Volume 1, Chapter 53: Managing Wu Junshan

Wu Junshan was filled with regret—bitter, consuming regret.

When Wu Qifeng felt he had been wronged and humiliated, and shouted that he wanted Zhang Weimin dead, Wu Junshan, instead of guiding his son down the right path, had helped him devise a plan.

He had, in effect, orchestrated the entire murder.

That ruthless streak had taken root during his years in the coal business. Back when he contracted the village collective’s small coal mine, he had relied on vicious, underhanded tactics to drive out competitors and make opponents disappear.

His heart, one might say, was blacker than the coal he dug from the earth.

That reputation for mercilessness later made it remarkably easy for him to acquire two township coal mines...

Wu Junshan was filled with regret—bitter, consuming regret.

When Wu Qifeng felt he had been wronged and humiliated, and shouted that he wanted Zhang Weimin dead, Wu Junshan, instead of guiding his son down the right path, had helped him devise a plan.

He had, in effect, orchestrated the entire murder.

That ruthless streak had taken root during his years in the coal business. Back when he contracted the village collective’s small coal mine, he had relied on vicious, underhanded tactics to drive out competitors and make opponents disappear.

His heart, one might say, was blacker than the coal he dug from the earth.

That reputation for mercilessness later made it remarkably easy for him to acquire two township coal mines...

When Mo Qianxia refused to say anything, the others stopped asking and went back to what they had been doing.

Lin Mohan drew breath in great, ragged gulps, his gaze fixed on the unresponsive beauty lying in bed. He moved toward her slowly, each step heavy, as though he were carrying a thousand-pound burden.

“Bastard! I didn’t set that fire!” Tu Huasheng shouted angrily. The casino had burned down, and it pained him deeply.

“Come after me instead!” Long Ming had no choice this time. The dragon egg was with Kelu, so it could not be used to threaten him. Instead, the warriors and mages had become Kelu’s leverage against Long Ming.

When she opened the door, the light inside was so bright that Mo Qianxia could not bear it. She raised her right hand before her eyes to block some of the sunlight.

“Your Highness, I have trained the Imperial Guard in the capital for many years and have always been loyal to His Majesty. How could I ever harbor such treasonous thoughts?” Ming Lunhai protested.

The defense system stood before Lin Mohan like a great mountain, barring his way. Lei Shiba had been watching closely from the sidelines. After a long wait, Lin Mohan finally seemed on the verge of breaking through the barrier—only for the display to suddenly announce that passage was impossible. What a cruel joke.

“Yes. I still love her. I’ve never denied it. My feelings for her haven’t changed all these years,” Chu Li said without hesitation.

Everyone was startled. So it was true, they thought. Otherwise, why would he almost never show up, yet come the moment the princess returned home?

Before the echoes had faded, a figure in white, whiter than snow, appeared before them. Like snow gathering beneath the moon, like clouds rising into rosy mists, his peerless radiance could dim the sun and stars and conceal the mountains.

With his handsome features, upright bearing, and clear, limpid eyes, An Youran recognized the old friend who had suddenly appeared beside her bed, even through the fog of sleep.

He gave his promise gravely: the promise of an emperor, and a promise for all eternity.

“You…” Seeing her like this, Leng Xianning’s heart sank. She flung her hand aside, and Consort Li fell to the ground, gasping greedily for air.

When the discomfort had eased a little, An Youran slipped out of Yishuang Courtyard, intent on returning to Mingzhi Courtyard at once to demand an explanation from the heir. The cool breeze outside did more than calm the blood surging through her body; it also cleared the mind that felt as though it had been struck by thunderbolts. At last, she could begin to think again.

His mother’s illness grew worse and worse. In the end, no medicine could help her, and she died in despair. He was only seven that year, and suddenly had no mother’s love. Xiaoluo had become almost his whole world, someone he would gladly give his life to cherish. But she had destroyed that love, and it seemed that his entire world had collapsed in an instant.

Xiang Tiantian picked up her precious little boy, said good night to her mother, and went straight to her room. She carried Chenchen to the bathroom to wash his face and hands, then brought him back to bed with her.

“How can the world ever be made perfect? How can we have both and wrong neither?” Fang Cheng’s heart was as still as a lake. He gazed contentedly at the beautiful scene before him.

After chasing butterflies and dragonflies, then pawing at some chrysanthemums and trampling them, Xue Meng found that time passed rather slowly when Xiling Jing was away.

Several disciples from the True Martial Sect were outrageously arrogant. Just as Ding Mao and the others were about to complete their task, they rushed in and seized the prize first. Worse, they attacked Ding Mao and his companions while they were already exhausted.

What he feared most, though, was that when danger came, a group of people would suddenly appear and ruin all his plans.

But even though the Serpent Mother made her decision at once, she was still a fraction too slow. Dozens of waves of excruciating pain tore through her body, and the air filled with the sharp stench of blood.

“Zhuyou healing uses such things as drawing talismans and chanting incantations to alter a patient’s state of mind and vital energy. These are only outward manifestations. True Zhuyou is entirely different from what witches and shamans practice. It requires extensive knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine, diligent training, and instruction passed directly from master to student. It also has specific conditions for use.”

They immediately called the police. The officers who answered told them not to disturb anything at the scene and said they would come to investigate shortly.

Everyone’s eyes turned toward him. Some looked at him with contempt and disdain, yet at that moment he seemed to be the center of attention.

Butler was in superb form today, and Riley kept him in the lineup as a powerful weapon against the Lakers.

Apart from his first trip, when his soul had taken over someone else’s body, he had always arrived in this body, taking over the identity but not the physical form. As for where the original owner of the body had gone, he had no idea. Samuel from the previous dimension had vanished without a trace in the same way.

After spending some time following the second-in-command, however, he realized the man was not as simple as he seemed.

On the other bed in the ward lay a middle-aged man with a bald crown, who looked about the same age as Liu Wangu.

The maid in blue pulled out a pouch of spirit stones and slammed it onto Yang Han’s table. The force was so great that grease splattered from the plate, spattering their clothes.

“Uh, yeah. I just walked in like that. What’s the problem? You don’t want me coming over?” George’s words made Ham feel awkward. He hesitated, then answered haltingly.

“What on earth is going on?” Back home, Zhao Hao stared at the spatial doorway looming in the middle of the living room and shuddered.