Chapter 65: Shockwaves Through Court and Country

At the eastern gate of the capital, dusk was drawing near. Many merchants and commoners were gradually departing the city. Suddenly, a spirited horse galloped in from afar, its rider—a soldier—shouting incessantly, “Make way, make way!”

“These soldiers, how dare they gallop madly near the capital, do they even…”

Thus, his confidence was unshaken; even the overwhelming sense of dread in his heart lessened somewhat the moment he saw his son.

The Seventh Princess’s pulse was steady and strong, her breathing even, nothing like an ailing person. There was no sign of poisoning on her at all.

Mount Tomanivi, rising to 1,324 meters above sea level, stood here—Fiji’s highest peak, an extinct volcano. From its base, one could behold the Fijian countryside and vast fields of sugar cane.

The Ravager threw a superhuman, whose chest was emblazoned with a swastika, to the ground; amidst the other’s hoarse and desperate screams, he tore off one of his arms.

He spoke with remarkable ease, the icy chill in his eyes gradually concealed, as though nothing at all had happened. His face had resumed the kindly, approachable expression of the amiable elder he had always appeared to be.

Moreover, all three members of the family had been thrown into prison; if it weren’t for Feng Xiuyu’s fear of his beatings, she too would likely be behind bars by now.

At this moment, Mo Shang had already come before Su Jingmo, leapt onto the soft couch, and, seeing Su Jingmo endlessly laughing, swiped his furry tail across his face in displeasure.

“Dumbledore, you’ve done nothing but cause trouble. The day I become headmaster, I’ll dock your pension and send you to Nurmengard as well.”

For the first time in her life, Noble Consort Shu, a woman of such high standing, found herself the victim of a goose’s shameless act. Staring at the ordinary domestic goose that had fallen at her feet, her mind was blank; she had no idea what the creature intended.

If he could, he would have simply denied it outright; but his silence more often than not spoke for itself.

“Something must have happened, otherwise… Did you notice how haggard Ding Ying’s father looked? He’s not the man he once was,” Zhu Defa said.

Little did they know, Chen Xuewei had already searched her symptoms on Baidu countless times. Earlier, they had all sat restlessly, afraid Zhou Shuangshuang had some strange illness that, thanks to their wild imaginings, they might delay in treating.

I did my best to move my arms, kicking backward with my legs. Hao Junqi matched my strokes in rhythm. At last, we broke through the surface of the water.

Though Cheng Zili never got along with that old rogue, the man was Lu Yichen’s master—his most important family. What was a little blood donation? Cheng Zili was the first to volunteer.

Rong Che was never keen on such affairs; were it not for his father forcing his hand, he would never have involved himself.

“Sigh, forget it. Let’s just find somewhere to stay for now.” As soon as she finished speaking, Li Miaomiao drove away.

Li Bu was a mystery to her; as the head of the Protection Hall, she was acutely sensitive to anything suspicious and possessed a strong urge to uncover the truth behind these matters.

Xiang Wangfu’s grave mound seemed to have exploded—the earth once heaped together now scattered, the box pieced from planks pried open, its lid tossed aside.

There was also a slightly more challenging cylindrical house, but considering it needed to be large enough to accommodate forty or fifty people, and given the lack of systematic architectural knowledge at present, it was not recommended.

Yan Li was sending screenshots of her conversation with Su Yuyang to Ji Linxi, and together they pondered how one of them might be the first to confess their feelings.

Behind them, Hua Qian brought over the soup he had just prepared, set it on the coffee table in front of Su Yingmei, and even ladled out a bowl for her.