Chapter 33: Returning to the Manor
By the time Qin Mingyue awoke, the sun was already high in the sky. Hearing the movement, Xiao Que entered to attend to her.
"Are you awake, Mistress? It is not yet time for the temple's morning meal, so please have some porridge to settle your stomach."
"Mmm. Where is Huan'er?" Qin Mingyue had slept soundly and felt hollow inside upon waking, but her first thought was of her son, who had been frightened the night before.
"The young master woke early. He didn't want to stay in the room for fear of waking you, so the nurse took him out for a stroll."
The news he received this time came as a great shock: his imperial father had fallen gravely ill, and some even whispered that the Emperor was on the brink of death.
Meanwhile, a few days ago, Fang Wanqing successfully broke through from F-rank to E-rank. To celebrate, Liang Shan gifted her a Titan-series combat suit.
Li Dazheng himself was at a loss, but in such a situation, even the advice of a foolish strategist was worth hearing.
His frozen body seemed to regain a measure of mobility, and his mind began to clear. He heard the monster behind him emitting whimpers of even greater pain and fury.
"I told you, I heard it from people on the road." Shangshang still refused to tell the truth, forcing a smile, but her eyes kept darting to the side. Her lying was so transparent that she might as well have had the words "I am lying" plastered on her forehead.
Liang Shan looked down at his hospital gown and bandages, realizing he was too inexperienced; he had forgotten to change his attire.
As a result, they waited from morning until noon. Although no further zombies gathered, those below did not disperse either.
Though Wesker’s expression gave nothing away, they all nodded silently in agreement.
A tea set, two vases, a pair of huanghuali official's hat chairs, a flower stand, a jade table screen, and an embroidered hanging scroll—the total came to no less than seventeen hundred taels of silver. It would be just enough to renovate the main hall and replace the furniture with something more impressive.
Old Mrs. Qi had not been heard from since that day, and if not for Qi Yifan constantly calling to harass her, Li Mingyue would have forgotten the old woman entirely.
Canada watched the winds of change from afar, indifferent to everything happening around them. In their view, the objectives of Japan and China were clear: they were targeting the United States.
Rubbing the place where she had been struck, Ruan Ruohuan’s rationality had long since vanished. In her fury, she unleashed a torrent of curses at Shen Qingwu, only to have her voice die away under the cold, stern glare of Ji Beichen.
Though she did not understand what Hu Ao intended to do, Xiu'er followed his instructions, sitting cross-legged on the ground and letting her body and mind enter a state of complete relaxation.
"What are you all doing?" a voice boomed from behind, startling the group. They turned to see that it was Feng Delin.
Glancing at the palace gate, the Ink Qilin turned to Hu Ao, who was staring at him in shock. "Remember, say nothing. Act as though you are mute. Just follow me." With that, the Ink Qilin strode steadily toward the palace gate.
Had she truly been so severely wounded in that battle with Feng Yan that she had remained in a coma for an entire year?
"Yes, yes! I know Hua Shiren has a treasure hidden here. If you don't kill me, I'll tell you where it is," the man stammered, trembling. He desperately hoped Li Xin would spare him—if only it were so.
Yun Weiyang was somewhat surprised. She had not expected that hands with a complexion as pale as ice and snow could be as warm as the March sun, instantly transporting one from the chill of late winter to the balmy embrace of deep spring.
They had to seize the initiative and blow the circuit breakers on every floor; otherwise, they would never be able to hold back the reinforcements once they rushed down.
Aisha saw Jian Lu and did not know how to proceed. In her daze, the pain she had been suppressing suddenly surged over her with violent intensity. Self-detonation was a task that tested both spirit and body; a single moment of distraction could turn one into a mere sacrifice to nature.