Chapter 58: Investigation

Ouyang Zhuo had his own reasons for staying silent, and Shu Yiming understood that. But when Shu Yiming set his mind on something, no one could stop him. Since Ouyang Zhuo wouldn’t speak, he simply called Shu Jinghan.

The instant Shu Jinghan heard his question, her body tensed, and her voice trembled slightly. She coughed violently twice, then said uneasily, "Hello, hello..."

To keep outsiders from discovering there was a concealed connection between the two families unrelated to blood, Li Jin Hong had carelessly made up a story, claiming he wanted his son Li Qishen to marry Fujiwara Yukino from the Fujiwara family.

Qiao Nianxi’s lips twitched. She lifted her eyes to glance at Ji Yue, her face full of distress. Bullied by a maid and even beaten—what kind of world was this?

Wen Xiaolei smiled as she snatched a chicken drumstick from Zeng Ping’s hand and placed it into Xin Qing’s bowl.

This was how things were in the country: most of the time, the government had the final say. Even large pharmaceutical companies had state involvement. So even though salaries were low now, many people were still willing to become civil servants.

Cheng Xunxun felt weak all over, especially in her legs. After Zhou Yanqing finished his call and freshened up, he returned to find Cheng Xunxun sitting on the bed, head bowed, completely motionless.

He saw I showed no fear, so he grabbed my hand and dragged me into the room. I stumbled several steps behind him, my hands aching from his grip.

“If you’ve forgotten me, then let me remind you in my own way, hmm…” The man was unmoved, leaning in closer.

“I will take care of her.” After a moment of silence, a voice cut in, calm and emotionless.

The outer court was served by male attendants; it was the male servants who had served tea to Yilu and Gulilan just now. Now that the princess was receiving guests, it was Jinju and Yinju who took over such tasks as serving tea and water.

Nian Yongming spoke with the same gentle and kind expression as ever—but unless you looked carefully, you’d never notice the lifeless grayness lurking in his eyes.

Wang Youcheng’s unfathomable methods and the fearsome power he wielded crushed any thought of resistance in those around him.

In less time than it took to drink a cup of tea, Feng Lingyue had poured an entire bottle of Dragon Vein Elixir down the dragon’s throat as if it were plain water, not a drop left. The Earth Dragon next to her couldn't help swallowing hard, deeply admiring Feng Lingyue’s boldness and generosity.

One look at Xie Qin’s expression and it was clear he was telling the truth; his face was the very picture of misery.

Ye Zhongming gripped the Blade of the Moon in his right hand and a gun in his left. Any zombie daring to block his path was ruthlessly slain. With one main profession, two sub-professions, a host of skills, and a full set of equipment, only high-level, third-degree evolved zombies could pose a threat—nothing else could stand against him.

The young man was stunned as well. He hadn’t expected those words to slip out. A flush of embarrassment spread across his handsome face.

As soon as Bai Wei spoke, Zhao Qian’s mother burst into wailing sobs, as if terrified by Bai Wei’s words, or perhaps because the mention of Zhao Qian had stirred painful memories from three years before.

"Exactly. She’s just a lowly maid, yet she dreams of standing as an equal to Mother—what a delusion!" Mu Yu chimed in, though her voice was hushed.

As Feng Lingyue spoke, a shadow outside the door stirred. He seemed moved by her words, trembling with emotion. Yet his strength was so great that he kept all his presence perfectly hidden.

Chu Shaoyang sat cross-legged in the bamboo grove, listening to the rustle of wind through the leaves. The air was exceptionally fresh. He took a deep breath, and even his lungs seemed filled with sweetness.