Chapter 131: Proud and Aloof

Lin Lu’s heart almost melted. Xu Yancheng was so obedient, so gentle—it truly stirred a deep sense of tenderness.

She held him tightly, on the verge of tears. “I’m not leaving. I won’t go looking for Lu Ting. I’ll stay right here, nowhere else, by your side, keeping you company.”

She patted his back softly, soothing him in a gentle whisper. Only after he had fallen into a deep sleep did she fetch a towel to wipe his face and hands.

After tending to Xu Yancheng...

Though the construction schedule was tight, Liu Hongchang was careful not to assign the work to just anyone. This was not an ordinary building project—it required recreating architecture reminiscent of ancient times.

Wang Yaming smiled and said, “Miss Lanlan took me on a casual stroll around the town. Hey, Mommy, where will you stay tonight? Are you still staying at Uncle Liu’s place?”

Straightening the slightly rumpled hem of her clothes from their earlier playfulness, Lin Yuner cleared her throat and wore a kind smile. With her exceptional professional skills, she was the perfect assistant to Chen Zhe and Chen Yuqi this time.

“Let’s head back to the cave. If we keep hunting now, there won’t be any left after the New Year.” With that, Xie Zizhou took his tools and strode toward the cave. Once everyone entered, there was no sign of Zhao Jingshu. Zhao Weiming and Xie Zizhou dropped the wild game and ran out of the cave one after another, followed by the others.

Upon hearing Jung Soo-jung’s question, Chen Zhe deliberately adopted a solemn demeanor and responded about how full he felt at the moment.

He hadn’t returned to Chancheng today, delaying his schedule. He had to write a letter home, as the master and mistress must be anxiously waiting.

Though she had only lightly shaped her eyebrows and applied a touch of lipstick, it was already stunning.

Jingshu’s eyes filled with surprise as she looked at him. He slowly lifted his gaze and said, “I’ll see you home.” With those few calm words, he rose from the bed.

For this, he had paid the price of estranging himself from the eldest prince. But in the long run, this sacrifice was worthwhile.

After seeing the punishment, Yun Mo couldn’t help but laugh. It seemed this was the greatest protection Cui Jue could offer him.

Lu Chongyu had some wine and, unable to withstand the taunts, agreed without hesitation. Only when settling the bill did he realize the entire cost was three thousand taels of silver.

All three were talented generals, and Zheng Fei was reluctant to let any of them slip away. He had been worried about how to “turn” these three, but now Zhu Wu had given him an opportunity with just one sentence.

The sects in the Ancient Yuan Empire specializing in physical cultivation were indeed formidable in battle. Though their cultivation progressed slowly, they were powerful among peers.

A scout reported that they had searched along the road to Yanggu County and finally found the bridal procession more than thirty miles from Yuzhou City. Pang Wanchun had an injured arm, several others were wounded, but thankfully, the bride was safe and no one had died.

Hualin raised a silver mirror in one hand and a burning talisman in the other. Dozens of warped water mirrors appeared on command, reflecting light from all directions into the swirling black flames, illuminating the surroundings without a hint of darkness, revealing every detail with absolute clarity.

Fan Chaofeng suppressed his excitement and exchanged a respectful salute with Nangong Xueyi. Then, the two returned to their separate rooms.

Dong Bufan shrugged. He understood some of what Zu Hai said, but not everything.

Ye Qiu employed the same method as before, still using the Heavenly Dao Divine Wheel in battle. However, since his divine sword had been shattered once by the opponent previously, this time Ye Qiu had gained combat experience. He maintained the battle longer and severed no fewer than eleven fire dragons before his divine sword was finally broken again.

“Immortal Art—you actually possess the Immortal Art? Wonderful, that’s fantastic!” The young man’s face immediately lit up with excitement.

Yet Su Yimo always felt Yun Xijia was not completely his. He disliked how Yun Xijia often kept a distance from him, just like just now.