Chapter 79: The Resolve of Yunshuang (Part Two)

The full name of Aunt Hua’s third daughter-in-law is He Shuya. She married into Hua’s family the year before last. Yunshuang remembers her as a shy and gentle woman; every time Yunshuang saw her, she would smile timidly. Previously, when the original mistress was too ill to get out of bed, He Shuya often came over with Aunt Hua to care for her and her two children. Just for the kindness she’d shown them in the past, Yunshuang couldn’t refuse this favor. Moreover, she was such a good woman.

“Doctor Wang, don’t tell me so much—I won’t understand anyway. Just tell me, when will His Majesty wake up?” Zhang Jing caught the gravity in Wang Qingyao’s words. Realizing his entire fortune and life depended on the emperor, he grew anxious.

Madam Zhang waited anxiously by the second gate, watching as the servants carried in Jin Zhiyang, hair disheveled, gaunt as a skeleton. She flung herself onto him, sobbing uncontrollably with heartbreak.

As he spoke, his eyes reddened faintly, his expression filled with resolve and madness. Chang Yu’s heart jolted; instinctively, he sensed something was amiss, but couldn’t immediately put his finger on it.

Lord Runan and Cheng Ke didn’t return to the residence until late. Cheng Ke went back to Qinglian Courtyard, kicked off his boots, and flopped onto the couch, limbs sprawled, letting out a contented sigh.

“Because I suspect you’re a harbinger of disaster—major events always seem to involve you,” Shui Jian Yue replied, clearly displeased.

The household guards from the Jingbei Prince’s residence, whip in hand, paced back and forth in front of the porridge tent. Seeing someone willing to yield, they no longer paid heed.

The voice echoed beneath the rafters. Third Uncle’s shouting might have a special technique; those at the front didn’t feel the sound was harsh, while those at the back could still hear clearly.

Earlier, she’d used a touch of enchantment, hoping Chang Lin would lift her onto his shoulder, but it only led to the two of them putting on a grand performance. Now, she couldn’t bring herself to speak of it, but her heart still yearned to see it happen, so she vented all her frustration onto Chang Lin.

Because she retained some hazy memories of the plot, Shui Jian Yue sometimes made nearly prophetic judgments and actions—the most obvious being when she told Chief Inspector Baima to prepare the helicopter ahead of the Tokyo Tower incident.

“I don’t know. Lately, I just feel more and more sleepy, and can’t help wanting to doze off!” Long Jie answered, eyes still heavy with sleep.

Hua Jiu smiled; she was genuinely surprised at Tanihua’s willingness to compromise, having expected her to stubbornly hold her ground.

Wang Shifang rushed forward, striking without reservation. The Dark Moon Sword soared skyward, killing towards Ronin Li like a phantom.

What truly shocked them, however, were the news from Nanyang. Zhang Baiji and Zhang Miao hadn’t conquered Nanyang, which directly affected their own situation.

And Lu Mengmeng, that silly girl, actually had a solid foundation. Carrying her on her back and enduring double the strain was no problem—she truly had the makings of a martial artist.

Jun Yan agreed. Meanwhile, the black gold light on Big Brother reached the limit of what he could bear, occupying his entire chest. Then, a huge shadow appeared around him, indistinct and impossible to discern.

The two formed a pincer movement: one above, one below; one inside, one outside. Qing Yunzi occasionally opened his eyes to glance at his uniquely untalented disciple, while Ji Lingsheng remained motionless, like a corpse.

“I want you to come back, but what about your company?” Qiao Qiao had seen firsthand how busy Xia Shiguang was during that week in Country Y. If she left, wouldn’t the newly founded company collapse?

That night, Xia Shiguang sat sleepless on the villa’s living room sofa. Perhaps it was because she’d slept too much during the day, she thought. Surely, it was because she’d slept too much during the day.

“It’s not easy to withdraw the Qi army. In single combat, I’m evenly matched with Guan Yu—neither of us can best the other. If it weren’t for holding advantageous terrain, the Qi army might have tried to force an attack!” Zhao Yun sighed.