Chapter 75: Would You Believe It?

Six years ago, during that upheaval, she had fallen into the water just like this. The water rushed into her nose and mouth, rendering her unable to call for help. The heavy feeling of suffocation slowly drew out her soul bit by bit, and the breath of death drew ever nearer...

Her whole body was numb, offering no resistance at all, so the lake's surface soon returned to calm.

But immediately after, another scream pierced the air, accompanied by splashes—Su Yi had fallen in as well.

...

Mu Yu, who had personally orchestrated this scheme, wasted no time in following the clues, apprehending the innkeeper of the Wanli Family Inn, Fourth Young Master Bao of the Great Tong Bank, and even two servants—one tall, one stout—under Yan San's employ.

Cao Chong stared blankly at Quan Chengxu, his lips twitching as he stamped his foot and turned into the house. Not long after, he emerged, fuming, and handed Quan Chengxu a paper bag.

"Your Highness, we Portuguese have long maintained relations with Ming. Our friendship is the sincerest," Luo Lang replied, unwilling to fall behind.

At this, Situ Fenghua's expression changed completely. Though the Third Prince held little sway at court, a prince was still a prince—who would dare stand in his way? Mu Qingya strode out of the Zhao family home, boarded her carriage, and left in grand style.

Lei Sheng was met with another barrage of concentrated laser projections, along with an onslaught from hundreds of fearless guards of the Floodgate City.

Compared to their last meeting, she had grown much more haggard. Her eyes were ringed with thick dark circles, her complexion pale—almost unnaturally so, as if dusted with powder, white and unreal. Mikko appraised her, oblivious to the tense atmosphere brought about by Irene's arrival.

Though his words were somewhat lacking in spirit, they revealed Yan Ming's loyalty. For Hua Nengyue to have such a devoted right hand was indeed a blessing. The two uncles laughed; if the other four had still been here, they would witness the young master regain his vigor and revive the Hua family—what a wonderful thing that would be.

"What’s wrong?" Uncle Zhen asked patiently, his gaze gentle and full of concern as he looked at Mikko.

Mu Ao Xue gritted her gleaming teeth, producing a squeaking sound. Remembering what she’d done by the deep pond earlier, a faint blush crept onto her icy, delicate face. Glancing at the slender figure ahead, a surge of anger rose in her heart.

Hearing Lin Xiao’s indifferent voice suddenly echoing in his consciousness, the man in the red robe shuddered inexplicably, a vague unease stirring within him. Yet he swiftly convinced himself it was nothing more than Lin Xiao’s final struggle.

Zhao Heng returned home without stopping to rest, panting as he entered the living room. He found both his parents there, even his sister Zhao Jing, whom he hadn’t seen in ages, but his grandparents were absent.

In the seventh year, while you were chopping bamboo in the forest, a black-and-white beast startled you. Fleeing in panic, you were caught and lost half your left foot to its bite, leaving you with a limp.

Though Zhang Yiyun knew well how wealthy and powerful the Wu family was, such a valuable, prestigious sports car was nothing but a drop in the ocean to them.

Lu Zhi was now somewhat regretful, blaming himself for his recklessness, for daring to act so imperiously at such a moment.

"Ah, I didn’t perform well! Scored less than ten points below first place." This was what Tang Aijun told him—the county's top scorer was Ying Xiaoming! Xiao Weidong shook his head and sighed, yet nearly everyone who heard the news exclaimed in surprise.

The four of them exchanged smiles, none taking Zhao Yang’s words seriously. They went below to settle the soldiers; the sky was gloomy today and might bring heavy rain.

About ten seconds later, Du Chengxiang moved. I thought he would go wild, so I had already prepared my weapon.

After a while, Zhang Rong entered with a thick stack of land deeds, accompanied by a man in his fifties, dressed in gray linen clothes—clearly the steward of the household or someone of similar standing.