Chapter 134: Terminate the Pregnancy and Leave the Zhou Family

Not long after, Wen Ni spotted Min Xianshu already waiting in the art gallery diagonally across the way. A faint smirk tugged at the corner of Wen Ni’s mouth. She watched as Min Xianshu repeatedly checked her phone, only to look around vigilantly after each glance. Wen Ni sipped her tea with composed ease, enjoying the sight of Min Xianshu rushing about the gallery like a headless fly. Suddenly, a knock sounded at the private room door. Wen Ni called out for the visitor to enter. However, the person who stepped inside was Zhou Mingfan. Wen Ni had not expected to run into him here; though she felt a surge of surprise, she kept it well-hidden.

Old Shenyang suppressed a laugh and said, "Put it away for now. None of us will speak of this." The eight guards, however, did not move; they kept their eyes locked on Gao Shou, who held the Seventh Young Master, desperately searching for a chance to intervene. Walking along the main path of Green Willow Villa, Huang Buyi suddenly caught a whiff of floral fragrance in the distance. He looked up to see several peony bushes blooming vividly by the roadside. Upon reaching the headquarters of the Herb Hall, Master Huang sent his young attendant to queue for a few pills. Just as he was about to turn and leave, he inadvertently caught sight of Luo Hao exiting the building. As it turned out, Zhao Lei had been bored at the manor the previous evening and, fearing a night raid by the Nine Luminaries, had gone out alone for some carousing.

"Could all of this be an illusion?" Xu Chen asked in astonishment, staring at the platform beneath his feet, which had turned a brilliant gold like molten bullion. Sizzling heat radiated upward, yet he remained completely unaffected. Wang Zhijun had won a television and a washing machine, while Wang Zhihe had fared less well, receiving only a television and a pile of bedding. "Elder Huang, I have a question: if it is eventually confirmed that this so-called stele is a fake, how will you answer to your superiors?" Tang Xiaoxiao struck directly at the heart of the matter, voicing the very anxiety weighing on Elder Huang’s mind. This single sentence froze the entire venue to the core, and everyone stared at Lu Yun as if he were a monster. Remembering how she had teased Mo Jianchen the day before, she was eager to see his reaction once he realized he had been deceived. Compared to the profound internal energy of the "Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hand" Cheng Kun, Zhou He’s own energy was depleted after only a few exchanges.

Hearing Xiaohou Muqing speak this way, He Lingfeng, who had been silent on the side, felt a flicker of displeasure, his mood growing even heavier. At this moment, Wei Mengchen announced his departure, explaining that he intended to take his wife to travel for a while. He assured the group they would return in half a year to settle down and become official honorary elders.

"Ahem." The host coughed to remind the three, who were gossiping without restraint. It was no secret that General Mu had such a father; though they were legally estranged, blood ties could not be severed. Cheng Yi had intended to befriend her, but after being ignored once, she decisively gave up. "You..." Mo Jianchen was choked with anger but could say nothing more, as he still needed her help. Gradually, the Triangular Star was divided into three nations: Red, Yellow, and Blue—the current Great Red Kingdom, Great Blue Kingdom, and Great Yellow Kingdom. While riding his horse, Zhao Han rested his head on Consort Li’s fragrant shoulder and whispered a question. "I... I’m fine..." Mo Jianchen clutched his forehead and spoke with a trembling voice. Despite his words, his face was twisted in agony. "Hahaha! A fitting death! You are next! This is the price for your meddling!" The dark aura on Xin Shang’s face grew faint, yet his presence intensified, like the final, brilliant flare of a dying man.

With that, the caller hung up. Zhan Bai took a breath, tossed the phone aside, and slammed his foot on the accelerator. Taken completely by surprise, Ximen Jinlian was thrown backward, collapsing heavily into her seat. "What? Golden-threaded red jade?" In an instant, the crowd surged forward. Even Lin Zheng and his wife, who had been studying the raw stone, could not resist crowding in. Those who managed to squeeze to the front caught a glimpse of the polished surface and gasped in collective shock.