Volume One, Chapter 121: Their Daughter Is Named Ruyuan

Yan Qiuning craned her neck and looked in the nurse’s direction.
The nurse quickly held the baby and said, “Congratulations, madam—you have a sweet little princess.”
Suspicion remains suspicion, and conclusion remains conclusion; conclusions ignore suspicion. If suspicion has no solid evidence, it merely obeys the conclusion.
Xu Yanyan immediately thought of Yan Le. She knew well his wondrous abilities. If she had Yan Le help her cousin, teach her some martial arts, and let her take the Ant-Strength King’s Divine Elixir and the Flea Elastic Elixir, her cousin Changling at least would not be bullied at will.
Then Zhao Xiaocheng, with her feet wrapped in the bedcover, walked out onto the balcony. Snow had begun to drift in the sky, foretelling the New Year’s arrival.
Black Spade J hovered in the air; countless lotus petals, as sharp as swords, slashed at Huang Ying one after another. Huang Ying only gave a contemptuous smile. Surrounded by eighteen weapons, he chose a shield from among them to block Black Spade J’s petal assault.
Because his “window” was drawn shut with curtains, it was still the white kind. He had more white in his eyes than black, with a slanting gaze. In Sun Tzu’s The Art of War, the feint-east, strike-west tactic was fully at play in his look—you could never tell if he was truly watching you, always leaving you to wonder between seeing and not seeing.
Aibang’s current mission was a mystery; he himself understood it only halfway. At the same time, countless people were carrying out different orders, yet their target was a place called the Black Kingdom.
Someone proposed finding Wang Cai and, at the same time, a good feng shui site to bury the old man. Wang Cai came over and approached the elder. “Elder, is there anything still bothering you?” he said. “Do not worry, everything will be taken care of.”
That was also why Hua Feiye, though heir apparent to the Marquis of Suqing, had always called himself “this young lord.”
In any case, once he understood the young lord’s intent, the rest had little bearing on him. It was late, and he was anxious to return and report back.
“What… what? Will the Luohe Array… lose power?” Though she did not understand what Hu Ao meant by the Source of Water, Fu Xi, on hearing that the force of the Luohe Array might lessen, immediately surged forward, grabbed Hu Ao by the throat with both hands, lifted him up, and demanded loudly.
Yun Weiyang simply ignored her, and Liyue said nothing as well, quietly following at her side all the way, watching her return safely to Yunheng Courtyard before turning and leaving without a sound.
“I am he. You are Lieutenant General George?” Lei looked at the old American officer before him, then at his shoulder insignia before asking.
“Don’t pretend to be stupid, Bodhi,” Hu Ao snapped. “I warn you: if you use that crooked thought on me again, I will flatten Fangcun Mountain in an instant!” His facial muscles twitched, his fists clenched, and he looked ready to strike.
It must have been discussed with the master, but the master, proud of his own superior skills, clung only to his own opinion.
What Yun Weiyang had not expected was that, along the way, the two of them talked about so many things like old friends long separated, and Feng Qianxi, rarely one to do so, even opened up and chatted with her all the way, smiling all the while.
“Why, why shouldn’t you respect me?” Futian Mēilingzi said immediately in rebuttal after hearing Lei’s words.
Suddenly a pillar of fire shot upward into the sky. But in a single instant it vanished, and with that violet flame, Yaar’s body disappeared as well, already reduced by the violet flames to nothing but air.
“How did you bribe that disciple, and how is it that you know the layout of Yanluo Palace so well?” That was the most suspicious of all.