Volume 1, Chapter 53: The Dowager Consort Killed His Birth Mother

Several more days passed. The warm spring sunlight bathed the palace walls, yet it could not dispel the shadows lurking deep within the inner chambers.

Pearl hurried along, stepping through the palace gates.

The elderly man in white, Hua Qian, was the leader sent by the Hua family from the Fire Domain to search for the Heavenly Repentance Divine Pearl.

Yu Jingguo felt as though he had gained a great advantage and was quietly pleased with himself, while Su Chunyu looked at Yu Mantang with astonishment.

“Thank you all for your hard work, staying so late and making you work overtime. Thanks—just put it on the table, and try to leave early,” Yang Ershao said, moved. They were all such good employees.

A whole day passed without any results—not even a glimpse of anything except the occasional dolphin breaching the water’s surface. After instructing Liu Renyuan not to catch dolphins, Qian Huan and the others returned to their rooms to sleep. Their pirating career was a complete failure.

Li Zhi lowered his status in front of Qian Huan—not out of fear, but because he still needed him.

Now, her smile no longer belonged to herself; the once profound affection had been buried along with the memories.

“Alright, then let’s go see what your diligent second brother is up to first. Once I get the transfer contract, we’ll have some real fun,” Ji Yao pushed him away, gently patting his face twice before turning and leaving.

“You’re mad. After all these years of refusing to submit to the empire, now you want us to join you? You’ve lived long enough; we want to live a few more days,” the crooked-nosed elder, leader of the Demonic Street, said shakily.

Jin Yuena’s fear was that the longer this dragged on, the less Lu Shiyan’s health would hold out.

Qian Huan stood bare-chested, white bandages stained red with blood wrapped around half his body. His sullen expression was like a pool of still, dead water.

He Caiyue shared the same mindset, lost in the cultivation method of this sect of immortals. Reading the records with a broad smile, she felt her sacrifice of giving her body to Lin Chendong had not been in vain.

“Yes, sir! We will leave immediately!” The weasel-like creature was also worried about the black-robed man returning for revenge. Even if Qi Rui hadn’t said so, they would not dare stay there any longer.

In a moment, Qin Yun’s fist shattered the man’s body, which dissolved into a mist of blood within the great hall.

Upstairs, Wu Yuting took a key from her bag and opened the door. In sight was Li Shuzhen sitting on the sofa in the living room, watching television.

“Oh right, I forgot to remind Your Imperial Uncle—if possible, make a grand impression. I don’t mind your boldness, but Father is the supreme ruler,” Xiao Feng said from behind as he took a few steps.

Drawing a deep breath, Tu Fei calmed himself. He realized that as his career advanced, the temptations outside grew ever stronger, sometimes almost overwhelming him.

“You’re overthinking it. Two million yuan? You don’t even deserve to lick my toes,” Han Ling, a mature and elegant woman, said with a smile to the young man.

“Really?” If I keep loving him this deeply, perhaps heaven will hesitate to take him away.

“An’an, today I signed my first big contract since starting work!” Lying in bed with eyes closed, Hao Lin gently ran his chin over the top of Chai An’an’s hair.

“Heh, quite dramatic indeed. If this were a play, it would surely captivate the audience,” Feng Fenghua rolled her eyes in exasperation.

“I...” Ding Yumeng was about to refuse. She owed Master Yan so much money already and didn’t know when she would be free of the debt. Yet, the words caught in her throat. Deep down, she still longed for a new dress—so she wouldn’t embarrass Master Yan.