Chapter 57: A Letter

"Don't worry, it's not you. We won't wrong you," Fang Wenxuan said to Ling Yun as he looked at him.

"Ling Yun..." Suddenly, a voice came from inside. Immediately after, Fang Wenxuan saw a sturdy man step out of the house.

Fang Wenxuan had seen this man's photo before, so he recognized him at a glance—it was Miao Shen.

"You... why did you come out? Go back inside, this has nothing to do with you," Ling Yun said anxiously as soon as he saw Miao Shen come out.

"Nonsense! Be quiet!" Miao Shen glared harshly at Ling Yun.

Ling Yun immediately fell silent, bowing his head.

"Come on, what exactly happened—"

A clap of thunder rang out. I seemed to hear a rustling in the corner—could it be a rat, or something else?

Since Hua Zhongren became the steward, he has guided the people with virtue, nurtured them through education, and encouraged all kinds of industries, leading many to prosperity. Many have also achieved wisdom through diligent practice. Over the past twelve years, although the four neighboring states have frequently been at odds, Guiding Prefecture has grown ever more flourishing.

Because both competing clubs had already placed huge wagers on their own fighters, gamblers could confidently bet on their favored boxer without worrying about match-fixing.

She was clearly a person of great fortune, her eyes pure and bright, with not a trace of malice in them. Ordinary people would be deceived by her outward appearance.

Before arriving, she had only put on a bit of light makeup. There weren’t many cosmetics in her home, and she didn’t often use them, for her natural complexion was nearly flawless.

In the next instant, a wisp of white flame appeared out of thin air from within Ling Ye’s body, refining the medicinal power of the Fire Ganoderma.

Seeing the birdcage vanish, Blaze’s face filled with wild joy. He was just about to rush over and claim the thousand-year stone milk when he remembered that Old Lin might have left other enchantments behind. Instantly, he became as wilted as a frostbitten eggplant, helplessly turning to Ling Ye for instruction.

It seemed that Princess Guanghan had pleaded on my behalf, allowing me to accompany her below, then asking me to protect her.

After cultivating for another hour and stabilizing his realm, Ling Ye opened his eyes. They were shining brightly, his spirit vigorous, as if he had been reborn after drinking divine nectar—he looked utterly transformed, causing all who saw him to marvel.

Yin Na’s answer left me speechless. Has this girl’s sense of caution really dropped so low? I’m so worried.

Xia Yu took a deep breath. Zhao Lao Jiu’s back courtyard was truly a place that gave no peace. Watching the people clad in red and green, they looked prosperous indeed. Clearly, Zhao Lao Jiu never treated them poorly.

In court, a rival of equal strength is needed to balance the powers of the administration. With the Utopian Kingdom eyeing us covetously, the Great Xia stirring restlessly, Great Yan must not fall into internal chaos at such a time, or the consequences will be dire.

Monk Hongguang was a revered monk. If he had been mentally prepared, he would never have fled in disgrace. His flight meant he had not steeled himself for death before coming; burdened by attachments, he fled instinctively.

Rarely do I have the chance to speak candidly with everyone in such a relaxed setting. Taking advantage of this opportunity, let me share a few words with you all.

After issuing his threat, Wen Xu turned and hurried into the Wen family compound, even closing the main gate behind him. I watched the gate shut, then turned with a slight smile. I made my way through the water to Master Mei’s doorstep, only to find his shop still tightly closed.

Now, running everywhere for Xia Yu’s affairs, he never once used his status to pressure anyone.

Yue Qianling realized I’d skipped over the previous topic and wanted to press the question further, but Yue Leiting pulled her back.

Behind their backs, mother and daughter often spoke ill of the main branch, saying they were unfilial, hoarded money in secret, and neglected the elders. They even made sour remarks to Madam Lin and tried to use their old domineering ways to deal with her.

Those filthy black hands, their long nails warped and twisted from years of neglect, were caked with blood and grime. Such hands were enough to make anyone’s stomach turn at a glance.