Chapter 105: Lin Yuzhi More Vicious Than a Stepmother

Lin Yuzhi deliberately emphasized the word "special," dragging the final syllable long and heavy.

"Yes!" came a loud and excited response from the crowd below.

Especially from Shen Wanru and the Gu siblings, who hadn’t been invited but shamelessly insisted on attending the wedding, their voices were the loudest.

All eyes were fixed on Ruan Mianmian, filled with schadenfreude and the thrill of watching a spectacle, without even a hint of concealment.

In truth, many were curious about this newly prominent member of the Qi family.

Tonight, he wore a simple black suit, an unremarkable style, yet on him, it carried a breathtaking beauty that stirred the heart.

Li Zhe saw that Chen Haoran decisively gave up the attack, and with a swift motion, his hands became a streak of light aiming for Chen Haoran’s chest.

After revealing the cruel truth, Xue Meng’s attitude would undoubtedly be a hundred times colder than this, perhaps even more.

Li Rui kept recounting the little moments between the two at school, hoping to provoke Qianqian, yet Qianqian lay calmly on the bed, motionless, reminding her of her brother’s appearance—five long years since he last woke.

Liu Mu’s grasp of economics was poor; these terms were only shallow knowledge accumulated over the years.

To be honest, seeing his father so absent-minded and dazed stirred a complex swirl of emotions in his heart—anger, resentment, frustration, and a faint trace of pity.

Leng Xianning let out a light laugh and got off the bed, but after sitting too long, her legs went numb. Ye swiftly reached out to support her, but she pushed him away.

“Give me my clothes, and then stay far away. I don’t ever want to see you again,” Qianqian said firmly, her tone resolute and unwavering. He could only feel his anger flare silently, struggling to suppress it.

The once bustling street was now nearly deserted. Leng Xianning wandered aimlessly step by step, the lonely starlight stretching her shadow long and far.

Ji Yuchen was directly blasted backward, though only pushed away. Yet the ten others nearby also felt the tremors of immense force.

Huang Xuanling struck out angrily, slamming his spear down with great force, knocking the Ice Serpent to the ground. The serpent writhed in pain but after rolling on the ground a few times, it recovered.

Leaving the imperial palace, Fu Yuheng headed in the direction where Ye Zixuan had previously led him out. He remained silent all the way, his mind endlessly turning over the thought: if Shen Yunyou were dead, what could he possibly say to Ye Zixuan?

Prince Rui had already agreed to reconciliation and was even coming to the manor in person to see him? How on earth did Yunyou manage that?

“He said he knows who saved him,” Su Momo clearly caught the hidden meaning in Jason’s words. How could he possibly know? If he did, why wouldn’t he have come to find her?

Yet more than a month passed without a word from Beauty Rong. Instead, news came from the Langya Prince’s mansion that the princess and two other concubines were all pregnant.

“That’s right,” Xu Xian’er smiled, lightly playing with her hair, the smile on her lips growing ever more mischievous.

I was stunned—this was the very question I had been longing to answer. For the sake of offspring, I had sought countless treatments, yet my womb remained stubbornly barren. Could it be… that it wasn’t my fault?

The Empress said indignantly, “I didn’t expect his defenses to be so tight, and mostly staffed by those close to the emperor. The emperor truly values him.” She clenched her fists, clearly feeling helpless about the Second Prince.

Perhaps because of the previous incident, everyone in the manor had grown somewhat wary of Baili Cangming, and this time dared not be as reckless as before.

As the market opened, Yanbei remained enthusiastic about trade. Especially after learning that the maritime route from Wa Country could bring rare treasures to Zhao—whale skin, whale glue, hawksbill turtle shell, eastern pearls—and, of course, silver.

Saying Zhu Yuanzhang wasn’t nervous at this moment would be a lie; anyone would be anxious under such circumstances.

Yet knowing all this, they dared not speak much. After all, who could provoke someone capable of such deeds?