Chapter 74: No One Will Hear

After the incident with Xiang Qiang, Lin Qingqi was certain of Lu Fei's feelings for her, and she relaxed completely. Yet, he clearly liked her, but had acted so coldly before—how wicked of him.

"I thought Xiang Qiang had made friends with some big shot from the capital, but it turns out it was you. What a waste of my concern," Lin Qingqi said, all the while sneaking glances at Lu Fei's expression.

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As soon as I stepped into the cave, a chill immediately swept over me. The temperature inside was several degrees lower than outside, and a gloomy air hung in the darkness.

Our teacher had mentioned in class that occasionally stimulating the acupoints on the soles of the feet could be highly beneficial to one’s health.

“Could this place be like that portal of time earlier—do we have to push open the main gate to enter?”

In the past two years, she had grown even more silent than before. Ever since that evening’s conversation with Night Moon, the man who used to accompany her in the darkness had appeared less and less. Even when he did come, they would simply sit together in silence.

But could it really be that whatever Xin Ye said, they would blindly obey, without even the most basic judgment of their own?

Lin Bixiao knew better than anyone how explosive Luo Qiran’s temper was, and at this moment, she had no desire to get entangled with her.

“In answer to Your Highness, it was Chancellor Murong who encouraged the act of remonstration, and His Majesty is greatly displeased by this.” Youzhu looked up to study her face, and sure enough, found disbelief clouding her delicate features—though only for a moment, before her usual composure returned.

Although Lin Bixiao was kind to everyone in the Western Suburb Villa, this matter weighing on her heart was truly not easy to resolve.

Sound waves crashed against the nearby buildings, muffled and heavy, with no penetration, carrying a faint sense of oppression.

The howling grew louder and louder, until suddenly, the crack split open in a blinding flash of white light. Two balls of white radiance shot forth, hovering silently in midair.

Three voices spoke at once, while the distant shadow, ever stationed at the barrier, was now only half visible.

I reached out my right hand, clutching my forehead, overcome by a pounding headache. These emotions were too heavy to bear. Since Qing’er already knew about me and Pu Xiaosheng, there was nothing left to hide. What should I do from now on?

At that moment, a yamen runner rushed in to report that in the southern district of Biancheng, people were suffering from vomiting and diarrhea, and more than a dozen had already died.

"With or without you, it makes no difference." A few students jeered from behind, and Liu Jianwu was so furious he nearly tripped and fell on the steps.

He understood that in this life, if he managed to reverse his fate, he would become an ordinary beast demon, and he might soon fade away. He also knew that if he failed, he would see them again in the next life—but the reunion would be even more painful, a fate worse than death.

Cang Sheng returned after pouring out its bathwater, only to find it toweling the moisture from its fur.

He stopped what he was doing, cupped her face in his hands, studied her intently for a long moment, and then finally asked.

Upon hearing this, Mother was deeply moved. Her small savings were nearly gone, and though she had once been too proud to ask her family for help, she now had to live under the management of her sister-in-law, Madam Sun, collecting the indispensable thirty taels of silver each month. Every time she received it, she felt as if her scalp were being peeled away.

In other households, if it was learned that the young mistress had cooked personally, it would not be praised, but rather looked down upon.

"Of course, it's to recite scriptures and guide the souls of the dead to peace." Cang Sheng produced the Demon-Subduing Umbrella, from which billowed a chilling aura—so many vengeful spirits, all of them fierce and wrathful.

This was the stronghold of the Kewinter family, and after the recent riots, Kewinter had stationed a large number of guards in the area, determined to prevent any further incidents.

"Elder brother, you've spent so many years in the northern frontier. What do you think of this matter?" Zisu turned to ask Prince Yongning.