Chapter 51: Su Manman, Unaware of the Truth

Su Manman, who stood beside Ye Feng, couldn't help but smile. Others might not know who the approaching woman was, but she did—this beautiful woman delivering the ring when Ye Feng proposed to her was one and the same. She was the secretary of his closest friend!

Seated nearby, Ye Feng finally spoke up, “Grandmother, it’s not that I haven’t prepared a gift for you. There’s just so much that I couldn’t carry it all myself, so I asked someone to bring it over. All of these are from Manman…”

“Chen Yufeng, I truly hate you!” With her eyes closed, a single tear slipped down as Yue Sheng summoned all her strength to speak these words. The moment her eyes closed, consciousness slipped away from her.

Zhuge Tian’s gaze drifted to the pendant on Zhuge Wuming’s chest, and suddenly it all made sense. Zhuge Wuming was wearing a spatial ring. In advance, Zhuge Fan had prepared many materials—some made of sheepskin, others of cloth—and warned Zhuge Wuming not to wear the ring on his finger, but instead to hang it around his neck.

“How strange!” Qingxiu frowned. Moments ago, his spiritual sense had detected no obstacles, yet suddenly a wall appeared. Niyang’s frosty expression shifted slightly; without a word, he turned and walked back the way he came.

From that instant, Irina understood her father’s political career was over. The annihilation of half a million soldiers—her father as their commander could not escape responsibility.

Xia Xinran arched an eyebrow and said, “Oh really? Then I’d like to see what bad consequences you’re talking about.” She proceeded to splash him several more times, soaking Gao Zijian from head to toe.

As he spoke, he pulled out a hundred bills and handed them to Gao Zijian. What Ermao said was true—he barely had more than a hundred left in his pockets. After he gave Gao Zijian the hundred, what little remained wasn’t even enough for cigarettes. He supposed he’d have to bum smokes off others from now on.

“So you can just throw accusations at me as you please? I haven’t even eaten yet—are you going to feed me or not?” Wu Di interjected coldly, his words completely unrelated.

Xingyue looked up to find that both Bernie and Lunsen had simultaneously turned their heads and were now staring straight at her.

Zhuge Tian’s expression became grim. “If Liu He is dead, then that porcelain merchant is very likely a ninth-level peak martial artist, or even someone with innate abilities. In the Zhuge family, there are over a dozen with abilities above the innate level. Zhuge Tian himself is at the initial stage of innate power, and once one reaches that realm, aging becomes exceedingly difficult.”

“Young master, are your injuries alright?” Pei San approached and bowed in concern. Qingxiu responded with nothing but a faint smile, signaling that he was perfectly fine.

Maoqiu scampered to Ximen Zhuixue’s side, barked a few times, then affectionately rubbed against his leg.

Now that they had come this far, they would have to navigate through arrays and traps. Those of great strength could force their way through, but that would inevitably create a commotion and alert their enemies.

Xiao Ning wanted to explain that he and his sixth brother had been waiting for her, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the sound of firecrackers drowned out his words.

The changing weather could not be felt by people from other countries; by the time it reached their borders, it was reduced to a light drizzle.

At this moment, as he looked at Shi Lingyi, other thoughts stirred in his heart. Twice he had nearly lost control, and both times he had recovered because of her. Perhaps she was his destined benefactor.

The Empress Dowager remained silent, only watching Mu Jiughe quietly. The room was utterly still, not a single sound could be heard.

“Heh, luck has never been on my side. The real problem is that your people from the Prince of Wu’s household are so weak—they’ve all become ghosts under my blade,” Ximen Zhuixue sneered contemptuously.

“If I were so easily poisoned, wouldn’t I have lost to you long ago?” Old Feng’s tone was light, but inwardly he thought, if not for Qin Lu this time, not only would he have failed to realize he’d been poisoned, but he would also have lost without even knowing why.

“If you keep mourning like this, I might as well bring some bottles over and collect your tears for tap water!” Bai Yanxi counted off on her fingers, then produced two empty water bottles from who knows where, holding them up as she spoke.