Chapter 85: Where Is My Daughter-in-law?

Shen Liangyan had no idea what Wen Han was scheming. Yet Xu Yu, having resisted once, would never sit back and wait for doom a second time. However, he was unaware of Wen Han’s terms.

“Will you go, sister? If this episode surpasses a hundred million views and our followers increase by three million, I’ll grant your resignation. How about it?”

Xu Yu sneered. “The fans are at their peak…”

“Paladins? What are they doing here?” Paladins! Chen Xing should have realized it sooner; apart from the Church of Light, which other power on the Radiant Sun Continent could command such a force? Rumor had it that no organization could rival the collective combat strength of the Paladins—though whether it was true remained uncertain.

“I appreciate your practical attitude,” Master Ma Si said with a satisfied smile. After a pause, he continued, “The wedding will be held today. Take the son-in-law away; the others, escort them back to the cells.” With that, the bamboo sedan let out a melodious creak and drifted away.

“Sixty years have passed, yet Yan Shisan remains as domineering, as defiant of fate, as monstrous as ever!” murmured an elder semi-ancestor, unable to suppress a gasp.

“This…” Li Zhilong was lost for words. With Luo Qiang absent, everything should fall under senior disciple Wang Jun’s command. But Brother Long could not bear to see his comrades sent to their deaths for nothing. The police equipment he and Luo Qiang had borrowed was nowhere near enough to make a difference.

Xiao Ying, supporting the fourth lady with one hand and wrapping the other around my waist, snorted coldly. “No need for your warning. We have eyes.” With that, she turned back toward the stone wall behind us.

Looking at his old treasured blade, Luo Qiang watched as it once again saw the light of day. It seemed that fate’s designs could not be defied; the blood debts of his previous life were too heavy, and this life was meant for atonement—though righteous deeds were an exception.

Lan Zhenghao’s words echoed those of Yan Dongyang, and the matter was settled. Everyone dispersed to begin their tasks.

“You all keep training. I have business with your Captain Tang,” Lin Tian called to the Dragon Fury squad, then hefted Tang Ya and strode toward the dormitories.

It seemed this was the highest authority Xiao Long could muster—for as for the capital, the true powers there would never personally intervene.

Along the way, they passed many servants, all lowering their heads at the sight of Lu Zhan, not daring to look at them. Not until they reached the bedroom door did he finally slam it shut, turning to toss her onto the soft, thin quilt.

Inside the music parlor, the merchants had long since departed; only Li Niang remained, pleading with the steward. When Cheng Yi rushed in and saw Li Niang’s desperate supplication, his heart ached. He hurried forward to help her up.

Yi Yi followed her parents back to the sleeper car, knowing she would not escape a round of questioning and admonishment.

Faced with such a situation, Xie Wujie felt a headache coming on. He truly did not know how best to handle matters.

He thought of those twin sisters who, in the original story, had perished body and soul, yet now lived unharmed among the Shennong—a fact that filled Long Han with poignant emotion.

Two of Ma Shu’s personal guards, dispatched to Jiangning, rushed back to camp and reported at once. Ma Shu’s face changed dramatically as he listened to their account.

“No need, Father-in-law. I was lucky to catch some fish today and only wanted to bring them for you and Mother-in-law. I’m not here to take anything,” Chen Huayun said, blushing furiously.

After the New Year, Yu Qing made a decision: she would join Liao Shishan on the southern campaign. Hadn’t Gu Fang said it? She could change the fate of those around her.

Huizhou City was in chaos. The plague of rats had thrown the populace into terror. Though the sick had been driven to the eastern quarter, when the rabbit dies, the dog is slaughtered; most were ordinary folk—who could say they wouldn’t be next?

At their last briefing, Tang Wei’s team had clearly stated that Huo Yuan had returned to his room.

The prefect was the highest official in town, and now his only son had been murdered—how could this be tolerated?