Chapter Twenty-Six: The Story of Bai Lingxuan and the Demon God Emperor Feng Xiu

Bai Yue looked at Demon God Emperor Feng Xiu with a calm expression.
She said nothing, merely gazing at him in silence.
Clearly, Bai Yue had no desire for further conversation, though her demeanor was gentler than before. She simply held Bai Nianxuan close without speaking, no longer brusquely ordering Demon God Emperor Feng Xiu to leave as she had previously.
Sensing her change in attitude, Demon God Emperor Feng Xiu felt a surge of joy and stepped across the threshold to stand beside them.
“Yue’er.”
Xia Xiangkui had already lost his composure. The emperor, sharp-eared and keen-eyed, surely knew that Xia had taken advantage of Shuang Bai’s foolishness to promise her as concubine to Chen Fulai, the simpleton. Now that His Majesty was inquiring, Xia could only risk offending Chen Bingye.
He rose, wiped away the last tears from his face, and strode into another room to fetch the medicine box. No matter what, the performance had to go on.
Lu Zhanyan stood inside the doorway, one hand gripping the frame, caught in awkward indecision. She could neither close the door nor leave it open.
Su Nan would see them walking together—along the classroom corridors, on the lawns of the playground, in some corner of the campus.
Those who knew were anxious and uneasy; those who didn’t were full of questions. Yet the tension didn’t last long, for countless beings taller and stronger than humans began to crawl out from beneath the earth.
In truth, Lu Zhanyan had very little time to spare; her days were consumed by filming. Any moments left over she reserved for Xu Jing. One day, they arranged to dine together. Lu Zhanyan dressed simply, removed her makeup, tied up her hair in a ponytail, donned her old heavy black-rimmed glasses, and set out for the meeting.
“Rong Fei’s mother, you’ve won hands down.” Hearing Rong Fei’s words at such a moment, Qiu Lingyang couldn’t help but laugh.
Chu Qianlan gazed at him through the drifting dust, his amber eyes—so like his own—burning with helpless pain and reckless resentment, the deepest despair and extraordinary rage.
“Your subordinate, Seaweed.” By the end, he realized he didn’t really care for his given name after all. So he chose to use the name Feng Hua was most familiar with.
In the past three years, what he did most was shut himself away in a sunless room, staring at photos of mother and child, reminiscing.
Lin Hao meant that Dragon Country was an irreplaceable market for the Extreme Tablets from the Kingdom of Abuda, and as the agent for those tablets in Dragon Country, if anything happened to him, the medicine would cease to circulate, business would falter, and he would surely be hunted as the saboteur—a threat implied.
Even in such a sorry state, Dai Dong felt no displeasure. He stroked the heads of Big Flower and Second Flower, who licked his cheeks and clothes, making him itch and laugh with delight.
A good master of ceremonies adds brilliance to a wedding; an ordinary one can ruin everything.
This incident cost the Flood Dragon Gang dearly. The bosses were furious but helpless.
Though tense, Long Aoting’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she pressed herself closer to Chen Yi, as if she wished to merge completely into him.
Of course, Zhang San adjusted his educational strategy to free up more people for other tasks. If the Academy no longer needed elite masters, he could reassign Yang Tai, Shi Bao, and Luan Tingyu—and Lin Chong was about to marry.
As if she had never existed, she vanished from Blue Leaf’s world without a trace.
“It’s alright, just be more careful in the future.” Li Fugui did not wish to escalate things, so he did not pursue Han Sanming’s responsibility further.
On the day his new company was founded, he extended an olive branch to his old partners.
The warlords of the Triangle Region cared little for how the goods were sold, only for whether the money arrived on time. It wasn’t that they didn’t want to do the work themselves, but the cost was simply too great.