Chapter 071: Zhou Jingyi Rebukes Wen Ni: Apologize!

After returning from the matriarch’s meditation chamber, Wen Ni became increasingly convinced that Min Xianshu was the true culprit. She even began to believe that it was Min Xianshu who had caused her mother’s death.

But…

But at present, she had no evidence whatsoever. Surveillance footage was only kept for up to two years, and it had already been ten years since her mother passed away. How could she possibly retrieve the footage from back then? Even if surveillance had existed at the time, the perpetrator would never have allowed any incriminating recordings to remain.

Wen Ni barely slept a wink that night.

The next morning.

She had just come downstairs when she saw Min Xue sitting in the living room, chatting with Min Xianshu.

At the sight of Min Xue, Wen Ni was reminded of those days when she had been bullied under Min Xue’s lead.

Wen Ni took a deep breath and was just about to leave when—

“All right.” Qianyu interrupted Conan, his expression tinged with helplessness. “Just focus on your recovery. You’ll be discharged in a few days. Until then, stay put and rest properly in the hospital.” With that, he took Haibara’s hand and left the room.

The first problem was the lack of definitive proof regarding Xie Siqi’s biological relationship with Xie Zhenghe. This was the most crucial point.

Meanwhile, Aunt Wu, seeing the glinting blade coming straight for her, was so terrified she lost control of her bladder. She instinctively shut her eyes, awaiting death’s arrival. She hadn’t expected that, just as the masked figure was about to strike, the blade would suddenly be withdrawn. Opening her eyes in confusion, she found another person had appeared before her.

None of the monks dared to move recklessly; two among the four leading figures exchanged glances, showing not fear but mutual understanding. In that instant, the force of many great paths surged toward the five of them, overwhelming as a tidal wave.

Even someone as cold as Allen was deeply influenced by a sense of belonging, treating Blackstone Town as his home. Adam suspected Allen’s acceptance was due to his guardian-like nature, making him more receptive to such ideals.

Whenever her slender, snow-white legs alternated as she walked, certain parts would be tugged, causing her to furrow her brows and suck in a sharp breath.

Only now did he realize that the thirty-six Celestial Techniques were far more profound and powerful than the seventy-two Earthly Skills.

Clared issued the order with a roar; his final words were meant for Adam and the swordsman. Adam merely smiled, unconcerned, while the swordsman’s face flushed with embarrassment.

It had only taken a single exchange: the Lion Gang’s first battle god, ranked among the top ten fighters in Flame Engine City, was sent flying by a kick from the young man before him. The dramatic scene drew gasps from everyone in the hall.

After Leng Yiyi’s death, she spent several years aboard the ship, preying on bandits and villains and drawing no attention. At thirty-five, still youthful and beautiful, she faked her death by drowning to avoid suspicion.

With her skills, embroidering a pair of mandarin ducks frolicking in water or twin lotuses on one stalk should have been no challenge.

In fact, when he first came to He Wan’s side, she had bullied him often, making him do this and that. Even now, Jiang Che had developed a fine tradition of cooking.

“The matter with Shopkeeper Ning is rather tricky—it’ll likely take at least another month,” Bai Ji replied.

Upon hearing Xiao Fangzhuo’s words, Cang Changfeng glanced at him. Liu Ci ignored him, continuing to chat and smile with Daniu’s family.

He Wan’s smile became enigmatic as she spoke. Jiang Che blinked, unable to grasp what she meant by “talking about feelings.”

“Please, everyone, look at this dog’s tongue,” Lin Ran said, seriously pointing to two works.

In those days, though great emperors were few, there was more than one. Carefree fought three emperors alone without defeat, later aiding the heavens in seizing the Tao, plunging the world into three millennia of darkness and chaos. He battled the demon ancestor “Wufa” for ten days and nights, losing only to a single strike that scattered his soul, returning him to nature.

The ambitious fat man was fuming, his whiskers bristling, but what infuriated him most was the lecherous old man’s slyness—not his generosity, but the way he waited for the fat man to raise the bid before topping it by just a thousand, deliberately making things difficult.

No one dared stand in the way. Even the best chef, Chef Kong, was forced to teach the young madam how to cook. When he suggested adding a spoonful of salt or sugar, everyone saw her heap a ladle full into the dish.

After Hua Qiangu spoke, she took the flower basket from Lin Yang and led him toward her home.

To her surprise, the person before her was Sakurai Airi, the very one Yamauchi Haruki had previously betted on and claimed had confessed to him.

Perhaps a few years ago, he would have handled things as a king ought to, but thanks to Zhang Li’s interference, his kingdom was now in name only. The blow had been tremendous, and he had lost the decisiveness befitting a king.

The Japanese planes, pursued by the National Salvation Army’s fighters, had no chance of escape—one after another, they were shot down.

After speaking, Yudie, like Man Shengsheng, felt her words were a bit pretentious and pressed her lips together in embarrassment.

Su Gu picked up the clothes slung over the back of the soft, ivory-white wooden chair and tossed them unceremoniously at Bei Zhai’s face—an out-and-out slacker.

With a thunderous crash, the front door was kicked open. Bloodshot eyes, blazing with fury, stared at the two figures frozen in their fighting stances.

Li Ying turned in shock, about to ask Su Su if breaking the standoff was wise, but Su Su lashed out with a water whip, leaving a bloody mark on Li Ying’s face. Prince Qiao moved to intervene, but one of Ye Yu’s special forces men erected a golden wall, trapping Prince Qiao inside.

Her curiosity about the village, perhaps fueled by boredom, compelled her to wander and explore.

The lunchbox slipped from Ling Fei’s hands to the floor. Her feet left the ground as her throat was clamped tight; at that moment, she could utter no sound.

“Yes,” the two young maids behind her answered and quickly left. Both were no more than twelve or thirteen, purchased by Ghost Prison along with the house, gifted by the previous owner. Ghost Prison, worried that Leng Xue couldn’t manage Fanghua alone, kept them on—along with a few house servants. Only after they left did Fanghua speak.

“Have you ever thought that Yun Qian’s situation is rather sudden?” Wen Xin stopped and looked at him intently.

“Are you really my master?” Luo Wusheng stared closely at the ancient jade with the ghostly mask, so near that Night Qingjue beside her, filled with jealousy, brusquely pulled Luo Wusheng a little further away.

A click sounded, and the mask on Su Mu’s face shattered under the force of the blast, revealing her delicate features.

“Cheng Qian, will you obey your mother or not?” Cao Ruyan demanded, assuming all the authority of a mother.