Chapter 34: The Abandoned Wife

At the same time, in the City of Ten Thousand Demons, in the Ghost Prison Beast Arena, the servant quarters were located in the lowest basement. The environment here was even worse than Chu Yuyao had imagined—dark, damp, reeking of blood and filth, the ground littered with filth, never-ending piles of demonic beast corpses and mountains of excrement. Several servants dressed in rough linen clothes were mechanically cleaning up the waste. Upon hearing footsteps, they raised their heads with numb expressions, only to quickly lower them again, as if indifferent to everything around them.

A torrent of information surged into Su Yi’s mind like a flood. He was startled at first, but gradually adapted and soon regained his composure.

Meanwhile, the two little ones, Atai and A’yang, who were clawing and biting each other just yesterday, were already playing together again today.

Zhao’er’s departure caused not the slightest ripple; Dinghai County by the sea remained as peaceful yet bustling as ever.

Well, in light of the fact that he had saved her and hadn’t abandoned her, she decided to forgive him for now.

Ye Jiarou’s simple, understated attire made her appear even more delicate and lovable, stirring pity in the hearts of those who saw her. The only one who knew the truth, Ye Chu, couldn’t help but remark, “What a pure white lotus she is.”

Given his current hatred for the Wise Prince, upon hearing that Xiao Mo was injured, he didn’t hesitate to send someone to track him down, determined to eliminate the problem at its root.

The young Lu Zhen wore a clean, modest round-collared robe, a thin leather belt at his waist. Lacking any official position, his dress was understated and plain, without a single ornament. Technically, he was currently considered a servant of Prince Xin.

“Strutting around as you please might not be realistic. Aren’t you also going to Bingji Ridge to be punished?” Mo Xian said helplessly.

“That’s true…” Meng Haochang wanted to say more when Lu Shenming entered from outside, apparently also there to brew tea.

The Ministry of Revenue had successfully shifted responsibility; instead of shouldering the blame alone, everyone was now involved in discussing a solution. This was probably precisely what Yang Chonghua had intended.

Stretching out both arms, Chang Sheng grabbed the Ghost King’s large hands. The gesture looked ridiculous, for he could only grasp the Ghost King’s fingers—like a praying mantis trying to stop a chariot.

With this explanation, when everyone looked again at Zhan Ying’s speed, realization dawned. Most of them had finally figured out what was going on.

The Blackfang Rat was thrown into a corner. Its body pierced through, it now lay dying, barely clinging to life.

“Gu Chang’an, watch your foul mouth and stop slandering others!” Feng Xing, who had been silently watching the scene unfold, suddenly burst out in anger. He could stand by while Feng Jinglan was besieged by Gu Chang’an and the others, but not Bai Li Yi—after all, everyone knew that Bai Li Yi and Young Master Rong were the only two who could freely enter and leave the Hall of Nine Heavens.

Before him, the cultivation of these two men was far beyond his own, yet they quarreled over a single pill—something that would draw laughter from the world if word got out.

Ding Feng cast an amused glance at ‘Golden Chrysanthemum,’ whose face was full of gloom, then walked over to the old well, bent down, scooped another bowl of spring water, and, without waiting for ‘Golden Chrysanthemum’ to speak, drank it down in one gulp.

As for what “three highs” meant for Cat Phoenix II, he didn’t know, but growing tall and strong was the lifelong pursuit of any beast.

“We aren’t even married yet, but you’re already calling them ‘Mom and Dad’ so naturally!” Lu Wen shot Meng Yunxin a furious glare and hurried into the house.

Fan Ren spun around abruptly. There stood a bald monk in splendid robes, smiling kindly at him.

“No! How could I be wrong? They’re the ones at fault!” Grace’s face twisted with rage as she shouted at Tang Lin.

Since the opponent was a close-combat fighter, it was necessary for me to bring out my own melee weapon to level the playing field.

You still think you’re in the right? Julian, gasping for breath, glared at Su Zhou as if he could bite a chunk out of his arm.

As I spoke, I kicked the door a few more times, cursing at the neighbors. Why wouldn’t it budge? This was odd—rich people’s doors really were too sturdy.