Chapter 50: Destined Affinity

Such a trivial matter of divination for marriage could actually bring about a fatal disaster.

The experience of Abbess Huilan aroused my suspicions, prompting me to ask:

"How can you be certain that your junior sister's death was related to fortune-telling for marriage?"

I listened as Huixin slowly recounted:

"The matter begins a few days ago."

"A few days..."

At this moment, Hu Qing was merely wearing a thin set of silk pajamas, and prominent tooth marks were clearly visible on her tender, fair, and delicate neck.

Previously, Qiu Wuxu had descended the mountain once and caught sight of Wuzheng, leading Ni Yexin to suspect that Gu Rui might truly be down there in the town at the foot of the mountain.

Involuntarily, her gaze followed his direction. When she caught sight of those few faint marks on the beige bedsheet, with a soft thud, the flush that had already faded considerably rushed back to her face.

The tiny trace of doubt in Yuan Miaozhu's heart instantly vanished into thin air. Looking at Bai Zhanji with a touch of emotion, she told him her birthdate.

Su Miaomiao said with a smile, went to the kitchen to tidy up the milk cup, and then, taking her own mug and toothbrush, headed to the washroom. Before long, the sound of water could be heard from inside—that exceptionally intimate sound of water.

A slip of paper was suddenly pressed into his palm. Tao Xiu turned his head and, with some surprise, unfolded the paper to find the names of two or three kinds of sushi.

Zhao Yin had once roamed the pugilistic world before entering official service, rarely returning to the rivers and lakes since. With Ni Yexin away for so long all of a sudden, he unexpectedly felt a stirring of envy.

Yet hindered by this obstruction, Fan Chen was reduced to nothing more than a faint shadow in its eyes, and in the blink of an eye, even that shadow vanished completely.

That evening, upon learning of the day's events, Jin Yehua treated Xie Yaqin with indifference. Returning from the studio, he picked up his pajamas and walked straight out.

Ding Le remained silent, offering Ye Chenming a relaxed smile. Of course he had heard, and he had been worried that his mother might make Ye Chenming leave him, which was why he had resorted to eavesdropping.

His uncharacteristic reply left Xia Qi somewhat startled. She had prepared a lengthy explanation, yet she never expected that his simple three words would force her to swallow every subsequent word she intended to say.

"May 18th was an auspicious date chosen specifically, since it is an alliance between two great families, the Hans and the Kongs. The date was personally selected by Elder Han himself!" Mother He replied.

With that, ignoring whether she understood his words or not, he strode out of the bathroom without sweeping her up into his arms as she had hoped.

Receiving the signal, Lanyue shot Seventeen a charming smile, darted directly past her underarm, and lunged toward Mochen.

Abolish the hereditary system for military commanders; even the son of a commander must possess distinguished achievements in order to be promoted.

Han Lianyi wanted to reach out and touch the scars on his face left by the fight, but the moment she moved, the wounds on her back pulled with a heart-wrenching pain. Her outstretched hand froze mid-air due to the agony, and she gritted her teeth, frowning as she desperately fought to endure it.

Because of Chen Qian's spiritual sense sweeping across it, the entire City P grew increasingly eerie, lying dormant like a wolf lurking in the shadows, devoid of even the slightest sound of breathing.

In particular, women like Mistress Li and Mistress Yang, who had been driven out by their master's household and could find no work, harbored an injustice in their hearts that they couldn't conceal even if they tried.

"What's wrong with Brother Ling?" Jun Yuexi turned to ask Bai Yueran beside her. As far as Jun Baobao was concerned, she had always believed that little Bai was smarter than her, so whenever she encountered something she didn't understand, she was accustomed to asking little Bai.

If Hailing were to die in Yanzhou, the news would undoubtedly reach the imperial capital at the very first moment, and what they would face then would be far more than just Chiyou's eighty thousand elite troops.

To carry out a mission alongside such a siren, one who could usually only be glimpsed on a television screen, was something no red-blooded man could ever refuse.

"If I hadn't sent people to test the waters, you probably still wouldn't know by now," Wang Xuehai sneered coldly.