Chapter 43 Demanding an Explanation

Ye Changzheng reached out toward Xie Jinyu on the hospital bed.
Xie Jinyu gently grasped Ye Changzheng’s hand and asked with concern, "Changzheng, are your injuries..."
To keep Xie Jinyu from worrying, Ye Changzheng spoke in a tender voice, "They aren't serious, they just look frightening."
Xie Jinyu placed her hands gently on her lower abdomen, thinking that fortunately Ye Changzheng was unharmed; otherwise, what would she and the child do?
"Changzheng, what should we do next?"
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A descendant of the Song Dynasty imperial family—this news was utterly astonishing to Yang Yesheng. How many years had passed, yet descendants of the Song imperial family still existed, and moreover, they lived in this practically desolate Yunling.
If she truly acted to achieve her goals by harming innocent people around her, or even those who cared for her with all their hearts, Grandmother and Qin Fan and the others would surely feel disappointed and angry, wouldn't they?
"As you wish." Jimo Hanfei did not refuse. He closed his eyes, settled his mind, and savored the warmth coming from behind him, bit by bit.
"Now that Bai Yunzhong has obtained the four-sided artifact of the Underworld Owl, I am no longer his match. Yiming and I originally planned to seize the moment when Bai Yunzhong let down his guard and join forces to fight him once more," Tantai Li said with a deeply furrowed brow.
Old Fifth Zhao had already guessed some of it earlier, so he wasn't too surprised. However, having it spoken aloud by Old Tie Zhao in front of so many brothers and nephews caused him to lose face completely. With an awkward expression, he practically wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
After a long while, I finally recovered my composure. Although a pungent stench still clung to my body, at least it no longer made me want to vomit. Taking a deep breath, I stripped off my shirt and went bare-chested, only then feeling that the smell on me was no longer so overwhelming.
Along the way, she kept a sharp eye out for any shops available for rent or sale. She had already made up her mind: since she wanted to make money and her capital was sufficient, it would be better to open a shop. That way, she wouldn't have to show her face in public, and she could earn more silver than setting up a street stall.
When the White Tiger illusion charged into my body, the extreme pain and overwhelming discomfort became too much to bear, causing me to spit out a mouthful of fresh blood directly as my body slumped toward the ground.
"Uncle Wang, at a crucial moment like this, you simply cannot be overly emotional; otherwise, your hands will be unsteady when you go to smash someone with a brick." Glancing sideways at Wang Daping, I let out a sigh in my heart.
Flipping through Jesse's phone, I found the last incoming call stored on it, memorized the phone number, and slipped the phone into my pocket.
"Exactly! Without status, it's inevitable that family discipline will be lax!" Hearing that person's remark, the crowd began to discuss animatedly in whispers.
If Yan Xiao brought it up on her own initiative, that would be completely different. Aside from Lin Qi, who was clueless and merely assumed Yan Xiao had great culinary skills, most people at the two tables stared at Yan Xiao as if she were a gleaming gold ingot when they sat down and waited for her and the others to take their seats. They thought to themselves that these people were truly hypocritical—was all that staring really necessary?
Actually, the main idea was to let that girl see through her father's true character. If Ruo Pinglan were to die in such an obscure and inexplicable manner, the girl would end up hating him.
"Lin Shuxin, you are truly pathetic!" Jiang Qiaoer lowered her gaze, her voice sounding like flowing clouds emerging from a mountain peak, devoid of any discernible emotion.
"That is a matter between me and my man, and it seems to have nothing to do with you. As for whether I choose to flaunt my status as Mrs. Gong, that is my own affair and is even less your concern." Hearing Shen Fujun's grating voice, Jiang Qiaoer frowned noticeably, her palm-sized round face displaying a stubbornness mixed with a touch of impatience.
"No, I want to properly spend time with you..." Before Jiang Qiaoer could finish her sentence, Gong Yuchen took a deep breath, knelt halfway on the bed, stared fixedly at her with bloodshot eyes for a moment, and then scooped her up directly into the bathroom.
Even if he couldn't extract anything from the eccentric scholar, Qu Yunrui's intellect would certainly come in useful in the future. In case Qu Leili achieved success in military and political circles, he would gain yet another capable and loyal friend.