Chapter 29: Doting on His Wife Without Limit

The night stretched on, long and desolate. A chilling wind swept through, setting the branches to rustling—a sound like a mournful cry, or perhaps a bitter, desperate accusation.

Chu Changling’s body was not discovered by the guards until the following morning. His appearance in death was hideously grotesque; his features were twisted by intense agony, his eyes bulging as dark, purplish tears of blood seeped incessantly from them.

The blue-blooded scions of Chang’an City felt a mix of horror and revulsion, yet deep down, they shared a lingering sense of dread. Chu Changling had once been...

The many celestial demons dancing in the air were gradually compressed by forces closing in from all sides, merging into a single mass. Countless demonic shadows flickered in and out of existence; the very space seemed unable to withstand the oppressive weight of these phantoms, and it began to warp and distort.

Du Xichun spoke, a faint smile gracing his face, though in the depths of his eyes, a profound and icy coldness remained hidden.

The memories Ye Mo had obtained from the Nine-Tailed Demon Dragon were incomplete, but with Su Huatuo’s explanations, he had managed to form a general understanding of the Era of the Nine Emperors. At the same time, a lingering question remained in his heart.

Ye Misheng spoke, his eyes filled with a look of entreaty. Daisy, as if under a spell, found herself recounting the entire matter, beginning to end, without even realizing it.

Shen Shijun stood behind her, his arms gently cradling her shoulders, offering warmth and strength to give her the courage she needed to keep from collapsing.

Ye Nan opened the door and stood in the threshold. His eyes were bloodshot, and there were red abrasions on his face. He tried his best to appear strong, as if he had not been crying, but his trembling lips and the lingering moisture in the corners of his eyes betrayed his secret.

Furthermore, as an NPC, Merck Li could not see damage values—those were system prompts visible only to players. Thus, he was unaware that Ye Mo had absorbed his skill, and he even mistakenly believed that his magic had successfully landed a hit, albeit with little effect.

Yan Jue’s ruthless efficiency in his work terrified many. He never allowed personal feelings to interfere, and the phrase "this time only" had never before passed his lips, making this instance all the more surprising.

Shang Qi stood up immediately, smoothing out the clothes he had disheveled. She did not want to spend another moment alone with Luo Yichen. If this continued, something would surely "happen." Luo Yichen simply lounged back on the sofa, his hands behind his head, his legs crossed.

He, too, wanted to capture her as soon as possible, so that Lili’s talent could be elevated to the next level.

She lay there quietly until noon, when a tremendous commotion suddenly erupted outside.

At this moment, everyone gathered together. Seeing that everyone’s bowls contained only salted vegetables and no meat, they felt a sense of relief, and so they continued to congregate as they had before.

Fang Weiwei seemed to notice Ye Feng’s shifty gaze; her expression darkened, and she stopped crying to roar at him.

He had intervened personally, yet he had failed to catch the target and let the person escape. In a fit of rage, he swung his sword, cleaving half of the northern hillside away.

Then there was Lord Pingjiu. Before heading to the Ya’an Realm, he had been even more concerned than she was about the Prince’s arrangements, yet in the end, she was the one who could not see through the truth.

The vegetable patch of the fourth household had always been tended by Zhang, but with everything falling into the hands of Li Cuihua, Zhang’s heart ached with distress.

Han Lianyi felt a distinct movement from the baby in her womb, followed immediately by a dull ache. She gritted her teeth, enduring it, and walked a few more steps, but the pain began to intensify slowly. Every ounce of her strength was spent fighting the waves of agony; just putting one foot in front of the other had become incredibly difficult.

Catching sight of someone lurking in the shadows, Wang Qiao sneered internally. Since they enjoyed watching the show so much, he would let them watch to their heart's content.

Han Lianyi hurried along, her thoughts a tangled mess, and she failed to notice the person coming toward her, colliding head-on.

"Alright, your families are growing impatient. If you don't go out now, they might just tear down the ancestral hall," Shen Ce said.