Chapter 36: Cold Heart, Cold Spirit

Nanny You overheard these words and shot a sharp, icy glare in their direction.

She hurried through the veranda and arrived at a small side courtyard of the palace, where the sun was shining brightly. It was a secluded garden belonging to the Yuyao Palace, lush with trees in the summer—a perfectly comfortable spot that offered both warm sunlight and cool shade. Lu Shuyao was sitting in the courtyard, basking in the sun; she did not seem particularly moved by the news. She recalled that in her previous life, Shen Ruoshuang had also been granted a significant rank, but in the end...

There were three monks. The leader had a fleshy face with a three-inch-long scar running across his left cheek like an earthworm. It looked incredibly hideous, adding an aura of ferocity to his brutish appearance.

"Brother Lin Yi, with this half of the map, we have almost found the final location. When shall we set off?" asked one of the other two men.

It turned out he had been hiding on the roof of the council hall, wielding seven limbs and wreaking havoc.

"Whether one regrets it or not, one can only know after experiencing it," Ding Jingxi said, quickly following in Ao Xingchu's footsteps.

"Fei'er, where are you hurt? Why do you need to take medicine?" Shangguan Honglie asked with some anxiety.

Ten minutes later, they finally reached their destination: Dawson’s residence in the Jing'an Garden villa district on the outskirts of the city. They saw police cars parked outside, and a short, stout officer was gesturing by one of the vehicles.

Xiao Lin saw the situation clearly and let out a sigh of relief. Whatever they were here for, as long as they weren't here to arrest him, it was fine. Xiao Lin hurried out to welcome the four, and upon seeing him, they all wore the smiles of old friends reuniting.

"It seems its strength is not weak..." The pale blue eyes slowly approached, and at last, their true form became clear.

"I’m sorry, I don't want to blow this out of proportion, so I won't let them find this place!" Master Whip threw his long whip into the sky with all his might. The whip elongated in the air, then curled into a large circle.

While the soldier caught his breath, Lu Shuangyang took out a spiritual object and consumed it to recover his profound energy.

Wu Tong hesitated in his heart... He certainly saw the problems with Jiangbei High School, but the situation now was that Lin Daxiong had already played two full quarters and was exhausted. If he were subbed in now, the fourth quarter would be a total loss.

Zhang Ruofeng returned to the arena, and the team members, who had been separated by Zhou De’s bodyguards and staff, quickly ran over.

However, he believed that the influence of the Hong Kong and Taiwan entertainment circles would eventually return to their proper place. The mainland was vast and rich in talent, and one day, they would reclaim their lost ground.

As for Zhang Ruofeng, Wang Yuan, and Ouyang Nanbin, in truth... there was no impact at all. They were not public figures in the broad sense, and the slanderous attacks were not aimed at them, so nothing would come of it in the end. From beginning to end, they were merely human background props.

Zhang Ruofeng flipped through the documents. It was clear that the state now viewed him as a positive model for the youth of the nation, hoping to use him to correct certain social trends while inspiring other young people to strive for excellence.

Auntie Chen did not object further, merely urging Ding Ling to finish her meal and then focus on her studies, and to wait until after ten o'clock to play with the cats and dogs.

"Who let you in! Get out!" Situ Yan frowned, grabbing a bath towel nearby to cover himself as he walked forward to shut the door.

If she stayed, even if Nangong Yaoling believed her, would Nangong Zhongli let her go? Would Situ Yan let Nangong Yaoling go?

I nodded noncommittally. "Of course." It still had to guard the house for me; who would bring a ticking time bomb home?

I didn't know much about this, but judging by the name, it was just marten fur. But what was a marten? Yuanbao’s image immediately popped into my head.

With a click, the bedroom plunged into darkness. Just as Wen Yang lay down, Yin Lange, like a startled bird, suddenly lifted his head from Wen Yang's embrace, his sharp eyes piercing through the darkness to stare at him.