Chapter Sixty-Eight: Origins

At this moment, Zhao Yuan was enduring the beast’s relentless assaults, suffering attack after attack. He had no means to fight back; all he could do was dodge. With his current strength, he stood no chance against the spirit beast. Even at his peak, Zhao Yuan would have been powerless to defeat it, let alone now, injured and weakened.

The spirit beast showed no mercy, continuing its ceaseless attacks. Zhao Ling’er, seeing this scene, hurried forward and cried out, “Stop! Don’t attack my brother anymore!”

Miraculously, the spirit beast truly halted its assault. Zhao Yuan, witnessing this turn of events, realized all hope was lost.

Jin Guangyan returned to his room, resigned. Yet, lying in bed, he tossed and turned, unable to sleep. He didn’t dare disturb Yan Xiaoxiao, and belatedly remembered that Mu Feng had secretly ruined his reputation. Jealous, was he? Jin sneered, hoping Mu Feng would still have time to slander him after tomorrow.

Pulling out the carriage, Ruoxing loosened the reins and released the horse. Seeing Guan Jingtian following behind Qingyi, she had no time to say anything and quickly led another horse from the inn’s stable.

The brothers could no longer withstand the pressure from both front and rear. After days of battle, the First Brigade had lost sixty percent of its men; the survivors were all wounded.

So they walked over. They gazed, and after a long moment, their observations were complete.

Li Junxiu pointed out incisively that he wasn’t suffering from a stroke due to a sleepless night; rather, the matter was urgent and pressing.

In the midst of the quarrel, both sides broke out into a fight. Yu Zichen leapt forward, rescuing the young officer from the crowd. The leader of the escort recognized Yu Zichen and understood his identity; with just a glance from Yu Zichen, he no longer pressed the matter. Yet the young officer was unwilling and struggled, held fast by Yu Zichen.

Receiving the porcelain bowl, Huangfu Xian glanced at the blood scented faintly of medicine, then slowly shifted his gaze back to Ruoxing’s face. His deep, inscrutable eyes held a profound meaning, and the lazy smile at his lips was enigmatic enough that Ruoxing almost believed he had seen through her covert actions.

“Sister… little sister, do you think Shaochen is handsome too?” Fang Shijie had once asked his nursemaid why all the girls stared at Shaochen without speaking. The nursemaid replied it was because they found him handsome.

Jin Guangyan wanted to say something, but his phone rang at the most inopportune moment. It was a strange number. Jin Guangyan frowned, hung up, but the phone continued to ring persistently.

Outside the bedroom balcony, Tangtang saw King standing there, gazing at the star-filled sky, his voice drifting faintly in the night.

Lin Chong wielded his silver spear, Luo Cheng raised his elegant flower spear, and together they attacked the eagle-headed, lion-bodied monster that was “skirmishing” in the sky. Their pincer attack drew blood from every orifice, yet the beast remained fiercely defiant.

“Let her sip a little to moisten her throat first. She hasn’t eaten properly for days—she can’t drink too much water at once, or her stomach and intestines will be harmed,” Lu Yinan calmly advised Shen Zhijian.

Normally, such matters could be entrusted to Anthony, but Lin Hanxing found it rather embarrassing.

Yue Guanqian’s face suddenly appeared, approaching from the door, and offered a smile he believed to be kindly to Yuanbao.

“Boss, they’re all superficial wounds, no internal injuries. You’ve handled everything,” the man in the white coat, finding himself useless, could only report honestly.

Huang Hongfei, who had been silent, suddenly reached out and gently grasped Old Madam Du’s hand, saying earnestly, “Please calm yourself, Madam.”

Touching the warm skin, she suddenly opened her eyes wide, only then realizing she had spent last night in the bridal chamber with the prince.

“Brother, how about you and sister-in-law play a game?” Shen Zhixing asked Shen Zhijian excitedly. She wanted to see what kind of scene would unfold when the family’s chess expert took the board.

During Huangfu Chen’s absence from the capital, the Lin family kept a low profile, never coming forward for anything.