Volume One, Chapter 37: Xu Wenjun Recognizes Song Jinhe as Her Daughter

Song Jinhe frowned as she looked at Xu Wenjun, who was gripping her hand tightly.
“Professor Xu, what do you mean by this?”
Xu Wenjun was so overwhelmed with emotion that she could hardly speak; even her lips trembled slightly.
Lin Zhiwan, who had been standing by the teacher's side all along, quickly supported her upon seeing her sudden change.
“Teacher Xu, what’s wrong?”
“Turned into tears of a thousand years of longing, still unable to unravel this sorrow. Don’t ask from the start how my heart splits; the lonely hero always finds no way.” As the words fell, the person moved to Han Qingyi’s side.
I nudged Qiangzi, signaling him to create a small gap so I could take a look. Suddenly, when I saw it, my mind exploded—damn it, right before me were crooked, all kinds of thief holes, looking just like rat burrows.
Standing at the bow, gazing into the distance, the outer city of the capital, shrouded in morning mist, began to emerge faintly with the rising sun. Xiao Yumiao exhaled deeply.
I didn’t try to stop it either. Suddenly, Wang Hong pulled out something that startled me—a five-inch iron nail, rusted and stained with blood, pulled from the back of someone’s skull.
But then, I heard heavy footsteps approaching, like the march of an army. “Clack, ding-dong.” I frowned, my ears filled with a fierce wind mixed with the sounds of battle. The noise was so vivid it made my head throb painfully.
Though they had no bride or groom, no wedding attire, under the golden phoenix and dragon-embellished red candlelight, they were still astonishingly beautiful.
The power of the Six Demon Emperor Tui was overwhelmingly strong. Given the current state of myself, Xi Shuang, and Mo Yunchen, we simply couldn’t harm that monster.
Aunt Yuan Yuan felt increasingly uneasy, her gaze toward Qingyi growing darker. The schemers with their dirty plans began to emerge as well.
Holding the sword in her left hand to defend, she stretched out her right hand to the side. A new incantation flashed through Mu Yun’s mind. She silently chanted it, channeling spiritual energy to gather in her right palm, where a bright, white sphere slowly formed.
“Send the crown prince back to the Eastern Palace. Without my decree, no one is to release him. Anyone who errs shall be flogged to death.” The Empress’s greatest concern was that Leng Tong might take another step forward. She had no choice but to assign guards to watch over him, ensuring he would not leave the Eastern Palace. One wrong step could lead to utter disaster.
Meng Xingchen nodded and said to her, “Mistress, you should rest early.” Then he picked up a bowl from the table and prepared to leave. He dared not linger, fearing she might get angry.
Soon after, the Prime Minister of the Golden Phoenix Kingdom and his party arrived at the tomb of the Golden Phoenix King in the rear mountain.
Before the words were finished, Han Yancheng and Bai Ningxi exchanged worried glances, both sensing something ominous. “Where?” After a brief silence, Han Yancheng asked.
“It’s nothing. I suppose this is my way of saying goodbye. Over these years, I’ve hidden my name, seeking to inherit something. Now that I have, I’m ready to leave,” Wei Xunxue said, looking at Zhang Sanfeng.
Zhang Sanfeng trusted his intuition—it couldn’t be wrong. Yet he also doubted how kind-hearted Xin Xin could have turned someone into a fool unless, by now, Xin Xin was no longer the original Wu Xin Xin.
Afterwards, Lord Liu ordered his guards to carry away the bodies of those who had died in the courtyard during the fight.
“I’m not saying this to criticize you, but can’t you learn seriously for once? You’re supposed to be capable—don’t tell me you can’t grasp this little bit?” To push Zhou Houming to improve, Wu Hua resorted to provocation.
“Disciple, don’t lose heart. I can teach you a trick or two for this matter,” Wu Hua chuckled, a mischievous idea forming in his mind.