Volume One, Chapter 87: Elder Yuan and Elder Wang Confess

The two officers immediately called the commander who was away on official business. After listening to their report, the commander told them to agree for now and said he would discuss it further when he returned that evening.

Seeing the agreement, the others left.

Jiang Yingli and Yuan Yanzhou went back together to the Yuan family’s home and invited Elder Wang to join them, but he declined.

The two did not insist and simply escorted him back to the guesthouse, planning to return to the Yuan residence for a meal before coming back.

Less than half an hour after closing the door, Elder Wang’s room was knocked on, with someone calling for him from outside.

A group of thugs chatted excitedly for a long time, but only Gu Guanghui sensed that things were not as simple as they seemed.

For Aelia, lacking any frame of reference, such a problem became a huge and troubling puzzle; no matter how much she pondered, her conclusions were nothing but a muddled mess, utterly meaningless.

Then, upon realizing her fate could change, a smile suddenly blossomed on her face. Tears flowed as she smiled—not with humility, but with a calm tone that made one feel she had already dedicated her entire being to the one who would rescue her from her fate.

Just as Ye Tang was about to pounce, Old Master Kunlun unexpectedly threw an instrument her way. She saw the object flying toward her—shaped like a banana—and immediately understood its purpose. Her face flushed bright red, and she dodged in a panic, missing her chance to pursue.

Lan Ke could no longer hold back. Being humiliated was one thing, but there was a limit, and Ruidian had clearly crossed it. She was utterly enraged and slapped him hard.

When she looked down, she finally realized her clothes were completely soaked through. The fabric was already thin, and now her graceful figure was fully revealed.

After the dance, the elegantly dressed young master excused himself and left his seat. In a private room, he finally found that familiar silhouette.

Xu Yuntian sensed a change in the underground magnetic field. The fluctuations were intense, as if an earthquake was imminent.

“This is strange...” Xia Langsheng gazed at Lu Chenhao with a deep and unreadable look in his eyes.

“Heh, can’t wait to get out? We’ve just arrived!” The chubby man slammed on the brakes, leapt out of the car, and threw open the door. Gao Yuan, sensing trouble, quickly pulled Ye Tang out of the car.

“Sasha, didn’t you say you had a stomachache this morning? Go rest for a while—we can play again tonight.” Lin Lan, ever caring toward her friend’s child, gently urged her.

Lan Xi felt something was off. Holding the cluster of grass in her hand, she brought it to her lips, and in the next second, the blade of grass slid into her mouth, dissolving instantly.

Sure enough, two mischievous youths who had snuck off to the cornfield now sprinted at full speed onto the main road, joining the grand march.

Chang Guanrui memorized the man’s face, intending to have his father look into him later. At the same time, he put on an anxious expression, his gaze frequently darting toward the room.

“No! I don’t see anything wrong with Junior Sister marrying the Crown Prince.” Ya refused him for the tenth time.

They knelt once more, shouting with unwavering resolve, “We pledge our lives in loyalty to His Majesty and to Great Yan!” Their voices rang out to the heavens.

Feeling that others had been won over by Zhao Qing’s public relations, his disappointment fermented into anger, and his tone grew increasingly harsh.

“Hello!” Shi Ling raised his eyebrows and smiled at her. He remembered she was a friend of hers, so she should be nearby.

How could Song Wanyi possibly tell the truth? If she did, an even more miserable fate might await her.

Xia Mo eagerly anticipated meeting Murong Heng, yet also dreaded seeing him. In her current wretched state, if he saw her like this, would it leave a lasting scar?

When she finished cooking, the colors, aroma, and flavors were all perfect. The scent of osmanthus filled the air even more richly.

With a single gesture, everyone’s eyes were dazzled, their attention wholly captivated.