Chapter 62 Evidence of Collusion

Under the cover of night, Feng Ruqing's figure flitted through the village alleys like a phantom.
The air was permeated with a faint scent of earth, mixed with an imperceptible trace of decay, which made her knit her brows in vigilance.
A few bogs barked in the distance, adding a further sense of eeriness. Following the clues she had gathered during the day, she arrived in front of a dilapidated thatched cottage on the west side of the village.
The dim yellowish light inside leaked out through the gaps, casting shadows of a few furtive figures.

Not to mention Psyche, even the people of Huaguo still harbored the seeds of hatred toward the Japanese deep in their bones, simply because the atrocities committed by those invaders back then were far too notorious.

If Zhu Li was hell-bent on punishing the Xue family, she couldn't stop him, nor did she seem to have the qualification to do so. Putting everything else aside, she and Zhu Li had quarreled just yesterday; even if she wanted to plead for mercy now, she couldn't quite swallow her pride.

"Stop crying, where are you right now?" Su Hang asked in a deep, remarkably steady voice.

Although their family were servants who had been bought, Lian Fangzhou was still willing, to a certain extent, to respect their own opinions.

Kyle uttered the final two words, "my friend," in the Huaxia language, and after finishing, he flashed a smile at Wu Fan.

Although she was speaking in whispers, her voice was loud enough not only for the Empress Dowager to hear, but even Nangong Qing and Yun Fuxiao could catch every word, let alone Lady Aiyuan who stood right beside her—she heard it with crystal clarity. Her expression shifted once more, yet she forced herself to grit her teeth and endure it, pretending she understood nothing at all.

Otherwise, with everything laid out so dazzlingly, it didn't look the least bit sorrowful or grief-stricken. Even if there was no reason for a father to observe formal mourning for a son, shouldn't he still feel some sadness and sorrow at heart?

Xi Xizhi bit her lips tightly, seemingly thinking of this as well, and offered no rebuttal. The reality was indeed just as she thought; she had always been provided with the best food and accommodation by An Honghan, treated with more care than he showed his own kin, yet Xi Xizhi had never done anything in return. But... wasn't she An Honghan's pet? Shouldn't a pet be raised and provided for by its master?

Jiao Siniang stared blankly at the emptiness around her. From the moment Jun Yunqing spoke to the present, only a single breath of time had passed, and the people she had brought with her had all been sent flying away?

Yan Chu did not know what to say. What on earth should he say? Good job? Well done? Or how could you do such a thing?

Lu Jingyu had been frightened out of his wits just now, and his large eyes were still swimming with tears. Perhaps due to the intense pain from earlier, seeing him like this made Lu Yungzheng's heart feel as though it had been fiercely pierced by a sharp weapon.

Miao Yun stroked his beard, raised his eyebrows, and smiled lightly, "Meddle if they want to meddle." If not for this affair, the virtuous Prince's Consort wouldn't have discovered that secret.

The others looked at Jinghong—could Translocation Chaorui catch up? Chaorui's elixirs were formidable indeed; he used antidotes as poisons, hitting the target every single time.

Guilt, sorrow, those dark and obscure sentiments fell suddenly, like a torrential downpour.

The Emperor today, despite appearing unapproachable and radiating an aura of "this old lady is number one under heaven," was unexpectedly easy to get along with.

The three men clenched their fists toward Li Fan, making a cracking sound with their knuckles, seemingly intending to intimidate him.

"What is it?" Liu Ziyue gently smoothed out the creases on her garments and, across the candlelight, took a seat close to Mother Sun.

A mother and son share a single heart; a child is always exceptionally sensitive to his mother's emotions. Chu Yang paused for a moment, then asked in a crisp, clear voice, "Why is Mother crying? Are you tired?" With that, he tried to wriggle his head out from her embrace to look at her.

Unlike the North Fortress, in the South Fortress, Wenren Junfu received this news with profound silence and helplessness. Conversely, Li Ji was utterly furious.

Just at that moment, the phone in Chen Hao's pocket rang. Pulling it out to take a look, speak of the devil, it turned out to be a call from the principal himself.

Haoxing Mingrui stared at him, blinking his eyes blankly for a long while before finally letting out a self-deprecating chuckle, and had no choice but to continue talking to himself.