Volume One, Chapter 39: Bringing You Merit

After hearing Lily’s explanation, the last trace of affection in An Mengyu’s heart vanished, her tone turning icy cold as frost.
“I’ve already had someone investigate. Your mother’s uremia was only recently diagnosed. Although your brother has some debts, they’re not significant, and he’s always been paying them off on his own.”
Huangfu Rou eyed the “person” before her—if one could even call her that. Her movements were swift and precise; it took but a single glance to recognize her as a true expert. Not one to underestimate her opponent, Huangfu Rou drew her sword as soon as the woman attacked and thrust it toward her.
Consort Lan truly possessed the grace of an orchid; though her beauty did not outshine Consort Qi, she was a gentle and enduring kind of lovely. Now, with her pregnancy, she seemed all the more dignified and enchanting. Sheng Mingzhu admired her quiet detachment from palace intrigues, yet she couldn’t help but recall her own tragic loss of a child, and sorrow welled up within her.
But what connection could the Fourth Princess of Northern Liao possibly have with Su Qingwan? This only deepened Sheng Mingzhu’s confusion. She wondered what the princess had been trying to tell her, but the woman still lay in a deep slumber, unlikely to awaken.
“It’s all right, all right. Then let’s entrust this matter to the princess herself. She may as well select a few more reliable attendants to serve her closely.” Xuanyuan Yi had always treated Yanran with the utmost courtesy.
Sheng Mingzhu was taken aback by this answer and turned to look at the young Prince Anjie, who was only eight years old, her shock plain on her face.
Huangfu Rou returned to the mansion and gazed at the familiar bricks and tiles of Green Bamboo Court, her heart heavy. Though she’d grown up here, it never truly felt like home. Home ought to be where family genuinely cared for and loved her, but here, there was only endless suspicion and scheming.
Huangfu Cong leaned against the bedside, watching as Madam Cui wiped her tears again and again. He hated seeing his mother and sister cry most of all; it made him feel powerless, unable to protect those closest to him.
Ling Yiyi was stunned, as was Ling Tianxia; neither could believe their ears. Yiyi was the first to react, jumping up with joy and tugging Gong Nanxing toward their home. Ling Tianxia, still confused, followed after them, and the crowd made its way to the Ling household, bringing the farce at last to an end.
The hatred Jiang Yun bore for Qin Fanghua was no less than that of the Yang family. So long as it meant ridding herself of Qin Fanghua, she’d pay any price—even if it meant Qin Fanghua’s life.
Hu Ye couldn’t help but laugh when he saw this policeman—he looked exactly like the Black movie star Will Smith, and even in the dark, those prominent ears were unmistakable.
In life, there are always things that, when recalled, fill one with deep regret—regret every single time the memory returns.
The success rate Zheng Peng spoke of was so low that Li Linfu felt a chill run down his spine; he didn’t even dare to suggest using the same standards as Consort Hui.
Song Rao’ao, the biological younger brother, was instead largely overlooked by the crowd; they merely greeted him, saying they’d share a proper drink with him once he was married.
“Honey, I…I didn’t mean it that way,” Green Shu stammered, flustered by Zheng Peng’s serious tone, and hurried to explain.
He fought for rebounds, attacked fiercely in the low post, and passed brilliantly to his teammates. In the limited minutes he played, Al Jefferson performed exceptionally well this game.
General Forgottensword’s question was pure disdain. To him, Captain Thunder was still an uncivilized type—even though they’d clashed once before in Asgard, he held him in no regard.
No one had ever achieved such a feat; even mastering a single set of internal arts to perfection was rare.
The mighty General of Tubo, moonlighting as a “bandit” skulking in the shadows, all to secure a promising future for his son.