Chapter 113: Gu Minmin

It was only later that Xie Lin realized the main reason Gu Zhuo was reprimanded so harshly by her parents was because she was intelligent.

“Children of the same age, even those older than me, usually can’t understand such words, so parents don’t speak to them that way. But I understood. Because they knew I understood, they always said those things to me,” Gu Zhuo had said at the time.

Xie Lin’s heartache then could not be expressed in just a few words.

When beauty reaches its peak, it often breeds allure. She resolved to explore the path of enchanting charm, captivating all who beheld her.

An Man was also adept at socializing. Knowing they were not well-liked, she used all her cunning. Within days, she had won over Xu Hongdou and Chen Nanxing, warming their relations considerably. Even Si Teng was coaxed into occasionally smiling under her influence.

“Lord Yunzhong is precisely the person in charge of setting sail for our Yin-Yang School’s Mirage,” Qing Wu said with a slight smile, as if something was beginning to make sense.

Thanks to the divination techniques picked up from Bi Shisan, Wang Yue had also come to understand the Fuxi Eight Trigrams, making the learning of the Lingbo Weibu (Ripple Step) a breeze.

“Here again?” Yue Li glanced around at the endless white expanse. This was the second time she had dreamed of this place. She usually forgot her dreams upon waking, but this place remained vividly etched in her memory.

Shi Yi, hearing Wang Yue’s words, understood he had done his best and did not press further. After all, Wang Yue was already taking risks and could not overextend himself.

“We must have someone else steer for me while I give directions from the side,” the old man Ban suddenly said, interrupting the thoughts of Gai Nie and Duanmu Rong. He had discovered that his hands had completely lost their instinct, making it impossible to operate the Zhuque mechanism.

Every inch of his body ached, especially his heart, which throbbed painfully. Song Boyu felt as if a red-hot iron rod had been fiercely driven into his heart, stirring it mercilessly.

He firmly believed that the acquisition of any antique was never about a person choosing the object, but the object choosing the person. The bond between person and artifact seemed predestined from a past life.

It seemed that after so many years, Gai Nie’s way of dealing with people and reading their minds had not improved much compared to over a decade ago.

The figures in the painting were rendered with blurred lines, depicting scenes of labor in dim light. Some were tied with ropes, climbing dark mountain cliffs as if carving something. Others carried timber, trudging through the darkness with anguished expressions etched on their faces.

Wait, she mentioned Guiguzi. Then who was that silver-haired man before? Was it Wei Zhuang? It definitely wasn’t Wei Zhuang, so it must be Gai Nie. And the beauty? Naturally, that would be Zhao Lingxi.

Thus, the two equally malicious men quickly joined forces, plotting every conceivable scheme to kill Situ Haoyu. As a result, Situ Haoyu narrowly survived several “accidents” each year, thanks to his extraordinary luck.

When Situ Haoyu was four, the now fully corrupted Sun Yue madly hired someone to drive a car and hit Meng Yunqian and Situ Haoyu together. Meng Yunqian died protecting Situ Haoyu, leaving him a motherless, pitiable child.

After all, when Nangong Aoxue stood there, his demeanor and bearing were unlike anyone else in the martial world.

But things rarely unfold as planned. Just as Cheng Lingzhi was eating lunch, the director summoned her once again.

Feng Wushuang smiled serenely, saying nothing, though a wave of exhaustion washed over her. If not for the hunger in her belly, she would have long succumbed to drowsiness.

“Can you bear not seeing each other for a month or even longer?!” Situ Haoyu’s tone was filled with accusation.

As Nan Zao Yunzi drew near, Wang Xianqing sensed imminent danger. Yet he paid it no mind and instead directly notified the American representative, Scarlett—an intelligence agent disguised as Pauline.