Chapter 57: Giving Thanks

Qin Huiyin truly felt there was no need for all this. However, since her mother wished for her to secure her position in this family and was willing to be the stern face for her sake, she could not betray her mother’s intentions—she had to play the gentle role to the end.

Tang Yixiao suddenly dropped to his knees and kowtowed before Li Peachblossom.

Li Peachblossom was startled. “What are you doing?”

Tang Yixiao bowed his head, his voice choked with emotion. “Thank you for saving me.”

Li Peachblossom said, “…That’s not necessary.”

The mask had been purchased by Dongfang Lengyu during a trip to Europe—he’d thought it looked stylish and bought it on a whim, never expecting it would be useful one day.

As dawn broke, the first rays of sunlight stretched over the eastern horizon. The sky began to pale, while the west remained cloaked in night, the waning moon hanging low and tremulous.

“You took Imperial Pass?” Ye Duxian narrowed his eyes, staring at the bloodstained banner.

It sounded like the scraping of an axe. Or perhaps the clash of weapons. As we pressed on, suddenly—a massive axe came crashing down from above.

Xiao Yue now felt an unbearable heat; the temperature kept rising, and so did the pressure.

As the intruder turned the doorknob, Li Tianchou kicked the stone slab back into place and rolled swiftly to the side of the door. But the noise could no longer be concealed—it only served as a warning. Now all Li Tianchou could do was improvise from his hiding spot.

“Well then, since you’re speaking up, do you dare to swear an oath—leave life and death to fate?” Ironwood Yun rolled his neck and spoke slowly.

Murong Rourou felt even more bewildered. Giving an unborn child the name of someone deceased just didn’t seem right.

The two exchanged a knowing glance. Both wanted to ask Zhong Lingyu, “Does your mother know you’re so dark-skinned?”

“Stay with me for a while, won’t you?” I pleaded, looking at An Lingxi and Su Jingyao. They both smiled, but to me, their smiles looked terrifying.

“I say, General Mu and General Yan, is this how you greet your strategist?” Qing Hong slightly lowered his voice; though it had lost some of its brightness, it was still pleasant to the ear.

After searching carefully, he found no trace of the bronze men, and only then did Na Tie finally breathe a sigh of relief.

“Whose way have you blocked?” he demanded through gritted teeth, angry that despite having known each other since childhood, being childhood sweethearts, and marrying, they only had each other—yet he still could not win her trust.

Su Yi’s figure was stunning, and she was never short of admirers and rivals. Even though Ye Fantian had won her heart, challengers still emerged to contend with him.

Guided by Bai Hao—and secretly astonished by his boldness—Li Zidayi followed his gaze and saw, too, the figure repairing the rooftop of the neighboring house. He then fell silent.

It was impossible to tell if this foolish fox was truly clueless or just pretending. At this moment, Song Menglan’s feelings were truly complicated.

“Sir… Sir, the thing isn’t ours—we found it in a junk heap, sir. It’s got nothing to do with us,” the man rambled, lying through his teeth.

Since that night, the affection between Su Yao and Gu Chenghong had soared. Almost every corner of the villa bore traces of their public displays of love.

Many times, I would reminisce about my hometown—not because I was homesick, but because I later realized the days I spent with Shen Duo in that southern water town were the happiest of my life. So pure, so unrestrained.

Beneath the water, Na Tie frowned in frustration as he gazed at the ripples. Suddenly, a thought struck him—remembering how the green-headed monsters feared water, he was overjoyed and resolved to try using the water here against them.