Chapter 51: Abao Exploiting the Little Child Laborer Maple Morning

With these words, Feng Yun glanced down at the little infant, Feng Chen, nestled in her arms.

She could clearly perceive that Feng Chen possessed an extraordinary talent.

His gift was likely even more terrifying than that of Bai Yue!

Bai Lingxuan and Feng Xiu exchanged glances and decided to place their trust in the ancestral matriarch.

Since the matriarch had spoken, her reasoning was undoubtedly sound.

"Then we shall follow my sister's wishes," Bai Lingxuan nodded.

Meanwhile, Feng Yun's gaze remained fixed lovingly upon the baby in her arms.

However, throughout these three years, Tang Lilier continued to host lively birthday parties with great enthusiasm, solely in the hope of seeing Zhang Kuo, knowing full well that he would inevitably arrive uninvited.

Yet, Tong Tianxiao was in no hurry to unleash his terrifying sword qi; instead, wishing to test Jin Zhizui's sabre techniques, he instantly thrust his sword directly toward Jin Zhizui's throat.

Lin Dongyang and Zhang Mingxian walked over to Xu Zhuangzhuang's side and peered at the computer screen before him.

"He said he'd finish it in two minutes, but bringing the match to this point in five minutes is already quite impressive," Zou Jian remarked with a sigh of admiration.

At that moment, Lin Ya also opened her eyes. She had broken through as well, and the aura emanating from her was noticeably much stronger than before.

There was no help for it. If it were truly avoidable, Hua Yueling wouldn't have wanted to spend the gold coins he had painstakingly saved up either, but he had no other choice. Unless he remained inactive and simply maintained the current status quo indefinitely, this money had to be spent.

Kuroga Tetsuya finished washing himself, walked over to the hot spring pool, sat down, and began to close his eyes to rest and rejuvenate.

Tan Yu did not understand what Liu Siqing meant by those words, but she nodded along anyway, lacking the habit of gossiping about others.

Jun Qi, who had remained silent the entire time, saw her father's attitude soften and dropped heavily to her knees on the ground.

The peak housing the Demon-Suppressing Pagoda was situated on the northern side of the Shushan Sect, adjacent to the back mountain. Though much lower than the latter, the summit possessed a considerably larger surface area.

The ancient aura of the Heavenly Dao surged like a tidal wave into the deepest depths of his soul. The power within his body began to boil and seethe, countless microscopic particles cheered and leaped with joy, and the fires of space burned like the ever-blooming flowers of the Other Shore.

"What kind of object is kept inside there?" Li Muqing asked, her face brimming with curiosity.

In terms of official rank and the emperor's favor, Bei Hongqi, a recently appointed military officer, could not compare to Zhou Ting. If Zhou Ting were to utter even a few slanderous words before the emperor, Bei Hongqi might well die without a trace left of his ashes.

"Heh, 14th Prince, your primary consort is a woman with child. If she wishes to do something, not even you could stop her, let alone the Emperor—14th Prince, Qiyun has lived a life of bitterness, but hearing those words from you means that even if I were to die now, I would have no regrets!" With that, she raised her arms to embrace him tightly, deliberately exposing the full scars covering her body.

"Give it to me." I took the letter, facing a predetermined outcome—how I wished I didn't have to calculate every single ending with such absolute precision, how I wished I could become a fool from this moment on, opening my eyes to a world where everyone had turned into a good person.

"He really left," Gardner sighed, returning once more to the room where Xin'er resided. He placed his heavy hand upon the door and exerted a slight pressure. With a sharp *click*, the wooden bolt inside snapped, and Gardner pushed the door open to step inside.

"What kind of treasure is this, that it actually resonates within my heart?" Ye Dong stared at the tattered robe, yet could discern nothing unusual about it that might account for this unique reaction.

"Dammit, how could he possibly have emerged? How could he still be alive? There must be some trick to this!" At this moment, Wu Zhongquan and Shang Koushan wore expressions of absolute horror as they roared inwardly in fury.

Yet, she was born of the primary wife; if Madam He wished to find a poor match for her, she would likely have to expend a great deal of effort.

Even though the jade was icy cold, Madam Lin's forehead could not help but bead with a light perspiration—the Empress Dowager had always been most willing to act in accordance with ritual and reason, which was why Madam Lin understood her and felt no fear. However, this Emperor Jinghe possessed a profound and inscrutable sacred heart, weighing heavily upon her with immense pressure.