Chapter 40: You Are a Great Mother

After Mother Lin paid the fare and stepped off the ox cart, she gripped the hem of Lin Xiang’s jacket tightly. In her nearly forty years of life, she had rarely visited the town. Although Mianyang Town was not particularly prosperous, it looked far better than the Pear Blossom Brigade; even the passersby on the street wore clothes without patches. The confidence Mother Lin had displayed in front of Lin Yun vanished, replaced entirely by timidity. Sensing the shift in her mother’s mood, Lin Xiang gently took her hand. "Mom, don't worry—"

However, Yu Miaomiao remained entangled with Yin Haonan; no matter how he screamed or pummeled her, she refused to let go.

Yan Yu recalled the day before the wedding, when she had received a call from Xu Yingxia at a public phone booth in the United States. On the other end of the line, Xu sounded like a madwoman, her voice sharp and filled with extreme malice.

That evening, after insisting on staying at the hospital with her for the night and accompanying her through follow-up examinations the next day to ensure there were no signs of inflammation or fever, Jian Fenghou finally handled her discharge and took her straight home.

A single mansion bore two plaques, "Prince An’s Residence" and "Princess Jiangdu’s Residence," coexisting as a celebrated story of harmony.

After the Empress Dowager and Sikong Gao exchanged greetings, the Empress Dowager bade me sit. My backside barely grazed the edge of the stiff stool, fear and panic flashing in my eyes.

It was clear that Timo was agitated. When Nie Zheng placed the Space-Time Crystal into his hands, his fingers trembled uncontrollably, and his eyes grew misty.

"Mother Feng, I'm sorry, I woke up too late. Is there anything left to eat? I'm so hungry," she said apologetically. She usually kept her distance from Mother Feng, who was a veteran servant of several decades standing in the Lei household and held a high position in the family.

Perched on a nearby tree, a black bird with a sharp, pointed beak sat quietly, watching the busy crowd below.

The old madam glared at the young woman, her gaze so piercing that the girl instantly lowered her head, truly regretting her loose tongue.

Since Li Jinpu had never met me, I was Yi He now. If he wanted to kill Jiang, let him; what did that have to do with me?

The sharp-eyed Prince Ren noticed, his fox-like eyes narrowing as the corners of his mouth curled into a roguish grin. He then stealthily followed.

Waves of turbulence began to stir within his body, and Yadong’s face instantly flushed red, his entire body burning with heat. "Waves in the Qi Palace, churning seas of blood; I am the sole master of all things, my heart consumes the world..." Yadong endured the agony, striving to immerse his entire state of mind into the mental cultivation technique. Wave after wave of scalding blood surged and boiled within him.

Wei Yan was not provoked by him. His eyes, dark as deep pools, clamped firmly onto the man's shoulders, yet his expression remained unnervingly calm.

Honghong, reckless and impulsive, prepared an axe and specifically invited Liao Beibei to her home. She used every method to stall him, refusing to engage in any improper acts by insisting she was on her period and promising to wait until tomorrow, all while finding ways to keep him overnight. Thus, Liao Beibei walked right into the tiger's den.

"I have always been a poor man, accustomed to poverty," Yao Muchen said with a smile, carefully examining an ancient herb. He had only ever read about such precious medicine in ancient texts and had never seen the real thing. A divine mist shimmered with seven-colored starlight atop the herb.

"So, you chose to meet here out of concern for security?" Zhang Nianzu noticed that apart from her bathrobe, Lei Tingting had brought nothing with her. Furthermore, the natural sound of running water in the bathroom masked their conversation, suggesting that Lei Tingting’s concern regarding leaks had reached the point of meticulous, ironclad precaution.

Qian Wan fell into the water, her breathing disrupted, which faintly triggered the effects of the hallucinogenic drug in her system, causing a faint flush to appear on her skin.

"Why is there such deep resentment in this Book of Fate..." Qian Wan looked at the ledger, which was faintly radiating a black mist, feeling a sense of bewilderment.