Chapter Ninety-Six: I Had It Custom-Made Long Ago

Fu Chen’s words could not have been more blunt, and Lin Yiqing felt a sting at the bridge of her nose, her heart a tangle of bitterness and confusion. She knew perfectly well that Fu Chen would take Song Hui with him, and though she was unwilling in a thousand ways, she would still have to accept it meekly. Thinking of that, she could no longer hold back her tears.

The Lin family also came from a distinguished scholarly line. Her parents and relatives were all highly educated intellectuals, and when she was very young they had moved to England. Most of the family worked in research institutes; only she pursued art, holding her first exhibition in Italy.

One might say Lin Yiqing had grown up with a silver spoon in her mouth. When she was studying in Britain and first saw Fu Chen...

He could not help but feel secretly relieved. Fortunately, he had not thrown that punch after all; otherwise, their Eastern Manor’s path would likely have come to an end. Thinking of this, he lowered his eyes, and in them there remained none of the pity and fury from before, only a strange sense of irritation.

Seeing the smug, pleased look on Old Black’s face, Yellow Rat and Foxy nearly bled with anger.

Over here, Yu Qing and Zhang Yao went off to the side and began discussing in detail the purpose behind Xu Chi’s use of ice crystals to cover Ye Xue in her room earlier.

As expected, it was not long before the crown prince’s guards came to summon someone. Fearing that he might wake Ru Chu, Qi You went out when he spotted him from afar.

“You should ask me about this; I ought to know better,” said Ren Yazhen as she and Hua Qing each carried a child inside. Hua Rumeng followed behind with Xiaoxiao and Yan Ke in her arms, while Liu Shen strolled in unhurriedly at the very end.

This time, his master had him secretly follow this person precisely to test his ability and see whether he was ready to strike out on his own.

Wei Chi was speechless; he only lifted his thumb and gave Cheng Zhijie a gesture of approval. Cheng the old man was delighted beyond measure, grinning so hard his teeth showed all the way back, and he picked up his cup, tugged Wei Chi along, and forced down two more drinks. Wei Chi stuck out his tongue, utterly convinced that one should never compete with a military man in drinking, or else one would not even know how one died.

Sun Simiao’s attainments in traditional medicine could be said to be second to none in the world. With a little guidance from Xie, and with his own mastery of medicine, one principle led to all others, and he immediately thought of many prescriptions, beginning to advise Xie on the ways of medicinal diet.

The crowd could understand Cui’s fury, but what shocked them was that a dignified chancellor had actually come personally to Chen Wanrong’s home to make a scene. Once this spread, it would surely cause an uproar. Even if he were the lover of Princess Taiping and a chancellor, it might not be enough to smooth things over. He had acted far too rashly.

Jing Yi and the others continued into the mountains, where they encountered many medicinal herbs along the way. Jing Yi gathered them as she went, explaining their uses to Song Yuancheng. The more skills one had, the better; learning more could never hurt.

Bao the Shipping King had wanted to reduce his fleet and go ashore, but lacking a way in, he found his target had shifted to Kowloon Wharf, only to discover that Li Jiacheng had already beaten him to it.

Chen Xiaofeng was also modest for form’s sake, though what he said was the truth: he was only an amateur, so why would he need such high-level vocal skill? Who knew whether he would even keep writing lyrics after this?

As for Ye Xiangyang’s lawsuit against the entire internet, even after He Ziyan heard about it, he did not take it to heart.

More than that, in recent times so many things had happened one after another, and even those few whose reputations had once been excellent everywhere had also fallen into trouble in succession.

The warm light bathed Rong Xi. His face was too handsome, his eyes alluring like peach blossoms, his lips curved in a seductive red, and the wine-colored robe made him seem like a vampire who roamed by day and night.

Prince An’s consort and Yue’er, understanding her meaning, pushed one another and hurried off to carry out what Tang Yingying had said. They had to restore their appearance.

As the rough fellow ran toward Number Fifty, he was directly beheaded by the former war god Kalintu with one sweep of a saber.

She had originally thought that entering the palace this time would lead to something, but she had never imagined it would go so smoothly.

Huo Xiao was so startled by her tone that he retreated half a step. Looking back, he glanced at Shen Jing and Huo Yan behind him, and to his surprise both of them held warm smiles in their eyes, faintly encouraging her.

“Kill him!” Tong Siyang roared, and with a sweep of his hand, a flying sword carrying the sound of thunder shot toward Jian Yi like a bolt of lightning.

Once inside and with no outsiders present, Lian Xin, who had been gentle and charming in front of others, instantly reverted to her true nature. Especially after seeing the table laden with food, she no longer cared about removing the irritating pearl crown from her head and began eating at once, though the movements of the silver chopsticks in her hand remained gracefully poised.