Chapter 169: The Truth of Everything (Part One)

Everyone grew even more suspicious.
What... what truth?!
Their minds were in complete chaos. Was there any connection between Madam Xin’s bizarre behavior and Chi Yong’s strange actions over the past couple of days?!
The county constables fared slightly better. Yang Yuanyi already wore a deep, pensive expression as he said, "The fact that Madam Xin went completely out of character yesterday to quarrel with Chi Yong shows that Chi Yong has done something this time that even the current her cannot endure. This matter probably has nothing to do with—"
Hearing these words, Mei Yang found it quite amusing, yet she dared not laugh out loud. She could only suppress her mirth, her shoulders trembling continuously.
When it came to one's own son, a mother’s heart inevitably leaned toward partiality; even the Empress could not escape this common frailty, leaving Lin Xiuan with a deep sense of empathetic sorrow.
Traces of disbelief remained on Chu Yuan’s face, his eyes wide and staring. A rattling "ho-ho" sound escaped his throat, and blood continuously flowed from his neck.
The four corners of the space were inlaid with night-pearls, while various exotic, luminous gems hung from above, bathing the interior of the carriage in a soft, warm, hazy, and ethereal glow.
The chaotic turmoil in Huanhua's heart made Jinglan, held in her arms, somewhat uneasy. The little girl twisted her body restlessly, pressing her lips together in a grievance that threatened to bring her to tears.
"Lady Xia and Wang Man have both been encoffined. The rooms in Pine Garden have been barely tidied up, but I'm afraid they won't be fit for living in for a while..." Lin Dayi reported one detail after another.
"Has someone actually come in?" A hoarse, low, and aged voice emanated from that "mummified corpse."
Song Yanyan thought of Grandpa Huo. That was right; she must not grow soft-hearted at this moment, nor let all her previous efforts go to waste. With this thought, Song Yanyan ruthlessly pulled her hand away from Huo Shangning’s grasp. He had not been holding it very tightly to begin with, so she was able to break free with just a slight exertion of force.
When leopards smelled a large amount of musk, they would become abnormally frenzied. Wang Man had spared no expense precisely to lure this leopard away and drive it into an uncontrollable, frantic state.
Wang Zhaojun appeared in the room in disarray. She bumped into the physician upon entering without even noticing, rushing straight inside. Seeing her father and elder uncle present with grave expressions, a sudden sense of impending doom gripped her heart.
Although the sprites in the real world could synchronize their leveling up with the data sprites in the game, and vice versa, there were still many differences compared to the game world.
Ye Xuan pondered that this was likely due to his cultivation being at the Great Saint realm, placing his life level far beyond anything beneath the Saint realm.
The number of these netherworld soldiers was immense. Several minutes had already passed while we spoke and observed, yet the scene of the underworld troops borrowing the path had still not ended. Judging by sight, the number of ghostly soldiers marching past us had already exceeded three thousand.
Yan Wanyin knew there was no way she could refute this anymore. After all, this lass possessed a sharp tongue, and as the saying went, even a fierce tiger would not eat its own cubs—her mother must have had her reasons for doing so. When all was said and done, weren't all these faults her own?
Poor Chenchen’s mother was gone, and the father before her eyes had been replaced with a different soul; in truth, both of her real parents were already gone.
Yet, after all, she was no match for sheer numbers. The big-eyed thug even tried several times to flip up Xiuying’s white robe with his sword. Xiuying was filled with shame and indignation, dealing with him in a fluster while waiting for the right moment. Spotting an opportunity, she executed a scissor-kick, sending the tip of the man's sword clattering down to pierce the ground.
Yan Qianqing chuckled softly, unbothered, and walked side-by-side with him, only pausing casually whenever something novel caught her eye along the way.
Looking at the man before her who had already done his utmost, Yang Qin silently reined in the heartache within her. She knew his status was fixed right there, and nothing was within his control.
That night at the pleasure house, she had resisted to the death, choosing without the slightest hesitation to leap from the building and seek a final release... yet unexpectedly, she had run into a deeply devoted couple.
After all, the buzz outside regarding the battle between Baili Yuan and Pang Ji had not yet died down. Baili Yuan, a probationary crest-bearer who could fight a junior crest-bearer to a standstill, had become a figure of much acclaim—a "genius" in the true sense of the word.
Chu Xiao’s words almost made Ashina Kanqing, hidden among the troops, applaud in approval. Little did he know that this remark struck right at the deepest pain in Ashina Kanqing’s heart.