Chapter Thirty-Three: The Secret Within the Box

Magistrate Ding was utterly bewildered by the current situation. Wait, so who exactly is the murderer? Yun Shuang glanced at Chen Hao and spoke softly, “Young Master Chen, I understand how you feel, but... facts are facts. Besides, doing this won't make Lady Luo happy. When you went upstairs, you must have seen Lady Luo hastily fleeing, didn't you? At that moment, you already had a feeling that she was involved."

When he unfolded it to take a look, his expression instantly darkened, and Quan Yunlang casually handed it to the Prince of Guangling beside him.

Yet, she couldn't see the slightest trace of a young master in him; rather, he truly seemed like nothing more than a bodyguard—an overly timid one at that. If anything about him resembled a young master, it was only his fair skin.

Joan couldn't help but rub her eyes, staring at the thing before her, which at first glance seemed so wicked that, were it to appear in certain cartoons, it would immediately be censored as adult content.

After such a commotion, Lady Zhao felt that all the eyes turning her way bore a faint malice. Instantly, she clenched her sleeves, and for the first time, the usually poised Lady Zhao found herself at a loss for how to react in such a setting.

Seeing Su Fuyao sitting at her bedside, still fanning her, Gong Muying could hardly believe it. She slowly closed her eyes and opened them again.

“Yixuan.” Feng Minghao immediately spotted Feng Yixuan and was about to speak, but Feng Yehua held him back.

Rong Jin observed his expression, thinking he probably just said that in passing and didn’t truly feel “honored.”

A Yan caught some rainwater in her mouth. The icy drops ran down her throat, still tinged with the taste of blood, and her voice, amid the pouring rain, was strikingly cold and clear.

Feng Xinuo was just lost in thought when Mo Tian pulled her into his arms, and a sense of unprecedented security and happiness surged in her heart.

The Emperor sighed deeply, patted her back, handed her to her nursemaid, and then turned away.

At this moment, Xiao Nanlin was sorting out documents for tomorrow’s court session. Because of what had happened during the day, he hadn’t been bluffing when he threatened Ji Mingrui. Suddenly, he heard a knock at the door, which surprised him.

It was precisely because they were at the governor’s residence that, when Aunt Mei went looking for Fang Qiye, she knew exactly where he was but didn’t dare fetch him herself out of consideration for others.

The moment the stench wafted over, Zuo Zai suddenly remembered that morning in the Lyon Forest—the wild boar that had stolen their dropped roast meat had been relieving itself while eating.

An Yixi lay down and burrowed under the quilt, staring at the spot where Fu Liyan’s pillow used to be. Bit by bit, the emptiness and loneliness in her heart was filled.

“All right, then I’ll take these two dishes out for you,” Yuan Yuan said, and carried them to the dining table.

Otherwise, she would simply wait to grow old alone at the manor, for the Fang family would no longer have a Second Madam.

After discussing the matter with Fang Qirui, his opinion was that since what’s done is done, they might as well marry her in.

“But she tended to you for days, and as soon as you woke up, you broke up with her?” Yan Qinqing wasn’t so much sympathetic toward Xiao Yuezhu as she was convinced the latter probably had some latent illness, even if it wasn’t obvious.

The outside was welded shut with iron bars, with an iron door fitted and a lock with the key still hanging. This must have been the renovation Xiao Zexiao had requested.

Thus, facing Li Jing’s lightning-fast assault, Red Plume Star Lord chose to defend with his sword, forcibly blocking the sharp dragon horn.

“Fellow Crow, please wait a moment. I will come out to meet you right away,” Xue Liuyun said, then shut down the spaceship engine, opened the hatch, and stepped out.

“I want to see you next week. You must understand, if we can develop a drug to subdue the virus this time, our reputation in the medical world will soar once again.” With that, without waiting for Shui Qing’er to retort, he hung up.

“And what is this national anthem? Does our Great Tang need a special song of its own?” Emperor Li Er continued to ask.