Chapter Fifty-Two: Spring Has Come for the Su Father and Son

As Wu Qihao led his men away, Luo Qiuyu and Luo Yu, the two sisters, found themselves in an awkward predicament. If they were to leave now, they wouldn't have gotten a single coin from Ye Cheng; instead, they'd been thoroughly humiliated by him, their pride scorched inside and out. Yet if they chose to stay, they had nothing left to rely on—both Wu Qihao and Zhu Yaotang had fallen here. What else could they do but leave?

Ye Cheng watched the two of them depart...

Of the four blacksmith shops, three were now gone, leaving only the Han family’s forge. Yang Xiu turned to look at the Han brothers.

Is this the so-called love you put your faith in? Is this why you swore such heavy oaths, making generations—three, even up to thirty-six—wait in vain for so long?

During all this, he could only freeze in place. Though his heart was filled with countless doubts about their identities, he could not speak, letting them place whatever seal they wished upon him.

The timing of every archer raising his hand was observed and calculated by Su Die, who also made effective use of the intervals in their reactions. Among the robbers stationed at three points in a building over thirty stories high, the one by the window who first raised his hand to aim was taken out first, followed by those who reacted later.

When his father, Kang Dazhi, finally began to explain to him what had happened that day, Kang Mingsong was left utterly astonished.

As Kang Mingsong panted heavily, one hand reaching for Yuan Bingling’s voluptuous figure, she became flustered and struggled shyly for a moment. Then she realized her belt had been undone by her boyfriend, whose other hand slipped inside, his burning palm pressing against her cool, smooth skin. Her heart nearly leapt out of her chest.

Before the martial artist could reply, a youthful voice sounded. Everyone turned to see Tang Hao sprinting toward them.

Li Moyao, under her gaze, felt deeply guilty and took a series of steps back, unable to meet Mu Xiaoxi’s beautiful eyes.

The mistake lay in the Supreme Emperor honoring the Daoist temple and consuming elixirs, while the emperor himself revered Buddhism, banned Daoism, and strictly forbade the trade of elixirs among the people. Thus, Daoist elixirs found themselves in the awkward position of being both neglected and restricted.

The summer night’s moon shone as bright as day, its light pouring down like water, spread across the ground like white silk. The moonlight was so enchanting, and those beneath it, just as mesmerizing.

Su Yuyang dared not further contemplate his relationship with Ling Miao; he was afraid, afraid he would never be able to leave her.

On the night before the execution, after finishing the sumptuous “last meal” brought by the prison guard, Yang Duozi quietly escaped from prison.

“That’s right!” Madam Shen said with a smile, then discussed some matters regarding embroidery with Li Danruo before taking her leave.

Meng Yu leaned in closer to Nini. They had played together for quite some time and had become rather familiar. Coupled with Meng Yu’s naturally cheerful disposition, their conversation felt as though they shared some secret between them.

Before the Spring Festival, Eighth Master Jiang Yanying rushed day and night from Xiongzhou back to the capital. Seeing Jiang Yanying, tanned but tall, strong, and full of vigor, Old Madam Cheng was so overjoyed she could not speak, only clutching Jiang Yanying’s hands as tears streamed down her face.

As Ling Miao sobbed and stammered, with every sound he made, Su Yuyang felt his own heart twist painfully.

Gu Santong was first astonished, then wild with joy. After a long while, he suddenly fixed his gaze on Xia Yang and asked slowly, “How do you know so much about these matters? Could it be… you are my son?” Judging by his age, it was not impossible.

What were all these questions trying to say? Did they mean that, in his heart, I was somehow special?

These days, the Li family was still thriving. Madam Ning had given birth to Master Li Yujing, First Aunt Li Wan, Third Master Li Yushao, and Fourth Master Li Yuan, as well as a second master, Li Yuming, who was born of a concubine.

Madam Dai nodded and said, “Exactly. The Old Madam’s heart aches, too. Just the other day, she was thinking of sending someone to Hangzhou to see her.” As she spoke, Madam Dai dabbed her eyes with a handkerchief, and the others hurried to comfort her, whether sincerely or not, steering the conversation elsewhere.

In fact, it wasn’t the first time someone had indirectly suggested that, as the head of the family, I couldn’t simply hide at home during times like these.