Chapter 112: Still Need to Ask

"She won't be unable to accept it. Luo Xue does have feelings for me, but she also understands very well the bond between you and me."

Inside the car, Jiang Chen listened to Chu Qingcheng’s words and smiled faintly. His gaze settled on the bustling streets outside the window as he softly said, "She might feel a brief sadness, but she will recover quickly. After all, she is still the head of the Li family, and her mind is not as fragile as you think..."

With this, everything became clear—the crown prince must have agreed to the political marriage, and the chosen bride was none other than Feng Wuji’s younger sister.

Those who overheard this couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow, a heavy melancholy weaving itself tightly around their hearts, almost bringing tears to their eyes.

The audience below burst into laughter, but Old Qi waved his hand to quiet them, then continued, "From today onward, I will be sharing with you some knowledge about the I Ching, yin and yang, and the five elements."

In the next moment, a terrifying figure flickered briefly in midair. When the shadow appeared before Lan Feng, the lingering silhouette slowly dissipated.

Ming Xuan glanced up, his mind already piecing things together. It was easy to guess what had unsettled Mo Yun—everyone inside the room had already guessed, except for Meng Ze, who was unaware, and Sweetie, who reacted a bit late but was only slow, not foolish.

Living in a constant state of tension, overly strained nerves severely affected the efficiency of cultivation.

On ordinary days, when there was nothing to do, Xia Shouping and Er Zhu would go sell candy, while Qing Bao and the third, fourth, and fifth children stayed at home. If Xia Shouping had something to attend to, like visiting graves, the children would all go to the city together to sell candy.

She suddenly opened her eyes, her gaze sparkling, a fierce determination igniting like a blazing fire. A brilliant light erupted from her eyes.

No! Absolutely not! Whenever Lin Xi thought he wouldn't get that position, it felt as if someone was tearing him apart from within... That bone-deep pain made his body tremble slightly.

"Illiterate and unlearned, indeed you twist words and speak with a silver tongue! Do you know how the teacher deals with such students?"

He and Zhou Yalan only knew about what had happened at the factory that morning; the events at the midday banquet had not yet reached their ears.

After a short while, Li Chunlai called a ferryman again. Everyone boarded the boat and headed toward the last stretch of Gu Lan County.

Perhaps this was why Tang Li had never been able to detect any issues from Roland’s appearance.

"You filthy woman, you’re not even worthy to carry Xiao Ruoyun’s shoes. If you didn’t resemble her somewhat, do you think I would like you?"

Rong Shun flipped through several paintings carrying negative omens and immediately realized the matter was far more complicated than it appeared.

He had been foolish enough to be tricked here by Jin Wu and ended up clashing with Chen Yang—wasn’t he just pushing himself into the fire pit?

Lin Lang suppressed her surprise and smiled, then lay down gracefully. Her hair, reaching down to her ankles, slipped through the boy’s legs, trailing across the crimson carpet like darkness melting into molten blood—dense and chaotic, binding the creature she had bewitched.

Guo Ziyi sighed and said, "Indeed, our Guo family has been plagued by misfortune recently, so I invited the teacher here."

The horseman wore a black cloak that fluttered wildly in the fierce wind, and from afar, he looked like a heavy black cloud, a presence that darkened the sky and filled the heart with dread.

"Whether it’s necessary or not, we’ll see if he even survives," Xie Mao said without much hope.

After Xiao Fei advanced, the person coming down from the upper floor naturally seized the opportunity. He said the most important reason for this match was so he could use it as a chance to teach Xiao Fei a proper lesson.

"How would I know?" Zhou Yun shook his head, sensing that Old Cui’s mouth was unlikely to speak of anything good.