Chapter 37: The True and False Heiresses

Huai Ying cut straight to the point: "You were the one who swapped me with Bai Jinwei, weren't you?"

Bai Jingming paused, then burst into laughter. He scrutinized her without reservation, saying, "You are quite interesting; you don't seem as dim-witted as the rumors suggest."

"Do you want to cooperate with me?" Huai Ying proposed.

The man before her was likely the greatest villain in this world. She was giving herself one last chance.

"Cooperate on what?" Bai Jingming asked in return.

That was the very technique of the Nine Nether Firmament practiced by Jun Shuang. When unleashed, it carried a unique, inherent effect that not only inflicted severe injury but also trapped the victim within a mental onslaught from which they could not escape until they perished.

Everyone watched in silence, carefully sensing the steadily rising momentum. They all knew that this titan of the Integration Realm was making a final push toward the peak of his power. Should he succeed, it would be a new chapter in history.

Xia Yunzhi denied it, yet her exposure was evident. After glancing at Wangyou, she quickly lowered her head. Wangyou smiled, understanding the situation immediately.

"Have you had enough? I have tried my best to appease you; what more do you want?" Being with a man like this, even arguing felt utterly futile.

It’s probably necessary to hire a servant or someone to handle the cleaning—ideally a talented all-rounder who can also cook, Malone mused to himself.

"For these next three days, you are not to go anywhere. You are to stay here at the Zunsha mansion, familiarize yourself with me, and prepare for what comes after!" He rolled out of bed, checked his emails on the computer, and then threw on a coat and stepped out.

"Yaya, where did you go? There’s good food over here..." Chen Xing called toward the woods while grilling fish by the seaside.

It worked! Malone rejoiced inwardly, though he dared not cheer aloud. After all, while his body was invisible, his voice would certainly still carry.

Wangyou wore a veil, revealing only her eyes, yet she never expected to be recognized even so. Seeing Shen Yan pause his movements, Bai Ze seized the opportunity to snatch the injured Chu Han and toss him onto his back.

Chen Qian walked through the central corridor to the kitchen. Inside a jar, she found chunks of salt. She took a gourd ladle, went to the tap, and filled it with water. Returning to the kitchen, she dropped in several large salt crystals.

The military officials looked sheepish; they were worried about the Regent’s health, yet they were also impatient. Among military men, who didn't possess more temper than composure?

Sure enough, as soon as Zhan Yunge finished speaking, Nangong Xuan moved. His actions were fluid and masterful; although Weng Shengyuan saw them clearly, he was unable to react. In an instant, Nangong Xuan’s movements concluded, and the crowd saw that Weng Shengyuan had been beaten into a pulp.

Chen Shufen had no idea what Zhong Xiwang intended to do. In truth, her impression of Zhong Xiwang was much like Han Xiao’s—a pushover who smiled all day and never spoke a harsh word to anyone. Although Zheng Shuguang’s military rank was higher than Political Commissar Han’s, Zhong Xiwang had always been respectful toward her and had never ignored her so directly until now.

Upon entering the cinema, the first thing that caught the eye was a projection screen measuring roughly three hundred inches.

The girl was no relation to her, and Cheng Rong, long accustomed to keeping to herself and playing it safe, naturally had no intention of meddling in others' affairs.

Ningning wanted to explain, but the shackles placed upon travelers from the future remained. Although she had regained most of her strength, she still could not reveal her origins.

The cowshed was, as the name implied, the place in Zhongliu Village used for raising cattle. It was tended by an old man from the village with experience in livestock, and the shed also housed a middle-aged man sent down from elsewhere for re-education.

It must be said that Zhong Laichun had a sharp mind. His plan was well-conceived, and he did indeed encounter Wu Ling at the location he had predicted. However, plans often fail to keep pace with change; the timing of his arrival was inappropriate, as Wu Ling was suffering from menstrual cramps and had no desire to see anyone.