Volume One, Chapter 27: Supporting Himself with Nareste's Money

Upon returning to the manor, Lester went straight to Meng Yuan’s courtyard and pulled her into a tight embrace, as if terrified of losing the most important thing in his life at any moment.

Meng Yuan, unaware of why he seemed so unhappy, patted his back gently. "What’s wrong?"

"Nothing. I just wanted to hold you."

The little maid stood frozen in shock. She had never realized that the Colonel shared such a relationship with the young mistress. Upon receiving a look from the butler, she immediately picked up the little mistress and walked over. As for Xiao Hei, she figured a puppy wouldn't understand human affairs anyway.

Meng Yuan had been held by him for about two minutes when she gave him a light push. "Alright, just a little longer..."

It was hard to imagine a heavily pregnant woman still bothering with beauty treatments. Thinking back to the wild Anna of the past, seeing her now obsessed with skincare was truly terrifying.

This lash came like thunder, retracting with the ferocity of fury. However, due to a lack of remaining strength, it collided with the thousand-pound force of the iron hammers swung by the Thunder God, shattering like an egg hitting a rock. With a "snap," it was sent flying, tossed away like a swing by a powerful, sweeping force.

"Is that so?!" Chen Xinyi frowned. She quickly pulled a mask from her bag, put it on, and looked in the direction Fen had indicated. Sure enough, several young men dressed as students at a distant table were pointing toward them, and some had already taken out their phones, attempting to take pictures.

"Phew!" Hearing what Wu Feng said, Hua Du and Cai Yun breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the Royal Team gained nothing and their strength did not increase, the pressure on them would be significantly reduced.

Upon hearing this, everyone in the hall sighed in unison, though their minds were filled with various, unspoken thoughts.

Since the day Ye Mu was forcibly taken away by Chu Yunting, Hu Wei had been stripped of his title as the head coach of the Xuanhu Pharmacy, and even Li Songju and his sister had been implicated.

Not long ago, it was precisely because this youth had attracted the attention of the Dragon Soul above the Immortal Mansion that they were able to enter safely. Seeing him appear below the mountain path now, they recognized him almost instantly.

Men in black suits are typically standard professional attire, but when they appear in large, orderly groups, they evoke an inexplicable sense of oppression. At this moment, a cardiologist and his assistant, far away in X City, were feeling the weight of that very pressure.

"Elder Shu, what am I supposed to do with this?" Wu Feng felt more and more that Elder Shu harbored murderous intent, so he quickly and obediently asked about his future status. Since he couldn't leave, living in this secluded Myriad Spirit Realm didn't seem so bad after all.

Dongfang Yunlu, who had just stunned a hundred soldiers of the Luo Clan, suddenly raised his head and saw Luo Zhenglin’s palm descending. He gripped his grey scabbard with his right hand and thrust it upward to meet the blow.

When the two left the educated youth site, the village was still wreathed in cooking smoke. Cheng Rong pulled the scallion pancakes that Song Xiangying had gotten up early to fry from her bosom, and she and Ningning each nibbled on one, enjoying them immensely.

The rise and fall of the top ten factions were much the same, which is why so many people wanted to use the Flower Festival to rewrite their destinies.

Zhen Yu, who was nearby, had been unlucky enough to get some gasoline on her; although she didn’t become a human torch, her back was burned.

After opening the door, Bu Xu was completely stunned. He even wondered if he had walked into the wrong hallway or opened someone else's door.

Before long, the sky grew increasingly dark. The once bright and cunning moon gradually turned a vivid crimson, and the earth itself seemed to be stained red by this vibrant hue.

Chi Shuyan felt movement and turned her head to look at the deep, handsome face before her. She was startled—how had this man, Qi Zhenbai, jumped in here?

Don't let Ye Chuze's reputation for being tactless and emotionally obtuse fool you; he was still very sensitive when it came to the people he cared about. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been qualified to be Xi Yao’s right-hand man.

Had she just... lost her focus? Because of that pervert? She closed her eyes and shook her head violently. Her brain parts must be malfunctioning to have such a bizarre illusion that her husband was about to accompany her back to her maiden home. Not to mention that she had no connection to the Bai family, but as for the "husband"—that perverted, philandering boar who stepped on countless boats—did he even deserve to be called her husband?

Dan Junhao and Yu Xin exchanged a glance, smiled, and walked together toward the sofa nearby.

She seemed so accustomed to the simple life of those past few days that she looked a bit dazed when she noticed others looking at her.

Shen Yan curved his lips into an icy smile and, without haste, swung his gun to engage the guards.

Under normal circumstances, the Qiangwu City and the No-Man’s-Land would never cross paths, but the situation was different now. What they all wanted was Feng Caitian. As for his own labor over the past half-day, the name of the God of Slaughter had already grown wildly, like spring grass.

"Let's go, let's go. Since the Master has spoken, we can only obey!" Waving his hand, Dongzi impatiently shooed them away.

"Yan Chun and Yan Qiu will finish learning the palace etiquette soon and will be back on duty in a day or two," Lin Zhi said, letting out a yawn.

"You really are bullying him." Hao Fang was torn between laughter and tears; her man was just too honest and took everything to heart.

Although it was the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, there were no moon or stars. As a cool breeze brushed by, thick night mist shrouded the earth, adding a mysterious veil to the lively Lantern Festival.

"Is this the bandage you were talking about? What is it for?" Luo Yuxi asked with curiosity, picking up one end of the cloth strip and looking it over.

While she didn't know much about state affairs—having relied entirely on those old ministers back then—as for palace intrigue, the Murong Jing family combined wouldn't necessarily be able to outmaneuver her.

"Shiqing, it’s alright. Don't get up. It’s freezing out, and your body is already delicate; it won't be good if you get chilled." In Hao Yong's eyes, whatever was happening outside amounted to nothing more than chickens—a little money lost was trivial; his wife was what mattered most.

Watching Hao Ran shovel all the cold wood ash into the new pit, he took a suitable stone that Ma Chunsheng and the others had found to cover it, then used thick mud to seal the gaps one by one.

Jun Xuanye seemed to notice the change in her expression; his thin lips curved slightly as he moved to her side and leaned down slightly.

After saying this, as if reminded of something particularly sorrowful, Si Ying’s face could not help but add a layer of melancholy.