Volume 1, Chapter 128: Returning Home

The father and son stared at each other for a long time, until the little one began to hiccup from crying.

Inside the bathroom, the sounds of retching continued, harsh and unbearable to hear.

"I suppose you're right." Murong Yufei knew nothing about what a father was supposed to do; his sudden transition into fatherhood was a challenge, and caring for a four-year-old child was, for him, a genuine predicament.

That night, Rong Yun emerged from the secret passage and habitually cast his gaze toward the swing in the courtyard. The delicate figure sitting there instantly filled the void that had occupied his heart for the past two days.

Meanwhile, Rong Qian stepped out of Xuanyuan Tianyue's room, her heart feeling heavy, as if she were struggling to breathe. Some memories she thought she had long forgotten seemed on the verge of resurfacing.

"Carry me home." Xu Xiangxiang looked at Li Huaisi with red, tear-filled eyes, sobbing incessantly.

"Is everything you said true?" Rong Yan had already sat up; despite the pain wracking his body, it was nothing compared to the shock that had struck his heart.

Ye Qingcheng let out a soft sigh, tinged with a faint sense of disappointment. She reached out and tapped the screen, which lit up once more to reveal a missed call.

Rong Qian smiled faintly, let go of his hand, and walked inside. The smile on her face faded bit by bit; approaching the truth always made one’s heart race with agitation.

"We have plenty of time. Do not rush. Because we cannot afford to fail!" Leafman said.

He did not know Li Rui’s true identity, but did that matter? Just looking at how enthusiastically Song Ziwu treated Li Rui, was that not enough to answer the question?

Comparing the scene to the Royal Capital and eliminating a mass of irrelevant areas, I could roughly determine where Olave was located.

This was an ancient Greek-style building, with stone pillars standing tall, and an air of solemn majesty permeating the structure.

"Sister, let's go. A good life awaits us ahead!" Qiao Niang turned around, said with a cheerful smile, and took her hand.

I stared intently at the coffin in the tomb. The blood seeping from the gaps around its lid surged out like soy milk from a stone mill, growing ever more voluminous. Yet, this "soy milk" was deep crimson, and in an instant, it converged into a river of blood, rushing toward the crowd.

"What does a quality inspector do?" Cheng Yaojin was more eager to learn today than he had ever been before.

But how could I find the entrance to the "Human Disk" house on the fourth level? Even if I found it, since the Huang family intended to silence everyone, wouldn't they have locked it? And if it were locked, my "Nine-Turn Soul Summoning Order" would be useless in this circular courtyard—so how could I open the door?

Even if the goal was to cultivate favor, building a super-luxurious palace in such a small space was absolutely impossible.

It’s over. Does this mean I won’t collect a single grain of rent from these lands next year? Upon further thought, as an imperial official, I could survive on my salary even without this rent, but what about the common people?

Xiuya was furious to the point of exasperation, yet she was also filled with sweetness; although Hongli was never short of company, they all knew what was truly important.

Many of the spectators flashed looks of intense regret. They were also blacksmiths participating in the tournament, but they had been eliminated in the first two rounds. Since they had not reached the finals, the "Sode no Shirayuki" was naturally beyond their reach.