Chapter 52: The Professor's Wife-Murder Case (1)

Tang Zheng no longer wished to remain at the amusement park. He handed Little Bao over to Duan Mei and drove off to find Duan Yuxuan.

Duan Yuxuan was brewing tea. The fragrance drifted gently through the air, and she looked perfectly content, clearly in an excellent mood.

Tang Zheng was so furious that smoke seemed to pour from his ears. “Director Duan, what do you mean by this? You pushed me out to take the fall for you?”

“Oh, my! Happy New Year, Brother Tang!” Duan Yuxuan welcomed him warmly. “Come, come, have a taste! I just bought this tea. It’s naturally grown and green, perfect for retirement…”

“You should have some understanding of the circumstances of your other three senior brothers as well, shouldn’t you?” Kui Mulang said.

As the two questioned and answered one another, the advisers nearby gradually pieced together what had happened. They exchanged glances, and most wore mocking expressions, clearly holding Qi Teler’s actions in deep contempt.

The people nearby were plainly impressed by his audacity. The attendants had never seen anyone dare to refuse any request from Princess Taiping so directly and decisively. Even when Xue Chongxun had been emperor, hadn’t he initially accompanied her with flattering words? Yet now, it seemed that mother and son shared much the same temperament.

Once he became serious, the scene that followed grew even more entertaining. The ground had been loosened into sand and sprinkled with oil. Some people fell from their horses and ended up covered in oily mud, yet paid it no mind and continued racing. The spectators’ excitement rose higher and higher, and the cheers before Linde Hall grew increasingly loud.

A black halo flew from the hands of one ghost-clan captain. At the same time, the other ghost-clan captains struck together, forcing Liu Tian’s swiftly moving figure to falter and become ensnared by the halo.

Zhang Xiaozhen had offered Du Xian advice several times, and subsequent events had proved that he possessed truly extraordinary insight. Du Xian therefore attached even greater importance to his opinion this time.

Naturally, many of the ghost-clan members sent out distress signals as they fled. Before long, the ghost soldiers who had been waiting in the city rushed over.

Qingxiang White Lotus’s gaze was tranquil as she said indifferently, “If you want to live with her, then go ahead.” She walked a few steps, then sat down expressionlessly.

“I want to… become stronger.” As he introduced each crystal soul, his face was filled with yearning. The side effects of the crystal souls meant nothing to him. After being tempered by the murderous intent of the Godslayer Order, what could possibly affect him?

The reason this outcome had occurred was that Wuhou knew the power of the Original Vow could not be tainted by worldly influences. It had been formed through holiness; without that sacred intent, it would naturally disperse. Moreover, when it dispersed, it would carry away part of the power of the person who had invoked it.

Sure enough, under Ye Wumei’s spellbinding influence, the fat man was completely bewitched. He made obscene gestures, a blissful and satisfied smile spread across his face.

It was not until around three in the morning that Fu Zichen’s temperature finally began to fall.

Everyone had greatly enjoyed the meal. With the final examinations approaching, it was rare for them to get out together. When we left, Chang accompanied us all the way to the entrance and continued waving even after we had gone.

In Heba Yu’s eyes, perhaps it was merely a lock of her hair. But to a witch, a single strand of hair could be used for many things. That was why the members of the witchcraft sect would never allow their hair, fingernails, or anything similar to fall into the hands of outsiders.

Tan Laogen summoned his courage and looked up at the doorway. Outside was pitch-black, and he could see nothing.

“Yes.” Su Zhili nodded. She intended to notify Steward Mo once they had finished discussing the matter. As for the selection of candidates, once Xiao Boyu and the others had made their choices, they would certainly send someone over.

“Princess Consort? Why are you up? If you need anything, just give this servant an order.” Jinkui hurried forward and took the fire starter from Mu Xiqing’s hand. She was secretly alarmed. Damn it—how could she have slept so deeply that she had not even noticed the princess consort getting up? If someone had broken in while she slept, what could she have used to protect her?

“They’re here! They’re here! I’ve brought the wet towel!” Xie Jurui came running over with a damp towel. She then gently placed it on Tu Ruicong’s forehead.