Chapter 061: I Want to Marry a Divorced Woman

Jiang Shaozhang invited Wen Ni for tea.

With leisurely composure, he asked, “Didn’t you say you were pregnant? If you’re carrying Zhou Mingfan’s child, how could the Zhou family drive you out? Whose child are you really carrying?”

Wen Ni glanced sidelong at Jiang Shaozhang. “It’s not yours, in any case.”

Jiang Shaozhang replied, “I rather wish it were mine.”

He paused.

Su Yang felt as if his chest had been struck by a speeding train—a pain so intense it left his organs churning, a wave of agony flooding through him, almost unbearable.

Wu Ming was stunned; Yan Ximing had long since been killed by the Three Rivers Gang, but now, was he supposed to tell this child who had narrowly escaped death, “Your father is gone. You are now an orphan, with neither father nor mother. From now on, you’ll follow me”?

The faces of the Elders’ Council grew grim. The vampires kneeling outside sensed the shift in the air; some began searching for nearby members of the Xinmoor clan to turn on. Chaos erupted outside the castle.

Sigronz turned in anger toward the voice, determined to see who dared be so insolent before him.

For reasons she couldn’t quite grasp, the Swan Demon suddenly remembered words she’d once spoken to Michael—it seemed that, long ago, she’d said the very same thing to the man before her now.

“My name is Stephanie, I’m from America!” Stephanie made no attempt to hide the truth, her response to Lei Zhan’s question accompanied by a smile.

“Everyone, half of what’s here belongs to my Empire. Without us, none of you could have taken down Morasilong!” Lin Fanfly hovered above the equipment, addressing the crowd. If he truly took everything for himself, he might become the target of every guild’s enmity; he could only settle for less.

Chu Feng’s body, perfect as it was, was only at the eighth tier. If the fight continued, it would inevitably collapse under the strain.

But just as this thought crossed his mind, Chu Tianwu made his move—not to attack, but to tear open the space around Lei Zhan. In an instant, the Divine Dragon Shield and the Black Moon vanished from sight. Lei Zhan was caught off guard, and a powerful force surged behind him.

Soon, Lin Yin emerged from behind the house, accompanied by an elderly man of about seventy.

The taxi driver wanted to ask a few more questions, but Xiu Qiqi gave him no opportunity. He waited in place for a while before finally turning the car around and driving off.

“Ah, I’m sorry! I can’t marry you, because I never loved you!” With those words, and under the groom’s stunned gaze, she threw away the red ribbon in her hand and ran off.

Everyone present saw it clearly—especially those who had wished for her death. Now, looking at her bloodied, indistinct body, their feelings had grown strangely complicated.

Prime Minister Song glared at her. “That settles it. The princess may not have the best temper, but she’s not unreasonable. Don’t go picking on her again. Or would you rather go back and stay in the family temple?” Song’s tone carried a threat.

Though Old Master He had been angered to the point of a stroke by his eldest daughter, though he’d worried himself sick over her and been disappointed by Jiang Dahai time and again, she was still his own flesh and blood, and Dahai was still his grandson. He couldn’t help but care for them.

Ning Fei was not at the palace. Without waiting for Ah Jiu to return, he’d left the city, giving instructions to a servant with a roguish air. Several days had passed, and he was deeply concerned about the troops stationed in the mountains outside the city—fifty thousand men, whose daily rations alone were a heavy burden.

Emperor Zhaoming found the ministers’ arguments convincing and, the next day, issued an edict praising the Crown Prince and ordering his return to court. When the Crown Prince received the decree, he was so moved that he kowtowed three times toward the palace before accepting the imperial edict with utmost reverence.

It seemed that the designer Bai Yaxuan had invited was quite talented. She remembered seeing her last time—the name, if she recalled correctly, was Jolan.