Volume One, Chapter 51: Jing Yan, I am pregnant

He quickened his pace, nearly breaking into a run on the slippery stone path, careless of the cold rain soaking his hair and suit. That day, had he not argued with his father and stormed off to a friend's house, he wouldn't have missed seeing his parents one last time.

"You go and deliver the message. My illness has flared up, and I can't get out of bed." Even if the Crown Prince doubted her, Hua Shu would believe her to some degree. She had struggled to get through winters since childhood due to her illness, which had only improved a little in recent years—something Hua Shu was well aware of.

It was then that Jin Guangyan called. Yan Xiaoxiao glanced up at Jiang Yue, feeling inexplicably nervous. Jiang Yue simply smiled at her, so Yan Xiaoxiao steeled herself and pressed the answer button.

Jin Guangyan’s sincere apology left Yan Xiaoxiao both surprised and with eyes slightly wet. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart.

Behind the Sixth Prince, the Demon King Jiang’s expression shifted from disbelief to a flushed face, and finally to numbness in his eyes.

Xi Xichen had left him a voice recording, sent him several messages, all disappearing into the depths of the sea, without a single reply.

She suddenly sensed something was wrong. She remembered herself, and everything about Bai Ruoxin, but when it came to Bai Ruoyin, whom her master had mentioned, she knew her life but felt no connection, as if it was merely someone else’s story.

The object crafted from earth was indeed remarkable—it did not melt, but instead solidified rapidly under the scorching sun’s blaze.

Yet this man’s features, though less heroic than Nangong Ming’s, were somewhat delicate, but nonetheless handsome and exceptional.

This evening’s gala had become almost the school’s biggest joke. At its centennial celebration, the school’s own students were not allowed to attend, and invitations were required… Ah, it was laughable.

In the shadows, Ye Wei leisurely sipped the drink she had just gone out to buy. A veteran of many battles, she instantly discerned the turmoil beneath Li Dan’s calm exterior and saw through Li Dan’s attempts at self-reassurance. But reality is reality, and Li Dan’s self-comfort was futile.

Just as she approached the living room, Ye Wei sensed a familiar yet much stronger presence than before.

Hearing Li’s mother speak, Li Xiaohui burst into tears, knowing that she and Shen Yang had not yet confirmed their relationship. If something went wrong now, and a rift appeared between them, what would she do in the future?

After speaking, Ashebi rose and left the lounge. Luo Tian breathed a secret sigh of relief; if the city lord truly pursued the matter, even as the young master of the Luo Hou clan, he would not escape unscathed.

The smile on her face widened, but her eyes were full of sorrow, gradually dissolving into a fragile confusion.

“I’m not that magnanimous.” The words Xiao Yuyin had just exchanged with Ling Yanxiao still echoed in her ear. She wasn’t that magnanimous either, and thankfully Ouyang hadn’t fallen for someone else. Otherwise, she didn’t know what she might have done.

Xu Liyin couldn’t say why, but Bai Yaochu’s bitter smile tugged painfully at her heart.

“We’re here.” With those words, Yu Ziying lifted the curtain and stepped out. Xiao Yuyin followed her, getting off the carriage.

He couldn’t believe it either; the Duan brothers had fought alongside them through life and death—how could they possibly betray them?

To protect this golden goose, the Lu clan spent a fortune raising over a thousand private soldiers, whose combat prowess rivaled that of the imperial army.

In the kitchen, Shen Su’e had already finished cooking a big pot of noodles. She feared the other villagers would catch the scent, so she got up before dawn to knead the dough.