Volume 1, Chapter 32: Unpresentable Trash

By the time Jiang Rui left the hospital, it was already past eleven in the morning. She first found a small restaurant and ordered a bowl of noodles.

“Hahaha, don’t overthink it. This humble monk isn’t a proper monk,” Ling Chen said with a laugh, reaching out to pat Ning Xuan on the shoulder.

If his temper had not been so violent, he would never have committed the absurd act of setting fire to Jiying Hall, nor nearly lost his head to Zhao the Second.

Struck by such a shock, Ji Yixuan was frightened at once and burst into tears the moment a palace attendant picked him up.

The outer door of Wen Yun’s room stood open. Just as she sat down to eat, she caught sight of Xie Yunjin.

Meanwhile, Jun Wuqing had also sensed Li Yanran’s presence. He set out immediately, and anticipation began to stir in his heart at the thought of seeing his senior sister again.

As soon as those words fell, the atmosphere throughout the gathering quietly changed. The expressions of those few who had been edging closer also grew peculiar.

Shen Yi felt a dull tightness in his chest. He had grown accustomed to her aloofness and her cutting tongue during this time, and seeing her like this now left him at a loss.

He did not expect her to place in the competition either. It would be good enough if she managed to finish the race, though of course it would not matter if she could not.

“Does Xizi know?” After asking, Qiao Min immediately felt that she had been too abrupt. Bringing up Xizi for no reason at all was a clear sign of a guilty conscience.

Le Li’s pulse was much better than before. She could not yet explain the exact reason, but the poison had indeed been suppressed, and the fetal heartbeat was especially strong.

“What? You’ve only been away from your sister for a few days, and you’ve already become this arrogant? You can’t even wait a few minutes for your sister?” Cheng Fei did not take offense at her younger brother’s tone. She pulled open the car door and climbed in.

After shooting Wang Dong several murderous glances, Zhou Mingjian fell silent. That fellow Wang Dong knew perfectly well where his sore spot was and had still deliberately made such a joke. Still, Hailan did not need to become so flustered and exasperated.

Now that you have heard someone intends to harm your loved ones, will you let him succeed? For a moment, not a sound remained in the rear courtyard of the Chen residence. Everyone tightened their grip on their weapons.

President Ye glanced at Feng Ziyi, who was beside Mi Yiqing. For the past few days, that fellow had arrived as soon as the club opened. He neither made trouble nor caused a disturbance, merely following Mi Yiqing with his eyes. He even brought his own food and never once entered the workroom to interrupt their work.

“Yes, what of it? A grown man shouldn’t be afraid of a little wine. Come, come, come. I’ll pour you some.” Infectiously carried away by the atmosphere, Yue Zunfu strode forward boldly, holding out the wine bottle toward Wu Ai.

Rou Rou’s body suddenly stiffened. The affectionate light in her eyes was instantly kindled into fury.

“This subordinate thanks the general.” Though the Trapping Formation Battalion numbered only eight hundred men, Gao Shun was confident that every one of them was an elite capable of fighting ten men alone, or even a hundred.

On the city wall, Tao Qian, who had been watching the battle, reacted much like Chen Deng. Seeing the Danyang Army go from its initial advantage to its present desperate struggle, the old man, now past fifty, could no longer restrain himself. A mouthful of blood spilled from his lips. The officials beside him hurriedly gathered around to support Governor Tao of Xuzhou and immediately summoned a physician.

Amid the enemy’s thunderous cheers and the puzzled gazes of her teammates, An Jing did not even wipe the sweat from her face. Still dressed in her sportswear, she walked toward the exit. She had once been dazzling, admired by all; now, she could only be described as utterly dejected, and the sight of her stirred an involuntary ache in the heart.

After Shira took Lin Jingyi’s hand and lay down again in the same cave as before, it was not long before another torrent of fire surged forth from the depths of the cavern.