Chapter 83: The Wine Kiss

Ye Chu wept bitterly, and those unaware of the truth might have mistaken Feng Su for a heartless betrayer. The crowd of reporters rushed toward Feng Su and Li Jiuwei—this was a sensational piece of gossip. Yet a team of bodyguards blocked their path.

“Prince, are you and Miss Ye in a relationship?”
“Why did Mr. Ye say you let Miss Ye down? Is Miss Li your secret lover?”
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Feng Su’s eyes were sharp as he replied:

In the end, Luo Ran truly vanished from sight. He donned a mask and appeared in the space between Zhitong and Yang Yu. A sword pierced through Yang Yu’s heart.

Uncle Oatmeal said he’d heard that story from the elders here, who themselves seemed to have heard it from the previous generation.

Xuan Tianle bared his teeth and sniffed loudly, then snapped angrily, “Shameless! The Nangong Pearl has been passed down as a treasure in the Nangong Hall for generations. How could it possibly be yours by right?”

Qin Yurou said nothing, merely gazing deeply at He Jiasheng. Though she felt it was somewhat inappropriate, it was, after all, someone else’s freedom. People were simply talking, and even the police had no right to interfere.

Yu Pingshan joked, “Brother, that’s not what you want to talk about now, is it? Hasn’t he washed his face yet?” A few days ago, Yu Pingshan woke from his injuries with the aid of the Jade Dragon Ice Blossom. Upon learning all that Xuan Tianle had done, he was immediately filled with admiration. From then on, he set aside his prejudices and deepened their friendship.

Clad in a robe of black feathers, with ink-dark hair flowing untamed, and skin bronzed by the sun, only those blazing red lips seemed to drip with blood.

After Arthur heard all this, his brow tensed. Scales like those of a dragon emerged on Suha’s back, and his strength surged to the very peak of a mid-level Douqi warrior. Just over three months prior, Suha had barely reached that rank.

The priest calmly put away his umbrella, aware I was displeased, yet he showed no anger.

Layer upon layer of misunderstanding, and now this rough display of force—such a brazen attempt to tear lovers apart surpassed even my own acts of feigned suffering.

“You make it sound so mysterious. Who knows if you aren’t just trying to scare us off so you can take it for yourself?” one disciple questioned, snorting in disbelief.

The other party seemed almost intentionally suspicious, as if trying to provoke reverse psychology and divert suspicion from their true identity.

“Xiao Lang, I’ll bring you some water,” Ling’er kissed his forehead and turned to leave the room.

But the truth remained: he had used Yan Chengqian. Perhaps by blaming him, his own heart would feel lighter. Yet whatever had happened, there was no way to pursue it now. All she hoped was that he would not hurt them any longer.

He had never really taken a good look at Mo Wanxin before, simply because he’d scarcely had a chance to be alone with her.

He forced himself not to look at her—hadn’t he already made up his mind? He was determined to let her go. Yet when he saw her eyes, eyes so much like Shiyu’s, his resolve softened. Because of the resemblance, his heart melted, and he couldn’t help but draw her into his arms, gently soothing away all her grievances.

Since Li Yuan had said as much, even if Liu Mu returned empty-handed from the north, Li Shimin would not refuse him.

“Don’t say things like that!” Ye Xiaomei ducked her head, nestling into his arms, reluctant to leave.

At last, the boastful gathering drew to a close. Ye Xiaomei and Li Moran walked to the barbecue stall beneath the apartment she used to rent and ordered a few dishes.

The Zombie Taoist swallowed hard and said, “Lin Feng is dead.” Gu Wanhai and Xuan Kui exchanged glances and laughed. Gu Wanhai said, “I already know about this. That’s enough—you may go.” He waved off the Zombie Taoist.

The old master and his companions, of course, understood all this well. In their hearts, they only regretted not having read that report sooner.