Chapter 57: The Arrival of the Typhoon

Hearing this over the phone, Zhong Yulan could not help but nod. It seemed Lu Mingyue was treating the two children very well, allowing them to accept her so quickly.

Many people think that because children are young, they understand nothing, but in truth, children are the most sensitive beings. They can easily perceive both kindness and malice from adults.

Seeing that the two children had truly accepted Lu Mingyue, Zhong Yulan was sincerely happy, and she was happy for her son as well.

They chatted until someone on the other end urged them, and the two children hung up the phone with lingering reluctance.

After stepping down from the Ferris wheel, the sky had already begun to darken. Lin Peng finally walked into the amusement park's photo studio. Gazing at the dense array of photographs covering the walls, he searched desperately for that single picture of himself and Dugu Shuqin. Finally, his gaze landed on a corner of the wall and came to a halt.

As they were speaking, the group saw the door of a sedan parked ahead suddenly open, and a tall, blonde-haired, blue-eyed man stepped out from the vehicle! In the bright sunlight, his fluffy mass of golden hair shone brilliantly and looked full of vitality.

The Sixth Prince nodded after a long while, seeming as though his soul had left his body, staring blankly at Huaxi with dull eyes.

Huaxi, why is it that after doing so many abominable things, there are still so many people who think you are good?

However, they were intercepted by Lang Xihai and Yang Yang, followed by a fierce beating that left the three of them bruised and swollen, curling up on the deck in a near-lifeless state.

The driver thought about offering an explanation, but the line on the other end had already been hung up. Figuring that avoiding trouble was better than courting it, he decided to just leave.

The Master's eyes gradually dimmed, his face filled with worry and compassion. Sonam and his companion sat on either side, struggling to exercise restraint, but their faces were already shrouded in a dark pallor while their mouths chanted Buddhist scriptures.

To believe something without seeing it with her own eyes—was Mo Qianxue brainless, or did she simply not trust her own sister at all?

"Are you going to leave or not? If not, I am going home," Zhao Song said, turning his body around as if to head back.

He made a gesture toward Xingzhui: one fist placed against his chest, while his other hand reached out toward Xingzhui.

Su Jin was absolutely not going to let this opportunity slip by. After pondering for a moment, it was only when Rong Yun embraced her from behind that she regained her senses. Feeling his warmth, she slightly frowned and said, "Your body is so cold." With that, she turned around to look at him.

"Previously, I held some respect for these two men's martial arts, but seeing their current despicable demeanor, one can easily imagine what kind of atmosphere prevails in Shaolin nowadays."

The two sisters were somewhat vexed by this after all. After all, due to the period of mourning, their coming-of-age ceremonies could only be held in a simple manner, and restricted entirely to their own courtyard. For them, this was undoubtedly the greatest regret.

Madam Tang sneered, lifting her chin to point in the direction of the imperial palace. When everyone connected this to the silver produced by Dowager Empress Jin and Empress Feng, they no longer dared to say anything more.

The smile on Yansha's face remained frozen like a withered flower until he watched Canyang walk out of the Hantian Palace, after which it slowly faded.

"Could she possibly come up with some bizarre and unusual scheme?" Zhiqi thought, believing they had already done everything that needed to be done.

"A-Jin, what do you think should be done?" The old lady asked, frowning as she placed the account book in her hand to one side.

Murong Xu merely knelt and moved forward, looking up at the Empress Dowager before collapsing into her embrace.

Normally, when encountering such a fortunate event, wouldn't a servant rush forward eagerly? Yet he was well-behaved; he simply wore an icy expression and claimed ignorance, which must have infuriated the Emperor to no end. This humble kowtower still remembers how unsightly the Emperor's complexion was back then.

Since the final crime of robbery and assault did not result in death, and he must have made his plans long beforehand, he had remained hidden inside the wall all along. It seemed he might have had some inkling about this paradise, which was why he appeared here; as for the others, they probably ceased to exist long ago.

She thought to herself that the Mid-Autumn Festival was originally a time for family reunion, a day when families gathered to eat mooncakes and admire the moon. Indeed, being in a strange land, melancholy was inevitable.