Chapter 52: That's Exactly What I Wanted to Hear

"Village Chief, if you don't give us a satisfactory explanation today, even if I have to take this all the way to the imperial capital, I will make this family pay with their lives for my poor nephew!" Sheng Chunhua's words gave the elderly village chief a violent shudder. Goodness gracious!

It seemed that if this matter wasn't handled properly today, he would be implicated as well.

Why was such an elderly man still the village chief of Zheng Family Village? Just by the name, one could tell that everyone in the village shared the surname Zheng, and this old village chief had the highest seniority among them.

Meanwhile, not far from the bustling metropolis, the 1,688-meter-high Kowloon Pagoda was under construction. It was also designed to be a top-tier shopping center, and upon its completion, all luxury brands would relocate there.

"Yada, yada, yada..." The Miao ethnic woman pointed ahead, and after taking a look, Zhang Dajun expressed his gratitude before heading in the direction she indicated.

"Friends will come to help me. Mom, have some water first. I'll go boil some porridge so we can feed Dad when he wakes up. He hasn't eaten anything in days," Hu Mei'er said, fighting back her tears.

Su Leqing pushed the door open as instructed and saw an elegant man in his thirties welcoming Mijun and his fiancée for tea.

As for the three fathers—Xu Shuqing, Han Nan, and Qin Ye—they were still searching the village for the stones inscribed with their respective names.

The moment Li Yang fixed his gaze on him, Eunuch Gui felt like a fish out of water, struggling intensely just to breathe. Furthermore, the four words "Did you understand?" echoed like a thunderclap in his mind.

"Right, right, right. To the hospital first. I want to ask Yangzi if he's lost his mind." Jiang Yue wore an angry expression, got up, and walked away.

The black monster mustered its courage and let out a howl at Jiang Wangyue, but a single glance from Jiang Wangyue instantly terrified it into flattening itself against the ground, wetting and soiling itself in fright.

"Haha... It's out, it's out! As long as you don't hit my handsome face, do whatever you want with the rest, haha..." Li Yang laughed as he replied to the various messages in the chat box.

The security guard had been keeping a close eye on Su Li's car ever since she parked it at the entrance and failed to return for a long time.

Truth be told, she really didn't enjoy such tedious sparring; she preferred a straightforward, direct fight. However, the current situation did not allow for that, and she needed to adapt accordingly.

The imperial banquet had already been delayed for too long. Just as word arrived that Dowager Empress Lian's spirits had improved, the drums and music struck up. Attendant Jiang hurriedly assisted Dowager Empress Lian out to attend the banquet, while An Yi consciously stepped back, keeping her hands lowered, intending to have Zheng Shou find her a quiet place with a cup of hot tea to rest once the banquet began.

Connecting this to Su Jun, Xian Rong gained some clarity in her heart. Therefore, when Song Jiu had mostly recovered from his injuries and was arranged to see her, her expression was far from pleasant.

"What good fortune? Explain yourself clearly to me! Who bribed you to spew such filthy nonsense? You're not going anywhere until you make this clear!" The tight string in Tian Jun's mind suddenly snapped. Flushing red with fury, he jumped up, roaring as he went to chase after and beat old Dr. Mai, completely ignoring whether Madam Tian was standing in the middle to block him.

It would take time for Liang Song to return to the capital, and with Mama Liang confined within Shuntian Prefecture, Princess Chang'an had no choice but to rescue her.

By the end of her sentence, Miao Miao suddenly felt a bit awkward. The two of them hadn't even defined their relationship yet, and here she was, already spending money like water.

"Lee, your recent work has grown slack. I hope to see a better performance from you; otherwise, I will seriously have to reconsider the position of department manager," Ito said harshly before glaring fiercely at Jiang You.

Draped in a white fur cloak, she leaned against the doorway, gazing out at the vast expanse of white. As the chill washed over her, she didn't even budge an inch.

Yet Yang Xian Rong only smiled as the sharp blade sliced through his skin, drawing beads of fresh blood.

Poxiao also felt the absurdity of it all and rolled his eyes heavily in his heart. *Who told you to keep addressing me as a fellow Daoist?* Looking down at his own black martial arts robe, he indeed didn't look much like a Daoist priest, but paired with Lin Qing'er's attire, they made a contrasting black-and-white match, like a pair.