Chapter 29: Zhu Zhuqing’s Decision

To say she was not sad would be a lie.

Even though she had once been abandoned, Zhu Zhuqing had still held on to illusions about Dai Mubai.

The struggles within the Star Luo royal family had always been a matter of life and death. If one looked at it from that perspective, Dai Mubai’s actions back then could at least be considered understandable.

She had no intention of dwelling on the past; she cared only about the present.

Yet in the present, Dai Mubai had not only failed to recognize her, but was also being so attentive to other women—going so far as to embrace one on either side.

All of Zhu Zhuqing’s illusions about him were utterly shattered.

“I have.” Under his powerful neural reflexes, Zheng Yi answered almost instantaneously.

The rush of blood to his head subsided, and he quickly regained his composure. It seemed they should wait here until everyone had arrived before making their move. They absolutely could not afford to act rashly now.

“Heh, got it!” Fang Hao replied casually before hurriedly following the second man, not daring to stop for even a moment. Seven mecha were close behind him, their thunderous footsteps making the ground tremble.

However, when faced with Kaguya-hime’s invitation, Elerico expressed her regret and said that she had to return. She had decided to take medicine that evening to heal her injuries; restoring her body in the shortest possible time was what she needed to prepare for now.

“The search period ended a week ago. You still haven’t found any clues?” the old man seated at the head asked in a calm voice.

The surrounding travelers had long been unable to stand the sight of the despicable father and son. When they heard Zhang Yifei question them, they all began criticizing the pair at once.

“Hey, hey! Don’t tell me you’re planning to save even the performance fee? What kind of person does that?” Feng Yifeng could do nothing but roll his eyes. How had someone as outrageous as Wang Jing even come into existence?

Vaguely, he sensed that some wild beast within his body was gradually gathering strength, waiting only for the right moment to rise and roar.

“Don’t ask about things you shouldn’t. A superior’s orders must be carried out without question—that’s the rule. Do you all damn well understand?!” The captain left the new recruit kneeling on the ground and vomiting, then turned around and roared viciously at the entire squad.

Yet just as the experts of the Ten Thousand Horse Society who had lain in ambush prepared to cast down the huge net in their hands and capture Chen Yin alive, Chen Yin—who had appeared to be fleeing in panic—suddenly leaped from his horse. After using the cliff wall to propel himself forward, he continued racing up the mountain.

Zhan Zimo was leaning against the headboard, panting heavily. It was not difficult to guess that the two of them had just engaged in some strenuous activity.

This was absurd. Manaphy had never left such a huge gap when covering the area around the island with its Mist Screen. It had always been sealed tight, shrouded in a vast gray haze.

Liepard had always lived in Nimbasa City and knew every part of it extremely well. It had led the pursued Zoroark into the ranks of the stray Pokémon, and together with Zoroark’s illusionary abilities, they had managed to evade the humans hunting them.

Compared with the rotting corpse at the foot of the mountain, however, this one had been preserved remarkably well. It was merely frozen stiff, the look of terror on its face vivid and lifelike.

Seeing that Yilan seemed pleased with herself, as though her scheme had succeeded, Su Jun could only feel helpless. He had merely said it in passing as a polite formality, yet Yilan had actually taken him seriously.

Therefore, they first agreed to Xizhu’s request, then created trouble and accidents to force her to leave.

Jiang Shiyi was a clean freak. Unless absolutely necessary, he never accepted anything handed to him by someone else without good reason. And yet he had slipped the business card into his pocket?

Jiang Chengsi had indulged recklessly throughout the night, while the club manager had stayed awake the entire time as well, afraid that he might need something. Only after cleaning his room in the morning did the manager finally prepare to go home after his shift.

After bringing Buneary and Pachirisu home, Yuga gave the still-filthy Buneary a bath.

Ji Ziqi wanted to escape, but when forced to face his sharp gaze—eyes that seemed capable of seeing through everything in the world—all her thoughts were laid bare.

There were actually plenty of drinks in the bag. No wonder it was so heavy. There was a restaurant on the mountain, and naturally there were shops as well. Though the prices were somewhat high, they were still far cheaper than those at the cinema. In Qiu Ming’s view, there was no need to bring so many things at all. They were sure to go to waste.