Volume One, Chapter 55: Wen Qianyu’s Secret

Photos—nothing but photos. The entire wall was covered with pictures of Wen Qianxue. There were photos from her birthday, images of her lying in a hospital bed, snapshots taken as she ate… There were even pictures of her asleep, clearly taken in secret.

Wen Xuyu’s pupils contracted; she nearly lost her footing.

The guards, sensing Feng Weiran’s mounting fury and the sharp aura radiating from him, immediately fell silent, trembling.

She had overheard this on her way to being brought to the Wu Manor. It was said that when they breached the Eastern Alliance, they found a list of patients, with Yu Lan’s name on it. They didn’t recognize her, but her photo was in the file, and her physical constitution was deemed ideal.

“My Lord, I pray for forgiveness—for my soul and for the Lord’s as well.” The Duke of Richmond shook his head and sighed, forced to accept the cruel truth.

Lin Shu and Lu Jingran went straight to the side hall. After a long winter, the matriarch looked even worse than before. Her face had grown ashen, resembling an old woman of seventy or eighty. Even when Lu Jingran and Lin Shu entered, it took her a long moment to recover and respond with a faint greeting.

And now, Mei Dongsheng didn’t dare utter a word. It was expected; the Mei family had grown accustomed to a life of luxury under the Yu family’s indulgence. Debts didn’t worry them, but they had no idea how they would ever repay loans in the millions.

“During acupuncture, you must not cause any disturbance. If anything goes wrong, you alone will be held responsible,” she warned the foreigners, instilling fear.

Wang Xu studied Wu Wei with a grave expression for a long while before finally saying, “This is the price for crossing me!” In other words, this was to set an example—why make an example of someone? Because Wang Xu always felt as though someone was watching him from the shadows.

Two days later, all the rules had been more or less finalized, and notices were posted throughout the city.

“Then, why didn’t you ask me?” Lu Jingran was at a loss. Lin Shu hadn’t mentioned a thing to him these past few days, acting as if nothing had happened.

“Is that so?” Isabel smiled faintly, neither agreeing nor denying. Earlier, the words “public school” and “private school” had indeed flashed through her mind.

“Ahem, that’s enough. It’s getting late—hurry on home. I’ll say it again: do your best to persuade Yanzang to agree to the contract. Consider it a favor to me!” Gu Tao awkwardly rubbed his nose, his words hurried.

“I’m begging you—give me the gourd,” Luo Hao said, taking a deep breath and speaking each word with deliberate clarity.

As the group departed, Xiao Yan inexplicably touched his nose, then turned around and, surrounded by the crowd, boarded Serpent Island.

That black speck was clearly a pitch-black longsword, its blade crackling with lightning—an intimidating sight.

Driven by disgust and fury, Jiang Kairan’s anger grew with each blow he struck against Zheng Quan, as if even beating him to death would not be enough to quell his rage.

After all, our Imperial University is among the top three in Hua Country. What’s wrong with letting twenty students stay in a star-rated hotel for once?

At that moment, Duyuan was quietly examining the gift the Fairy Sister had given him under the moonlight, secretly hoping that Ling Girl would appear at his side in an instant.

Before long, Li Detian and Zhou Cuihua returned, followed by Zhang Shan and Wang Fen stepping into the house.

The disappearance of the Dragon Emperor, Dragon Empress, and Shadow Dragon King remained a constant worry for Chen Feng. More than that, they were his friends—comrades who had once fought by his side. Naturally, Chen Feng would never miss a single opportunity to search for them.

“Lord Chen Feng, if I heard correctly, you mentioned to His Majesty the Dragon Emperor that there are only two spots left in the teleportation array?” The god-ranked expert’s gaze flickered, not daring to meet Chen Feng’s eyes.