Chapter 44: Family Letter

This year, seeing that everything was finally taking a turn for the better, and with the consent of Xu Ying and Lan'er's parents, the two families began preparing for Tao Bin and Lan'er's wedding. They planned to get married within the year so that Xu Ying could become a grandmother by the next.

Pan Changlin and a few others also sipped their tea in silence. Ever since Jiang Xinghui's appearance, they had all picked up on certain subtle cues. On the surface, Pan Changlin appeared to be the leader of their group, but in reality, Xiao Tao called all the shots. Since Xiao Tao chose to remain silent, they naturally refrained from talking too much.

In the past, they had thought deep affection was merely an ordinary aspect of married life. As time went on, however, it had somehow become a luxury today. Though such warm moments were undeniably brief, for Yuan Lili, every extra minute—nay, every extra second—was worth holding onto.

No matter how squalid the place called "Crimson Intoxication" might be, it had ultimately left Lian Cheng with a tiny fraction of fond memories. Anything connected to the name Jiang Chen was bound to be beautiful.

Yalicode had no desire to cause the system any losses just to satisfy her own self-willed demands. Compared to those fleeting passersby who merely greeted one another with a smile, even though they were all human, Yalicode now considered the system far more important. Even if her companion was not human, long-term companionship easily fostered deep attachment.

From beneath the red bridal veil, Cheng Yang caught sight of the red lantern lying shattered on the ground. Had she been even a fraction of a second later, the falling lantern would have struck her; while perhaps not fatal, it certainly would have left her injured.

It was the Second Young Master Peng who had coerced him into the impersonation. He had given him a set of clothes belonging to the eldest son of the Du family, telling him that he and the eldest Du son were of similar build, and instructed him to go with them.

Much later, many years afterward, upon finally seeing that diary, Tang Da burst into roaring laughter, realizing once again that he had been deceived.

Back up in the mountain stronghold, she had been assigned to Mu Yang. Had it not been for Mu Yang's covert protection over the years, she could never have practiced martial arts in secret, nor would she have been able to find the evidence to seek open and righteous vengeance today. She had simply... grown accustomed to it.

If he were to style his hair and wear a pair of black colored contact lenses, he could almost pass for the real thing. Even someone as astute as Leng Zimo would likely fail to recognize him as an imposter at first glance.

"However, based on my interactions with Chunyu He, she doesn't seem to have any memories of the twenty-first century at all," Wild Brother said, shaking his head.

"If the creatures surrounding us were a pack of wolves, I would be hacked to pieces by their blades, while you would be stripped naked by them..." Wild Brother's lips curled slightly, but his voice remained ice-cold.

Before the Pope had a chance to throw his second punch, he took a strike from Wang Lingfeng. The blow looked completely ordinary, like a gentle push, yet it sent the Pope stumbling backward across several paces.

Yan Yue submitted to their styling in an almost numb state, a nameless reluctance churning endlessly in her heart. Her wedding night shouldn't have been like this—there was no wedding ceremony, no bridal gown, and no boisterous teasing of the newlyweds. Yan Yue refused to let such an important day pass by so mundanely; she wouldn't have minded even the tiniest touch of celebration.

"Heh, good, very good. Aside from my father, no one has ever dared to speak to me like that." Old Howard suddenly laughed, followed by a sharp round of applause.

Kanna bowed to them once more before walking over to the chubby count, with Tang Cheng hurrying to keep pace. As he passed them, Tang Cheng puffed out his chest vigorously, silently telling them not to rush, as he would deal with them shortly.

Well, Tang Cheng chose to temporarily ignore Jia'er Ka's bad habit of sacrificing an ugly life in exchange for a pretty one, simply because Tang Cheng wanted to sacrifice both lives instead.

The next instant, the crucifix in Quan Quan's hand finally crashed down, slamming violently against the defensive barrier formed by the intertwining of two distinct forces before Ye Liuyun.

Yet, strangely enough, the Saint Void Palace, the Luo Family of the Ancient Fist Realm, and the Water God Sect chose not to make Quan Quan's relationship with the Guardian of the Western Realm public, maintaining a tacit and uniform silence instead.

Ah Hu and Ah Bao willingly risked their lives for Zhang Lilong not merely because he had saved them—though that was undeniably one of the reasons—but above all, the primary factor that made them devoted followers was the profound sense of loyalty and righteousness embodied in Zhang Lilong.

A soft greeting came from behind. When she turned back to look, she saw Xue Wen standing gracefully at the corner of the vermilion palace wall, waiting for her quietly.

"The child is still waiting at home; it's time to go." With those words, Qiao Qing directly shook off Mo Huasheng's hand and leapt lightly into the air. Finding you too pitiful, she had merely humored you by letting you smell a flower's fragrance, yet turning it into something so intensely romantic and ambiguous felt thoroughly unnatural... Qiao Qing felt she had already given Mo Huasheng plenty of face today.

Had he known that Xiao Yaoyao wielded such immense influence, he should have married her first, seized her power and wealth, and only then dealt with the Xiao family—how much better that would have been!

Jin Shan's sword technique blended softness with unyielding strength, yet Wang Qian merely smiled. As the incoming blade closed in, he offered a faint smile and casually reached out his hand.

Ji You and Imperial Concubine Attendant Mei broke out in a cold sweat, as though the shadow of death hung directly before them, rendering the two of them paralyzed and unable to move for a moment.

"Your Highness the Heir, the Prince and Princess command you to return to the estate immediately!" A servant from the Prince Duan's Manor suddenly rushed over and said to Mo Dongyang.

Faced with that peerlessly beautiful face at such close range, within Xiao Qiaofei's incredulous gaze—close enough to feel each other's breath and heartbeats—she suddenly felt an urge to flee, to run far, far away.

Shen Chongbo was struck with horror, the teacup in his hand slipping from his grasp and shattering on the floor. He stared at Mozhe Nian in utter shock.

At this thought, Liu Aiyuan glared hatefully at Xiao Yaoyao, her eyes blazing with fierce, vicious malice, as if she longed to tear Xiao Yaoyao apart and swallow her flesh raw.

True to its reputation as a warrior nation, as the caravan journeyed onward, battles between different tribes could be witnessed almost everywhere. Some fought out of lingering tribal blood feuds, while others slaughtered each other as supporters of rival princes.

Realizing this, Jiang Yunmo instantly felt that the apple in his hand had lost all its appeal.