Chapter 70: Punished to Kneel

Soon, Zhou Shaoyuan was taken to Cloud City Central Hospital.

This hospital was the best in Cloud City, a top-tier facility where sixty percent of the Western medical staff had returned from overseas studies. The remaining forty percent were renowned and authoritative practitioners of traditional medicine. Among them, Liu Yizhen was the hospital’s foremost representative.

At this moment, inside a hospital ward...

Her bed was on the other side of the room, and she had her back turned to Chong Tiange and Du Yuxiao. No wonder, when she had just awakened, neither of them noticed.

Luan Chi could no longer restrain himself. Taking advantage of the man’s time in the shower, he ordered his people to rush forward, seize Ye Yingning, and bring her back, forcing her into the car.

“Of course, I’ll take on this task first, then go ask my senior what’s really going on. Clearly, I’m an assistant there, and I receive funding and credits every month—so why didn’t they ask me for help, and instead issued a task?” With that, she left.

She spoke as if she was considering Su Ruibai, but in truth, her tone revealed that Su Ruibai was just a commodity now. Besides remarrying Xiao Xiao, she could never find a better man.

Sheng Fei couldn’t figure it out, but she had one virtue: she never pretended to understand what she didn’t.

“Don’t joke around. How could electricity exist in a human body?” No one believed it, but Liu Ying’s actions soon left them no choice. Suddenly, powerful currents surged around Liu Ying, enveloping him completely.

It was best, then, to act as if she knew nothing. Perhaps that was the wisest approach.

After that explosive shout, the ancient cosmos transformed into countless terrifying atomic stars, erasing all traces of the universe. The dreadful black hole storm sucked the body of the Eternal Emperor into its vortex. The emperor struggled and roared, but in the end, he was drawn into the storm.

When she brought the finished porridge to the living room, Xiao Xiao was already asleep. Strands of hair lay against his forehead, his breathing was steady, but his face still pale.

“Feng’er, there’s no need to pursue whoever is behind this. This time, we simply weren’t skilled enough,” Shui Jingyue said calmly, as if nothing could disturb her.

Ming Qian was stunned. In an instant, tears streamed down her face: “It wasn’t me! I didn’t do it—I didn’t know about the letter... nor would I poison you. I never wanted to kill you...” By the end, she was sobbing uncontrollably.

Father Xiao smiled as he reached for the red wine, but Shen Yanbo was already pouring him a glass, so he let it go.

Her family had grown accustomed to her frequent travels between worlds. As long as she returned home each day, they supported her in any endeavor, no matter where she chose to build her career.

Aunt Liu went to the servants’ quarters, Jiang Yunyao followed, and just happened to run into Jinju, who had returned from her search.

The old couple quickly nodded after hearing this. Honest and unassuming people, they couldn’t help but feel uneasy, not knowing where I intended to take them. Still, with me overseeing things, they gradually relaxed.

She admitted she had downloaded it after his confession that night, but she would never own up to it face to face.

Liu Shaoxing was famous for being sharp, cunning, and suspicious. He had no desire to deal with the princess any further, so he picked up his teacup and drank.

Ouyang Qingye sensed his opponent’s weaker strength, so he used only thirty percent of his power to leap and strike at Nangong Xi.

In one breath, she repaired the old man’s organs, and her spiritual energy was almost entirely depleted.

Did father truly believe an outsider had killed grandmother? What kind of place was the Southern County Prince’s residence? How could an outsider ever touch grandmother’s belongings? Most likely, it was a case of the thief crying thief.

“I don’t hate.” Ling Xi replied truthfully. Among the three of them, neither Lian Rong nor Liao Jinghong had done anything wrong. The fault lay with Ling Xi himself—he didn’t understand his own heart, nor did he know what he truly wanted.