Chapter 22: The Twenty-Second Query

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The predecessor so detested his public exposure, yet eventually let it take its course; there must have been some sort of agreement, one she knew nothing about?
Lan Qi glanced at them as she followed the sound, saying nothing. But on the way back, she inexplicably grew curious, wanting to know the cause of the Eleventh Prince’s death. Since he was still breathing when pulled from the Inner Golden Water River, how did he fall in?
Could she truly be happy, even if she were with someone she did not love? Was this really better than being granted her freedom?
Exiting the hotel with difficulty, she inhaled the fresh outdoor air, yet felt a hollow, ethereal sense of powerlessness, as if the dust hanging in the low air of the city were ubiquitous and pervasive.
Rong Jin’s eyes rested on the garment in Qing Yu’s hands—an undergarment made of white Hangzhou silk, with dark patterns embroidered in matching thread at the collar.
With a thunderous shout, Xia Tian launched a fierce assault, his fists clenched tight as he struck out viciously toward Wufang and Yonghe.
Amidst Xia Yulin’s muttering, Xia Heqing entered the room, sat on the edge of the bed to look at Rou Rou, asked a few questions, and then, after giving Xia Yulin a few instructions, warmly greeted Prince Zhan and the Marquis before leaving together.
With the Emperor away for another four or five days to pay respects at the imperial tombs, she secretly decided that if she could not devise a plan to cope within these few days, she would simply refuse Consort Rong. Since it was she who had pushed for more, she would not fear a fallout.
However, a giant net seemed to have been waiting for this very moment. As soon as he stood up, the net was cast. With limited space in the room and two killers waiting in the spots where he could dodge, he had nowhere to move, so he swung his blade, hoping to slash through the cords.
"I truly cannot imagine that you, so favored at this moment, still harbor another man in your heart. For the sake of the grand cause, the Emperor is indeed broad-minded." Lan Qi could not help but smile bitterly; to her, this was equally inconceivable.
While Wen Jianxiong was busy with the funeral arrangements for Zhou Lan, Lin Zhixiao decided to avoid him and discuss with Tang Mofan and his three disciples a way to catch Great-uncle Wen Tianxing in the act of his crimes.

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Yang Qi did not take long to reach his father’s grave; looking at the inscription on the tombstone, he remained silent for a long time.
Guan Wujian watched Song Jun’s arrogant demeanor and wanted to say something, but knowing he could not out-argue him, he remained silent.
The newcomer was Yang Yi, Yang Tang’s younger brother and the second son of Yang Qiuyu, as well as a prominent genius of the Yang family.
As it turned out, this newly arrived person was Xia Liu’s disciple, Hou Feng. She had been studying under the Burning Lamp Buddha, and now that she had reappeared, her cultivation had made significant progress.
Under these circumstances, witnessing his wife and sister-in-law flirting and dallying with Ye Bai every day was a thousand times more painful than death itself.
"Have you truly decided?" asked a young man with slicked-back hair, wearing a black leather jacket and a white scarf.
After Yang Guangwei, it was Guan Wushuang’s turn to face the challenger. Having been undefeated in all his previous matches, his only remaining opponent was Yang Qi. If Guan Wushuang could defeat him, he would be the champion of this Ancient Tree City tournament and become a figure like Zhang Wuji.
As they spoke, everyone shook their heads helplessly, feeling pity for the owner of the Tianren Pavilion. Being entangled with these two bullies and scoundrels, he would likely be bankrupt and forced to close within a short time.
Seeing the Sui cavalry charging toward them, the Tang army commander was struck with terror and roared hysterically.
Although Shen Yuan felt it was a bit bizarre, upon reflection, he realized this girl was not one to make jokes, so he gave his consent.
There was no response; the mysterious voice spoke two nonsensical sentences to her and then fell completely silent.

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Yang Jiu did not even dare to lift his head. He did not know how long that master had been standing there silently. Seeing that ashen face... Yang Jiu felt like crying without tears; he knew there would surely be trouble later.
At this moment, Bai Qi’s eyes flashed with a sharp light. Though it was unclear what he was contemplating, Xu Feng knew that Bai Qi must have some ideas in mind.
The lotus seemed to be stimulated, twitching slightly as the color on its stamen dimmed a little. A-Yan put her finger into her mouth and sucked it gently to stop the bleeding.
The Grand Preceptor’s entire faction had been eradicated, and the Emperor had personally issued a decree to cut the weeds and pull up the roots. Because Xu Xiaoyu was neither a principal offender nor a direct relative, the Second Master had privately removed her name from the report he submitted to Qin Xiaoxian.
For some reason, when Young Master Jinyu spoke these words, his tone suddenly carried a great deal of disdain.
Xu Xiaoyu was of the Ava tribe; her parents had come to Shengjing years ago merely to experience the customs of the Celestial Empire. When the relatives of the royal clan were singled out, which family did not have some property outside?
"First, fund that research team to observe the tiger’s range of activity, and then relocate everyone within that area," Mi Jia said.
"In light of the fact that all four of you seem sincere toward Sophia, I will tell you directly: the mistake you have made is due to your own ignorance and stupidity. Let me ask you: is Sophia even human?" The sycophant Li Xian threw out a bizarre question.