Volume One, Chapter 26: Ashamed and Blushing

Shen Chaowu returned to her room, lay on the bed, and quietly sorted through all that had happened since her rebirth.

She could not escape being swept once again into the torrent of fate—she had become the sacrificial offering in this struggle between brother and sister.

It seemed nothing had changed; she was still the one abandoned.

Jiang Yao remained the victor.

In the hearts of Shen Yanzhou and the others, Jiang Yao was the one more worthy of protection, while she, the privileged daughter of a wealthy family, was expected to make the sacrifice.

The wretched monkey, startled by the white worm crawling out, drew it back in. Its voice buzzed unpleasantly as it spoke.

"This isn't appropriate," Ji Ruolin waved her hand dismissively. The Ji family was a house of generals, and General Ji was known for his lifelong devotion to one partner. Their family tradition was strict—they would never frequent such dens of iniquity.

No wonder the two of them did not weep with gratitude for the so-called 'life-saving grace.' With their abilities, it turned out they had never needed her help in the first place.

Zhao Shepei let out a scream of utter terror, the sound saturated with pain and despair. It was a voice he once found most intoxicating and primal, but coming from his own throat now, it had lost all beauty.

The jade pendant in his hand, of course, required no activation. The wind power he had just infused was merely to leave a Wind Mark on himself through the pendant, thus causing the pendant to react.

General Cheng Ye knew well that such words were ultimately empty promises to those of the royal family, but it was better than nothing.

Though Su Mo was poor now, Luo Yin understood that if Su Mo composed a poem equal to "Beauty of the Imperial Palace," no one present could surpass him. Such a poem was worth its weight in gold.

Huang Qiaoqiao, as the owner of the internet café, was the first to hear the news. She saw Zhao Feng return after finishing his noodles, dragged him outside, and chirped out the story in a rapid flurry.

No matter how troubled the master and servant were, Zheng Xi could not simply stay at home. Rain or shine, she would unfailingly report to the shop.

When Wan Zhidong heard all this at once, he was deeply anxious. Jiangdong Group was one of the nation's top 500 companies, and one of only three such firms among Jiangzhou's key investment enterprises.

"Sir, if you won’t go to the Duke's Manor to find Lord Xiahou, then who else can you look for?" the old servant driving the carriage asked in confusion.

Tong Yujin and two maids returned to the Changxing Prefecture office as dusk fell. After hastily preparing a pot of noodles, they ate and got ready to rest.

As she turned these thoughts over in her mind, she caught sight of a low, broad building ahead, with a small open ground before its doors. Many weapons were arranged there, making it look like a martial training field.

She had long wanted to scold her like this. In the past, she’d held her tongue out of deference to her status. But now, with Xuanyuan Fuxue no longer a princess, there was no need to pretend before her any longer.

Besides, even if they happened to pass by, it would be of little use—the enemy belonged to the Akatsuki, and any reinforcements would only add to the casualties.

"That’s what I call my sister, not you—Mo." The Desert Eagle was suddenly raised, its dark muzzle aimed at those golden eyes that could intoxicate the soul.

Though all suspicion was now directed at him, the truth of the matter remained unclear—what if he had some unspeakable reason?

Looking at the full roster of the Divine Throne Pirates that appeared in his mind, Li Yi couldn't help but chuckle. Unknowingly, the crew had grown to seventeen members.

Dabao shook his head; he’d heard his mother mention this younger brother before, whether in phone calls or letters.

"Go home and train properly! Damn, even a student has stamina like that," the security guard muttered in frustration as he watched Ye Tian walk away.

Since the barrier hadn't thrown him out, it didn't seem as formidable as he’d imagined. If he could come and go as he pleased, then there was no need to go to all the trouble of searching for the underground tunnel—passing directly through here was so much easier.

After crippling them, Ye Tian wore a faint smile the entire time, as if he were quite enjoying himself. Then he turned to face the young man.