Chapter 185: Don’t Be Afraid

Three o'clock in the morning.

Lin Lu sat at the bedside, staring intently at the bathroom door.

The sound of running water ceased, and her heart tightened once again.

Lu Ting emerged wearing a bathrobe, a bandage wrapped around his right forearm.

“Go in and wash up,” he said calmly, glancing at Lin Lu.

She remained seated, eyes still wide with panic.

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To plot against him, Ling Yun would not allow them to slip away so easily after committing such murderous deeds.

“Thunder Martial Intent!” Yun Wuxin’s eyes suddenly lit up. He had originally been pessimistic about Ling Yun, doubting he could defeat Fang Huang and preparing to step in at any moment.

Seeing Mu Ke so spirited, Zhang Ziling was momentarily stunned, standing rooted to the spot.

Perhaps his former status and strength had been remarkable, but now, having lost all cultivation and rendered a cripple, could his promises still be trusted? This was doubtful.

Qiang Chengchun’s detention place was unlike the usual holding sites for slaves or criminals; his treatment was better than any other prisoner’s. Apart from lacking freedom and being confined to his quarters, his daily life remained largely unchanged.

Watching as he was led into a room, Yun Xuan quietly climbed onto the roof above, lifting a tile to peer inside.

The voice was abruptly cut off as Ming Yu launched a punch, striking Song Feiyang squarely on the forehead.

Ling Yun, who had long been ignored by him, was such an extraordinary prodigy—this fact brought him bitter regret.

Zhang Lingyun called out “Brother Hong,” and Hong responded cheerfully. He picked up his cup again, ignoring Zhang Lingyun’s question, clinking his glass with his once more before drinking it down.

Yu Liangsheng said, “I have a great idea that makes me happy just to think about it. It won’t implicate us, but Zhao Yueming will have evidence to send abroad to spread their news, which will then be relayed back home, leaving them speechless—suffering in silence.” Yu Liangsheng shared his plan with everyone.

Just as Qi Die thought her life was about to end, a powerful force surged through her body. Seizing the chance, she broke the surface of the water. It was close—just as she prepared to take a breath, she realized there was no trace of water ripples around her; only a glaring sea of blood met her eyes.

Ye Shu crouched and searched for a long time but found nothing to prove their identities, feeling a bit disheartened. Qi Die lifted their veils and saw their faces were rugged and harsh in line. Their pupils weren’t all black either. Hmph, just as Yu Xie had said, Qi Die thought to herself.

Yi Fan finally understood, a faint blush creeping over his fair, handsome face. Clearing his throat awkwardly, he said, “You two talk, I’ll go get some water,” and practically fled in embarrassment.

“Five thousand taels,” came an elegant voice from a private room, causing a stir among everyone present.

Ruan Zhishui did not respond but fixed his gaze on her, his long, cold fingers caressing her cheek.

Although the Xinjin family had yet to react to the Matsukami family’s absorption of the Shenmu family, Matsukami Yoshiyuki still decided to take the initiative, sending hostages to the Xinjin clan to buy time to strengthen his own house.

This impressive record had only ever been matched in English football by Billy Wright and Sir Stanley Matthews before him.

For a while afterward, I visited the nunnery daily but never saw Wen Wanqing again. The nuns said she was in seclusion, not to be disturbed. I knew this was just an excuse to reject me; she wanted to sever all ties with me forever.

At Zhizhuqi Pavilion, the high-stakes chess match between Takeda Harunobu and Sanada Yukitaka finally began.