Chapter 30: If the child isn't his, could it be yours?

Guan Yueyue stared at Xu Ziyu in terror, when suddenly, Shen Zhi’s suppressed voice reached her ears: "Are you pregnant?"

Guan Yueyue turned her gaze toward Shen Zhi, clearly sensing the fury radiating from him. How was she supposed to explain this to him?

"Yueyue, it’s all my fault. I let it slip by accident," Ming Ziluo said, looking apologetic.

Xu Ziyu reached out and pulled Guan Yueyue into his embrace...

Lin Feng shook his head like a rattle; he had no intention of getting close to this volatile and dangerous person.

Clearly, Guo Ye’s attention had shifted to Zhangsun Yumo, leaving Zhen Niang’s veiled and hesitant remarks aside.

Of course, the driver knew better than to be chatty, and he drove Lin Feng straight to the main entrance of the St. Paul Hotel.

"Imperial guards, attack!" Elder Lin roared. The imperial guards surged toward the minions of the Black Dragon Gang, clashing in a fierce melee. Elder Lin and Elder Yuan moved to block the Venerable Saint of a Hundred Infants and the Venerable Blood Demon respectively. "You scoundrels think you can storm my Imperial City? How delusional!" Elder Yuan cursed.

Almost in an instant, panicked shouts erupted through the headsets of all the Ming army’s aircraft, followed by a chorus of screams. The pilots stared, wide-eyed and horrified, through the glass as the Vulture bombers beside them spewed flames and dragged trails of black smoke as they plummeted toward the earth.

But before long, Lin Tian instinctively snapped his eyes open. "No, I cannot fall asleep. Master must be very worried right now; I cannot let him worry." With this thought, Lin Tian began to plot his escape in his mind: I must find a way to let Master know my location so he doesn't have to worry about me.

"Just a mage? With all your connections, Patriarch Lin, you can't even find one mage?" the one-armed Xuanyuan remarked, his words shocking everyone.

"Duke level?!" Upon sensing the fluctuation in Lin Feng’s cultivation, the Count’s expression tightened. He immediately took Lin Feng more seriously, though after a moment of reflection, he seemed to realize something.

Lin Zhen sighed at this moment, nodded, and said, "Since that is the case, I have nothing more to add. Very well. I grant permission for the remaining members of the Fierce Tiger Mercenary Group to join the Lin Zhen Mercenary Group." Upon hearing this, the men felt relieved. They raised their weapons and cheered with joy.

Yu Haoyang’s reply nearly made Yang Shang cough up blood. Since when had Yu Haoyang become so stiff and formal? Whether on or off the clock, his face was always devoid of expression, as if someone owed him millions.

"I found you cold and silent, and I thought you were dead. I never expected that a moment later, you would bite me. Nianxi, do you remember any of this?" Qin Aotian gently stroked Gu Nianxi’s hair as he asked.

The Marshal spoke calmly, but Gao Ze’s heart skipped a beat. He knew exactly what the Marshal meant as soon as he heard it; calculating the time, his sister would be returning to the country soon.

Taking a deep breath, Li Ge glanced at the bed where Mu Fenghua lay with his eyes closed, his elegant eyeliner still clearly visible. With his stunning, peerless features, this demonic man was sleeping peacefully, a moment of serenity that was enough to leave anyone intoxicated.

"We are family, there is no need for such polite words! As for the Sun matter, you must still keep it in mind. I fear it cannot be delayed for long!" The old man’s voice lost its warmth, and his expression turned grave.

Hua Weiluo pondered for a moment, but in the end, she tossed the pale green dress aside and continued to bury her head in the pile of clothes, searching for something else.

"Damn it, that is my sister-in-law, don't you dare mess around. If you touch the sweetheart of the Grand Duke, I won't be able to protect you." Gao Yun cursed, completely disregarding her own status; it was clear they were very close friends.

"Alright, Lord Jiuqing, let’s bandage your wounds now, or Miss Su will be heartbroken later." Hua Xiaoluo tore a strip of fabric from her clothes and made a move to clean his wounds.