Volume One, Chapter 33: The Childbearing Talisman

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Dong Qianqian lay on the thick straw bed, listening as Dong Shuanghuan spoke to Zhou Zhiyuan in a tender, natural tone, exuding the air of a father and daughter. Recalling the letter she had found in the rosewood wardrobe, where Lin Xuehua had clearly stated that Dong Shuanghuan was Dong Ercheng’s biological daughter, she wondered why Dong Shuanghuan behaved as if unaware of the truth. Why did she act so affectionately toward Zhou Zhiyuan? She seemed quite filial, even helping her father with chores. Yet, later in the original story, when it came to her father’s obligation to support her, she shifted the responsibility onto the grandchildren in the next generation, neither contributing money nor effort, as if she had never had such a father at all...

Later, because Ming Tai saved Ming Jing every time, Ming Jing gradually became increasingly dependent on her brother, even developing a special kind of affection. I suppose this is what most people would think. The most stunning sight was a massive peony at the center of the room, made entirely of flames. The flower bloomed seductively, suffused with the illusory beauty that fire imparts.

“Don’t be anxious either; if Yuan Shuang was fine three years ago, then she surely will be now,” said Huo Ye in the corridor. They stood near the window, overlooking one of the busier streets of the capital, which grew even livelier in summer.

If she was going to be accused in public of being the mother of two five-year-olds, then she would not hold back out of kindness. She would be as domineering as necessary, as ruthless as needed.

Because they wore identical evening gowns, all the reporters had long been drawn to them, now swarming around, snapping photos frantically.

Everyone was watching when Ye Qing rolled the dice, yet no one noticed her quietly slip the dice away without a trace.

Last night, she had been rushed to this ward urgently. A parade of authoritative doctors came and went—such a scene and intensity that even the nurses, who had worked in the hospital for years, had never witnessed anything like it.

She could not tell anyone about Mr. Mo and herself, fearing it would only bring trouble.

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Chang Guanrui noticed that Chang Tianmo’s footsteps faltered slightly, and inwardly he felt a bit smug. Though he knew such a move might not seriously injure Chang Guanyan, lowering Chang Guanyan’s standing with Chang Tianmo was still beneficial.

Finally, it was time to say goodbye. “See you the day after tomorrow, Feifei. Thank you so much, muah!”

Yang Qing had personally witnessed Yang Song’s desertion, which led to the army’s complete annihilation. So upon seeing the news, Yang Qing immediately understood its gravity. Grabbing the news, he hurried toward Yang Song’s quarters.

Lin Hao made up his mind and summoned Zuo You, instructing him to lead Tu Wang and the others to the laboratory but to avoid any encounters with Kang Dingzhong. They were to guard only the outer perimeter, never entering the lab.

The commander of the First Legion was Xiang Yu; the Second Legion was led by Zhou Yu. The Third and Fourth Legions were under Zhang Fei and Guan Yu, respectively.

“I’ve never dated either,” Lin Runqing admitted, resting her cheek on her palm, her eyes dreamy as they gazed at the azure lake.

From the movement nearby, one realized that Li Yujun’s deliberate exposure was actually a form of seduction.

Yet what puzzled me was that though night had fallen, not a single house in the village below the mountain had its lights on; the entire village was engulfed in darkness.

Xue Wusuan understood that Ding Chunqiu’s so-called soul-body accelerant was essentially a stimulant, albeit with severe side effects. If used desperately at the critical moment, it could be a lethal weapon. It certainly held promise, but finding ghosts willing to test it was a real headache.

The world was bathed in a golden glow; even a holy emperor might fail to withstand such scorching heat.

All the reporters were baffled by the situation, myself included. I glared coldly at Lin Rongshen, trying to withdraw my hand from his grasp, but he held on tightly. No matter how I struggled, his grip did not loosen in the slightest.

When I bit into the fruit, suddenly my eyes brightened. The flavor was exquisite—somewhat like a peach I had tasted before, yet sweeter and more delicate, with a faint tang.

At this moment, the two policemen sensed faintly that they might have encountered a formidable opponent.

Sikong Yanfei chuckled softly, the laughter growing louder until even the guards outside the tent could hear.

Andy looked at her friends, repeatedly saying, “Okay, okay.” She didn’t know what she was saying, so happy she could barely contain herself. When Old Tan hurried over, she embraced him, utterly stunning him.

Especially now, seeing Xu Lan’s pitiful demeanor, she simply did not believe Mu Yingchen could resist. Indeed, facing Xu Lan, Mu Yingchen dared not compete; otherwise, he would always be the one to suffer.

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After Sun Yifan finished speaking, the private room remained silent; hardly anyone dared to speak.

Wen Ruixiu glanced at the person beside her, whose face was serious but whose ears were quietly flushed red, and secretly found it amusing.

For a time, the city was filled with complaints, all blaming Lady Yue’s beauty as a calamity, bringing danger to their king.

Richard admired silently and began chatting with the local, first discussing their life and experiences. Upon learning he was the superstar Richard, the other’s desire to express himself became overwhelming, and he talked nonstop.

Zhang Yang was somewhat astonished. The Sword Demon King’s speed was astonishing, yet the Dragon Slash, which had reached its peak level, was no less swift.

Among demon cultivators, few excelled in illusions; only a handful could refine their phantasms to the point even she could not see through them. How many such demon emperors could there be?

“So, I said, I am not as gentle as you think. What you like is only the surface, not my inner self,” Su Yu said carelessly.

The tiger-headed men had no objections. Compared to their females, whose meat was chewy, he preferred those with stronger muscles; their meat was more tender.

The Qi-nourishing pill was a second-tier formula, complicated to make, requiring painstaking ingredients, and had a high failure rate—not something an ordinary wanderer could produce.

The word “marriage” slipped out, causing both to tremble simultaneously, their faces flushing red. Zhuohua lowered her head, while Haoxuan, unusually shy, tightened his grip on her hand.

At this moment, in the vast desert’s Gobi, the blazing sun hung high, radiating burning light that scorched the earth.

“Is the email you mentioned this one?” Nishimiya Shoko came out of the room, holding up her phone and offering it to the two.