Chapter 43: Yet That Person Was There Amidst the Dim Lights

Tang Yu said to Lady Cai, “Since it’s been confirmed that all the ministers are safe, please return at once and inform the Prime Minister’s wife and the other ladies that they may go home and rest. I shan’t see you off. Eunuch Feng, ensure you escort the lady out of the palace properly.”
Lady Cai, who had been so anxious, felt her heart finally settle at Tang Yu’s words. She thought to herself, perhaps she had wrongly accused His Majesty earlier; though he had his shortcomings, he was, after all, the emperor.

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Upon entering the room, he was momentarily taken aback. When he recognized the person drinking tea under the lamplight, he called out in delight.
At that moment, the fierce bird extended its talons and seized Wu Qian. Wu Qian, regaining his senses and realizing he was caught, immediately summoned his Stone Armor technique, attempting to break free from the creature’s grasp. However, the bird’s strength was overwhelming; Wu Qian could not budge in the slightest.
Hearing these words, Chen Junmei felt a warmth blossom in her heart and buried her head deep into Wu Qian’s chest. The two embraced, feeling as though nothing in the world could trouble them any longer—there remained only endless sweetness and happiness.
The simple-minded giant, Li Bufan, closed his eyes, picturing Qing Tie in his mind. For some reason, he felt a profound sense of familiarity with Qing Tie, as though there was something he ought to know—yet it was as if a thin veil separated him from the truth, impossible to pierce.
Why, when the world is cold and the earth is frozen, do I feel as though I’m standing in a vast, snowy wasteland? I saw Wen Feiyu—or rather, I saw the silhouette of Wen Feiyu’s back.
Du Wanting forced a slightly awkward smile and said, “You are too polite, Master Liu.” With that, she too drained her cup.
The Eight-Trigram Blade pierced his body; under the moonlight, blood blossomed forth, casting a sinister gleam. The scene was etched into Xu Yang’s heart, never to be forgotten for the rest of his life.
Seeing the astonishment on He Xiangdong and Chen Peng’s faces, Ye Zifeng sheepishly wiped his nose, trying to hide his embarrassment.
“What did you say? What skirt?” Qiao Yu, who had been sitting leisurely in the center of the courtyard enjoying tea and pastries without a trace of concern, suddenly sprang from his chair. His eyes glared angrily at Ah Sheng, his face twisted in fury.
“Very well—” Pei Zhen glanced at the sky and gestured at the torrential rain overhead. “The heavens bear witness. I ask you only this: do you truly feel remorse, or have you never cared for life at all, leaving it all to fate?” Pei Zhen’s question was anything but simple, and Wen Feiyu responded with a heavy nod.
Just as Song Zhiyu and Yun Mengxue were inwardly marveling at the exquisite architecture, they were informed that the rite for the souls could now begin.
Wang Fen stole a glance at Guan Yan’s expression and continued, “Have you given any thought to what we discussed last time, as brothers?”
The emperor walked forward slowly, arriving at the boundary. On the right side of the stone wall was a hand-shaped imprint; the emperor pressed his palm against the mark.
Riding the glass elevator, Su Han followed the attendant up to the thirtieth floor. The restaurant was indeed magnificent—the ceiling soared above, adorned with several enormous silver and diamond chandeliers that shimmered with rainbow hues beneath the lights. The gilded decorations on either side created the illusion of entering a palace.
“Then you’ll just have to bear it,” Ding Meilin uttered coldly, leaving the bedroom without a trace of warmth, even letting the door slam on her way out.
“I would never sell, not under any circumstances. But, Brother Mu, if your offer is high enough, I could be persuaded to wager with you again,” Liu Wuxian replied.
She wore a simple outfit, yet radiated an inexpressible serenity and elegance. Especially striking was the amethyst chain at her waist, which matched the mask she wore. Under the lights, this set only heightened her mysterious allure.
After wandering for some time, Long Tianyi finally arrived at a place and stopped. Glancing at the plaque to his left, he read: Guiyijia Auction House Headquarters.
As Sarga finished speaking, the other three second-tier merchant guilds burst out laughing. The Kaijis Guild ranked among the lowest three, and in their eyes, such a guild hardly deserved to exist at all.