Volume One, Chapter 85: I Have No Interest in Your Senior Brother Gu

At seven thirty in the morning, at Xuan Shui Bay.

Wen Xuyu sat at the dining table, sipping her porridge while scrolling through her phone.

Obscure and Unnoticed: [Wen Qianxue has been released, did you know about this?]

Gentle Breeze Whisper: [Yes.]

Shen Mo, seeing this cold and indifferent reply, grew a little exasperated.

“Your old servant greets the prince and princess.” When the woman reached us, she simply bent in a slight bow, then straightened her back and stood confidently at the foot of the steps, meeting Zhize and me with a direct gaze, her eyes showing not the slightest trace of humility—if anything, she seemed a little annoyed as she looked at me.

Now that the days were longer, Chen Shu was waking even earlier, usually by six or six thirty in the morning. Even though he had to pick someone up today, he still rose at the same early hour.

Draped in flowing white robes, Shangguan Yao looked as ethereal and beautiful as the last time they met—like an immortal descended to earth. Only now did Yuyun notice a yellow question mark hovering above his head, indicating a new quest was available. She hadn’t seen it before because the gauzy curtain of the pavilion had obscured it.

To make him believe that Yan Wang truly intended to release them was almost impossible. That was one of the reasons he insisted that Renault, Keshi, and the rest of Nightshade stay on the plane, remaining close to Ruan Yiyi.

The incident of Shadow of God assaulting the peace ambassador—and even causing his death through humiliation—sparked a storm of controversy.

He was a man of imposing presence, with formidable strength, a keen mind, and agile movements—a true leader in every sense.

Tomorrow? What fate awaits us? Staring at the faint glow from the distant towers, I suddenly felt an urge to confide in someone, hoping for trustworthy and constructive advice. A sudden inspiration struck me—wasn’t there someone right beside me?

The private room was dimly lit, but at close range, Long Shisan’s heart gave a jolt upon seeing Su Mu’s features.

It was strange—with so many people clearly positioned beforehand, where could they be hiding now? Yu Zinuo wrestled with this question, but the situation allowed no time for hesitation, as chaos was already erupting.

With the sun already high, Duan Nantian gritted his teeth and commanded harshly, “Let’s begin.” As soon as the words left his mouth, the servants blocking Magistrate Mo and his entourage split into two lines, opening a narrow passage for them to pass through.

There was too much blood on his face. The old steward pulled a handkerchief from his inner pocket and wiped it away. Then he looked up again, quietly waiting for his master’s change of heart.

Returning to the tent with some trepidation, Bauman’s three companions barely glanced at him and continued with their own tasks.

Xu Yang, practiced and calm, fished a key from his pocket, inserted it into the lock, turned it, and the case sprang open by itself.

The sudden appearance of more than a dozen figures startled not only Liu Ruoyu and her companion, but also those still inside the venue. Liu Hongtian’s move had clearly caught everyone by surprise.

He hadn’t expected Qian Changye to stoop to plagiarism—and at a lower price, no less—seizing the affordable market before he could.

As soon as he entered, Heng Gang called out a loud greeting to everyone. Since they all knew each other, there was no need for formalities; instead, Old Hei strode forward and gave Yan Jin a big bear hug.

Zuo Xing had once fought alongside Nian Yun in the past; today, he was accompanied by his two sons, one of whom served under him. At that moment, he exchanged a few laughs with Nian Chu.

Qian Ruir’s backside was sore from the jolting horse ride, and she looked pleadingly at Xiao Bo, hoping he would let her dismount.

Just as Su Yunnuan was worrying about how to slip out, the door was suddenly pushed open. A cold wind swept in, and Su Yunnuan felt someone was coming.

Han Yi calmed herself and thought it over. Kelly was right, so she suppressed her agitation, and Kelly let go of her hand.