Chapter 57: The Entire Army Recites in Unison, Restoring Her Innocence

Madam Chen's words caused an uproar among the crowd, and the commoners began to voice their doubts.
"A misunderstanding? The rumors have spread so widely, how could it possibly be a misunderstanding?"
"Indeed, there is no smoke without fire. Can anyone truly say whether the Young Madam of the Ji family had an affair or not?"
"Unless I die one day?" Will smoothly caught Van Augur's unfinished sentence.
Hearing it made one yearn for it, and Lu Xinyang praised, "Ah Zhu's idea is rather nice." Although there was some breeze outside, it was very refreshing and not cold at all.
Smoothie was not shy; she took Will's hand and, yielding to his pull, fell into his embrace.
It was just that she was too eager for quick success. Threats were not a long-term solution, and they would only provoke the Emperor of Wei. Fortunately, with Zhao Yinfeng's prior groundwork, her dialogue did not seem too abrupt. Perhaps, the two of them were simply putting on a coordinated act.
Quietly pondering for a whole day, Su Chu still had no idea how to take the very first step in this world.
She had no choice but to knock on the door, which was opened by an elderly servant woman. Following Zhan Yunge's instructions, Wanyu asked the servant to go and announce her presence to the Old Madam, while she herself quickly ran back.
"A coincidence? Or is it truly the work of the Luck-Luck Fruit?" Will could not help shivering slightly, thinking to himself that the powers of the Luck-Luck Fruit defied the heavens.
Will snapped his fingers, stripping Gairam of his self-awareness and compelling him to roll into the room. At the same time, he snapped his fingers again to make Byrnndi World emerge from within the room.
The moment she, along with her father, eldest uncle, second uncle, and several older brothers, entered the forbidden grounds, they lost consciousness. Afterward, she felt a relentless surge of power continuously pouring into her body.
"If you don't come closer, how can the County Mistress feel your pulse?" Gongsun Mobai wore a half-smile, tinged with a hint of teasing.
Clearly, it had looked as though Lin Xue was about to be blown away by Chu Tianhe's strike, so how did it suddenly turn into this situation?
Once the two of them had walked a short distance away from the entrance of the Jingzhao Prefecture office, Qin Jiu asked in a low voice.
Foolish as he was, over these past few days he had managed to see through some things: the county magistrate never held true affection for her. Even when she faked a miscarriage, the magistrate showed no emotional fluctuation at all, coming to see her just once and never returning. How could she possibly find happiness following such a man?
"Third Brother, we brothers live and die together. The worst that can happen today is that we die here together, which is still better than being separated by life and death and violating our oath of that day." The Second Gate Master, clad in imperial yellow robes, appeared rather calm, seemingly having seen through life and death and unwilling to make any more futile struggles.
Hu Xiu bit her lip, and tears fell down one by one. Hu Man was left speechless—they had barely met a few times and shared no emotional attachment, was all this really necessary?
Cao Cao's intent was that Liu Belt could not occupy Jingzhou, and even if he did, he could not hold it; he had to enter Yizhou. Once Liu Belt seized Yizhou, he could then launch a war against Cao Cao. In essence, Cao Cao was ceding Yizhou to Liu Belt.
Leaving everything behind and walking away might be simple, but to abandon the ancestral homeland and drift into the starry expanse would likely leave the exiled race with little hope of rising to prominence.
He also knew that the current situation was merely a sudden event, and the ultimate direction of the trend was not in his hands, nor was it something he could control.
Someone really did come looking for Lu Xun, and Lu Xun said, "Do not be anxious, I have a plan to defeat the army, just wait a little longer."
She lay on the hospital bed with her eyes lightly closed as if asleep, her long upper and lower eyelashes merging like a long, winding coastline, impossibly gentle. Only her complexion appeared paler and more frail than that day, and the back of her hand, extending outside the blanket, was dotted with tiny bluish vein puncture marks—glaring and chilling to the heart.
Seeming to sense something, the crowd collectively grabbed their weapons and sprinted wildly out of the cave.
"No, I mean it's real. A friend of mine has a pregnant wife, but he wants her to have a miscarriage," Qin Zhixing blurted out anxiously.