her sea of consciousness inside the jade-hairpin flower and had always remained still except for a faint warmth, suddenly grew scorching hot. Even through the freezing jade box, it sent a searing pain through the divine soul hidden within her jade-hairpin flower.

Yet the most horrifying tale from the struggle among the women of the imperial harem during the Jingying era was that Consort Xu had split open the brain of Empress Feng’s son to extract his marrow, then slit his veins to take his blood, concocting them into a secret medicine known as Dream-Seen Powder.

“I...” Qin Rui’s elation vanished in an instant. If she knew that he had been ill all along, would she despise him like everyone else and no longer wish to come near him...? His thoughts fell into disarray, and he did not know how to answer.

Fortunately, she had ultimately avoided the trap laid by her family and become engaged to Qin Shao. He imagined that his elder cousin was cold on the outside but warm within, and would probably not betray her. His own faint hope would remain buried deep in his heart, gradually fading with the passing years and the ebbing of his life.

Dalimon actually already knew of the Truth Society’s scheme. That was somewhat beyond Zhang Yuan’s expectations.

Now, this formidable figure had accepted the Tianfeng Team’s challenge. The move was like throwing a nuclear bomb into an already boiling gaming scene.

“It is indeed a fine design, but it is still far removed from my style.” Feng Mingxu was not praising himself when he said this; he was voicing his concern. Yet because he always spoke that way, the others often misunderstood him. Fortunately, Ling Anxun understood what he meant.

A dazzling beam of white light fell upon him. Though he tried his best to appear spirited, the marks of time had nevertheless left their traces upon his face.

Qiao Anming’s back visibly stiffened, but he did not turn around. After pausing for several seconds, he pushed open the door and walked out. Yet that question—“Why did you come to the hotel?”—ran through his mind again and again on the way back. Why had he returned to the hotel? Why had he taken her out of the room?

It was no exaggeration to say that if Uchiha Obito had not personally called him, he would have wondered whether the whole world had gone mad.

I held my phone and pressed his number over and over, but I never actually made the call.

Because I was afraid.