Volume One, Chapter 39: In Line for Divorce

After she finished speaking, Yin Ruoju continued to wipe the floor with the rag in her hand. Only after she had thoroughly cleaned the bathroom did she finally exhale and slowly straighten her back. She had been bent over for so long that her waist ached with fatigue.

Especially after savoring a bite of spicy chicken, then sipping a spoonful of chicken soup, picking up a chopstick of garlic sprouts, and finally using a piece of cabbage to cleanse her palate—the whole sequence was almost too delightful for words.

She wanted to hear if there might be different reasons, after all, now that she’d been sold into the Zhao family, the more she learned about this household, the better her chances; there was nothing to lose.

Liang Yongwen, lifting the hem of her skirt embroidered with daffodils, ascended the glass staircase in high heels, each step ringing out like crisp raindrops. The banister was adorned with fresh flowers and ribbons. She plucked a daffodil and brought it to her nose to inhale its fragrance.

“Call him and tell him to come. If he doesn’t answer, keep calling. If he still won’t answer, go to his house and find him,” Yi Siling said coldly, gazing at her own reflection in the mirror.

Lying on the floor, Bai Xi’s deep eyes flashed with a chilling, sinister light when he saw the arrow.

She seemed to be playing with ease, moving nimbly up and down the scale as if she were simply enjoying the playful process on stage, almost as though it were an impromptu performance.

Yin Ruoju suddenly felt that she could watch her like this, quietly, for a whole year without ever growing bored. Yes, Yin Ruoju was once again mesmerized.

Looking again at her attire, she was wrapped tightly in a crimson cloak, with only a pair of peony-red silk shoes peeking out from below.

Teng Yuyi was both startled and delighted; she’d been worried and resentful all along the way, cursing Lin Chengyou under her breath while wishing she could make the two ascetics, Juesheng and Qizhi, stay in the same room with her.

It was as if, after being tortured a thousand times, hacked to pieces, and dragged from a sea of blood, a vengeful demon had emerged.

An ever-deepening sense of transformation, of being reborn, arose from within him, layer upon layer.

Lan Miaoyi, who had initially wanted to scold her, saw the cracks on the lotus-white arm in her embrace, blood oozing from the wounds, and refrained from any further reproach.

Lin Li could sense from Hert’s gaze that he genuinely cared. “Me? It’s nothing serious. I just woke up, that’s all. A bit of rest and I’ll be fine.” He waved his hand dismissively to show there was nothing wrong.

Mo Yixue was about to leave with Ye Feng when applause broke out not far away, drawing everyone’s attention.

Uchiha Fenghuo wondered if possessing the Rinnegan would make him a match for Zhili. Even if, as Zhili said, killing her would make him the next clan leader, he could never bring himself to do it.

As she drew near the lake, Mo Yingge realized something was wrong with the “water.” It wasn’t ordinary rainwater or groundwater, but a mixture of countless energies, calm only on the surface. In truth, a powerful formation was suppressing it.

The next day, the mermaid prepared to depart. Fusu had fulfilled his promise, and now it was her turn to do the same.

“If you had the core of the earth, how long would it take you to clear that larger area you mentioned?” Mo Fan asked.

“He’s quite good-looking, and his attire is refined. He doesn’t seem to be from an ordinary family,” another man interjected, then went back to his wine and food.

His Furious Rockbreaker, fueled by ever-purifying fire energy, was now as destructive as the long-lost Flame Burst technique from the Celestial Prison Continent.

Chao Xia was stunned by Lü Xiang’er’s words and watched her walk into the main room before looking away. Reflecting on what Lü Xiang’er had said, a faint smile slowly appeared on Chao Xia’s face as she made her way into the kitchen.

Only now did Tiansheng remember the Qi Demon he’d been absorbing. He looked back, but saw nothing; it must have been completely consumed at some point.

While Shen Yu was facing death, Emperor Tianshou remained troubled. Only Consort Dan, pregnant with his child, dared approach and serve him.

Meanwhile, Invincible of the Divine Clan withdrew swiftly, pulling out a potion and downing it. I rushed forward and shouted, “Where do you think you’re going?” Firing a regular shot, I interrupted his healing. The system forcibly restored 100 health points for him, but I had already taken away 210.

What was going on today? Qin Feng had never intended to make a grand spectacle—just a simple ceremony—yet so many officials were involved that he felt deeply uneasy.

Although spring had just begun and the weather had yet to warm, once they drove up onto the embankment, they saw that both sides were already crowded with parked cars. Some of the vehicles rocked gently; though the windows were fogged or opaque, it wasn’t hard to imagine what was happening inside, and the mind filled in the rest.

“Get up. I’m not saving you for my own sake. Heaven cherishes life and does not wish for anyone to die in vain,” Su Wan said as she helped him up.

“No one would have the patience to turn page after page, searching. But some people do,” Li Yuxiang said with a gentle smile.

Under my cold stare, the man felt as if a fierce beast had its eyes on him; his scalp tingled and his heart pounded violently.

After only a couple of days, Li Xiying was already speaking with a noticeable Taiwanese accent—deliberately mimicked, blending a local drawl into her words. Waving her snakeskin bag in front of me, her voice carried a jarring chill, as if lightning had struck out of a clear sky.

In the end, Nanhua Yun administered some treatment for me—perhaps unable to withstand Tingting’s pleas. But he hadn’t forgotten my earlier outburst, so when I woke, I found myself in a locked cage.

Peng Lifeng was startled by her stubborn expression. He’d met Ji Wangge several times—not enough to know her well, but enough to understand a little. Seeing the coldness in her eyes, he realized he must have touched her raw nerve and triggered her rebelliousness.

In my eyes, he was a leopard ready to go berserk at any moment. In his, I was a lunatic, always on the verge of making a fool of myself.

My fists clenched and relaxed, again and again; but in the end, I said nothing.

If you’ve never had something, you’ll never know the pain of losing it. I was so close, and only now do I realize it was all empty joy. I suppose I never truly had it at all.