Chapter 53: Another Probe

As the words fell, Jialuo's expression turned completely cold. The previous trace of warmth vanished without a trace, replaced by an icy sternness of someone whose bottom line had been violated.

He stared at his son, his thin lips pressed into a rigid, hard line, every single word sounding as though it had been hauled up from an ice cellar.

"I will say this one last time. Do not presume to guess my feelings for your mother."

"And I will never harbor any inappropriate thoughts toward a second woman. Did you hear me?"

Zhang Yue'e said in a low voice, "The lord is ill; he shouldn't have set sail this time, but it seemed he was forced to do so because of something. The madam was very worried, so she sent me to serve on board. I am the one who prepares the lord's daily meals and medicinal broths on the ship. He... he has been very kind to me..." With that, she began to weep silently once more.

Farewell, my friend... From now on, it is best that we never meet again, for meeting again would only add in vain to our sorrow.

"Since both you and I are heading to the capital, why don't we travel together on the road?" About to part with a brother he had spent day and night with, Yifeng was naturally reluctant.

The sudden resentment Minguo had harbored toward him was also cast to the winds, as she pondered intently who the young master he spoke of might be.

Construction was proceeding with intense fervor. All the heavy, exhausting, and dirty work was undertaken by the Burmese prisoners. Although it had been so many years, Li Gang had never heavily mistreated these Burmese prisoners. While they were not provided with lavish food and drink, the meals they ate while working were better than those of the mainland commoners in recent years, and at the very least, he had never let them go hungry.

In terms of divine status, Christina could be considered a subordinate and junior to the Moon Goddess Munsi. Because Christina's father was none other than the Thunder God Kestor, who also belonged to the supreme deities, by lineage, the Moon Goddess Munsi was akin to Christina's aunt.

The expressions of the two retainers from the Prince of Chu's estate instantly changed drastically, fear gleaming in both their eyes. They took two steps back in succession, turned around, and fled in a panic. Li Weizheng sighed inwardly; in the end, his cover had still been blown.

Yang Pu hung up the phone. An inexplicable sense of oppression weighed heavily upon him. He truly wanted to slap himself across the face. What a damned bastard he was.

Ever since the incident, Jinyang Village had two stationed police officers dispatched there. When Du Yifeng and the others arrived at the village entrance, those two officers had already been waiting there for quite a while.

Looking at such a result, everyone could immediately tell who won and who lost without any explanation. Ding Xichen knelt down on the spot before Xuanche and performed the apprentice's ceremony.

Shiyi walked in carrying hot tea. Initially remaining aloof from the affair, she had merely noticed the candlelight lit in the lattice window and thus walked in. This was a private code between her and Sheng Mingzhu; whenever the lamp was lit, it meant she was permitted to enter.

After all, no immortal spirit would ever place a Condensation Pearl on a mortal for more than a century.

Sheng Mingzhu's gaze was dark and gloomy; she merely nodded slightly. Her aloof expression had long since made her stance clear, yet Su Qingwan seemed completely oblivious to it.

I, however, said very earnestly, "I am going! I've decided to take this risk!" With that, I resolutely strode out of the mailroom.

After struggling in vain for a moment, she finally ceased her writhing. For a time, she neither moved, nor struggled, nor spoke, resembling a docile lamb instead, gently leaning against his body. At that moment, her mind was also in a blank haze, and she had no idea what she should do next.

Xuanruan Yi turned back, intending to refill the empty cup, only to see Sheng Mingzhu, standing off to one side, tilting her head as she watched the falling snow outside. When he finished refilling the cup, she suddenly turned back to look at him, smiling as she handed over the cup in her hand.

"Alright, all of you stop acting like this, okay? If you keep this up, I'll feel so vulnerable! Considering that I am a patient, please spare me." Ding Jiuxi feigned cuteness weakly, her fragile smile making her look pitiful and touching.

Even though she thought this way in her heart, she still held a trace of anticipation and a trace of trepidation: What if he really was there? What if he wasn't there—would that mean she actually wasn't that important after all?