Volume 1, Chapter 31: The Unwed Mother and the Illegitimate Daughter

Ye Qiaojiao went to inform Commander Ye, asking him to keep her grandmother company while the four young people headed to the Xie residence to investigate.

Upon hearing from Ye Qiaojiao that the Xie family’s affairs were also linked to Jiang Yao and her mother, Commander Ye was immediately repulsed.

"Why are those two like meddlesome troublemakers? They seem to be everywhere, though I never noticed it before."

"That’s because our family was peaceful. It was only after they stirred up chaos that problems arose. Who could have imagined that even before Jiang Yao was born, her mother was already causing such disorder?"

In those days, having a child out of wedlock was indeed the height of scandal.

Commander Ye nodded solemnly, agreeing with this assessment.

"Juechuan, I’ll leave Qiaojiao in your care," Commander Ye urged...

Outside the window, the moon hid behind the clouds, casting faint moonlight into the room, illuminating two bodies as if to join in the spectacle.

"If not for your indulgence over all these years, she would never have reached this point." With these words, Fan Xiaoxi walked over and gently closed Bai Yan’s eyes.

The reason so many traces remained on the ground was likely something Ye Ji did not want to face...

After getting things settled, Yang Mumu breathed a sigh of relief, though the burden in her heart remained heavy.

I did it. When I finally stood before my sister, I was overjoyed! When I embraced her, caressed her body, kissed and even bit her lips, I even savored the blood between her teeth.

Yet I felt no drowsiness. After all, there was a lingering confusion in my heart; if I didn't ask about it, I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep.

Jiang Muchen looked at Leng Yunxin, but all he saw was Fan Xiaoxi. He saw Fan Xiaoxi smiling at him, feeding him porridge, and caring for him. He almost succumbed to the hallucination, but in a blink, Fan Xiaoxi vanished, leaving only Leng Yunxin.

Every word dripped with sarcasm. Zhong Shengxin cast a cold glance at her before turning to enter the private room.

Jiang Muchen was, in a sense, more radiant than Lan Yixuan. As the only son of the Jiang family, he didn't have many relatives to overshadow his prominence; he was himself, the sole existence of the Jiang family.

***

I felt a jolt of alarm. This Xie Lianji was a member of the Xie family and might have some connection to Xie Lingyu. I wondered if Xie Lingyu had ever felt suspicious upon seeing that name.

"What do you think you're doing? Can't you see my car crashed? Get out of the way!" Gao Tian was furious. You aren't looking for the one wielding the knife, so why are you picking on me?

Without another word, I lay back on the bed for a while. I figured Xu Mengmeng must have arrived at the new apartment in the city by now.

Li Feng frowned; it wasn't quite a ghost village, but it was unnervingly quiet.

Some people are calculating, others have connections, and some rely on their family's wealth to negotiate partnerships.

At this moment, Hu was completely at a loss as to what had just happened. How did his belongings end up in this person’s hands? What had gone wrong? Hu’s mind was fixated on the scene just moments ago: two portions of rice, a dollar, and an empty bread tube.

In the Lord's Mansion of Yundu, people from Qiuyeling and Hengdu had already departed to rendezvous with Murong Liuli and the others in Hengdu City.

Situ Qingyin was a kind soul. She asked the captain a very simple question—his name—expecting him to be grateful, but instead, she was met with a murderous glare.

Li Longji was quite satisfied with the training results of Li Wujie’s troops, especially the way they entered the field initially. Under simple verbal commands, the soldiers moved with surprising precision—a method far more effective than the traditional use of drums and gongs.

"You—you’ve gone too far! We can leave, but we absolutely refuse to hang that sign!" Zhao Dachuan gritted his teeth and glared at Rong Wan, feeling as if he had been slapped hard across the face, his skin burning with shame.

On February 1, 1803, the sky over the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau was as blue as the sea. Large clouds drifted by, driven by the wind, casting massive shadows upon the earth. Despite the beauty, the climate remained biting, and people wore thick coats made of cattle and sheep hides, their hands tucked deep into their sleeves.

"Junhao Construction? The largest real estate company in the provincial capital?" Zhao Jianxiong asked with a hint of surprise.

Think about it: possessing the powerful internal energy of Eastern cultivation to fuel Western magic, capable of casting spells to boost combat prowess, and recovering from injuries—one who combined the strengths of both worlds, would they not be invincible in the universe?

The enemies in front of us didn't dare to charge blindly; they too were lying on the ground, trading fire with us. This standoff was exactly what I hoped for; at the very least, it allowed us to live a little longer.

"Hoo..." Mo Lin leaped out of the smoke and let out a long breath. Killing is easy, but defeating an opponent without causing injury is far more difficult.

"What? Are you afraid?" Duan Qirui laughed arrogantly, a kind of madness born from desperation.

***

"This fruit can strengthen your soul and will be of immense benefit to you." Hua Xiang provided only a brief introduction, not mentioning it was an Ancient Soul Fruit. Even if he had, Xuanyuan Chun likely wouldn't have known what it was, so it was better left unsaid.

"What? The Brujah clan?" Upon hearing Zhang Xiaofeng’s words, it wasn't just Aude; even Lucy gasped in shock. Aude stared at Zhang Xiaofeng in disbelief: "Are you talking about the Brujah, the head of the thirteen vampire clans? Why would you want to find them?"

"I don't have time right now; I have some important matters to attend to." Seeing Norton’s fanatical expression, a hint of helplessness flashed across Zhang Xiaofeng’s face, yet his elegant demeanor remained unchanged.

Footsteps sounded outside. Chen Ling grabbed Zhang Mei by the spine, hoisted him up, and then sat leisurely on the sofa, throwing Zhang Mei back down in front of him, forcing him to sit naked on the floor. A Desert Eagle pressed against his forehead, daring him not to move a muscle.

"Why are you here?" Al and Rodick shouted in unison. Rodick slammed the black box shut, causing the brilliance of the Wood Dragon Pearl to dim as it was trapped inside.

Thinking of this, he smiled and replied to Ma Meng, and the two took flight, heading rapidly toward their sect.

If none of this had happened, perhaps Chen Hao, as the Taekwondo club president, could have truly displayed his full strength.

Under the swaying banners, the morale that the Yaoshen Group had struggled to build shattered instantly. The remaining men either turned and fled or dropped their weapons, begging for mercy and surrender.

But having prepared for so long, the arrow was already on the string; it had to be fired. Having gathered so many people with such difficulty, could Chen Chang'an really give up at this critical juncture?

Su Hatai looked at his uncle for a few seconds, then nodded: "Stay quiet. The team is moving north. Follow me and search the northwest side of the building." Su Hatai whispered. The assault trooper, his uncle, nodded. The two moved in single file along the wall in the corridor, going up and down stairs, searching in all directions for suspicious signs.

Now that the auditions and commercial performances were over, there was a brief period of downtime, which was the perfect time to stroll around and relax.

As for the local troops acting as pursuers, they had transformed into a grain-requisitioning squad, having a grand time along the way.

"Qi Hanlin." Gao Ren nodded slightly. The appearance of this person was somewhat unexpected, but it made Gao Ren realize the profound heritage of Western Chu.