Chapter 147: Disappearance

Taking care of Alan felt just like looking after a baby, and Lu Yalan relished it endlessly.

"Ah—open wide!" Lu Yalan brought a spoonful of porridge to Alan's lips.

Alan swallowed the food with an eager "nom," and accompanied it with a radiant, affectionate smile.

Lu Yalan's mood lifted even higher. She blew gently on another spoonful of porridge and extended it toward Alan... Amidst this playful back-and-forth, both of them thoroughly enjoyed themselves, completely unaware that the porridge left in Lu Yalan's own bowl was losing its warmth.

"Our Alan is such a good girl!" Lu Yalan picked up a handkerchief to wipe her mouth. Alan docilely raised her face, letting her tend to her. That look of absolute trust struck straight at Lu Yalan's heart, inspiring her to take care of her with even greater dedication.

Suddenly, a spoonful of porridge appeared before her eyes. Lu Yalan—

"Considering that you once called me big brother, rest assured, I will 'take good care' of your sister! You can pass on in peace!" King Hu looked down at Ma Hu from above, speaking with a cold tone.

"Alright, enough about this miraculous skill of mine, or else your envy will turn into jealousy, and finally into hatred! Brother Yang, you've woken up at just the right time. How about we put on a show together?" A cunning smile surfaced in Ye Feng's eyes as he arched a handsome brow and asked Yang Lang.

People who come to a hotel are here to eat, so aside from the ambiance, the most important part of any establishment is the kitchen. Only when the food tastes delicious will patrons be willing to return.

"You idiot!" he snapped, turning around to roar loudly at Dugu Shuang. His outburst startled Dugu Shuang right behind him, causing her to cast a very astonished look in his direction.

The slender figure ahead seemed to sense someone watching her from behind, and turned her head intentionally or otherwise. When her gaze collided mid-air with the fatty's, a delighted expression bloomed at the corners of her mouth. Meanwhile, the fatty's expression turned somewhat bashful.

"If he were given another twenty years, I'm afraid he would at least grow into a figure like the Prince of Qin..." Qin Hao sighed inwardly, then bowed deeply once more toward the corpse.

Qin Hao's tone was slightly cold, carrying a faint trace of impatience. He kept feeling that Qin Hao had been acting rather strange today, though he couldn't quite pinpoint what was amiss.

Mu Yichen had also only heard during lunch that Lin Fei seemed somewhat reluctant about the marriage as well.

"I want to accomplish a grand enterprise; I want to rise above the masses." Hao Shuai's ambition was simple, and it was what he had always believed.

Although Hao Shuai and Ding Can were the people Huang Fei knew best, neither of them had ever given him a massage or anything of the sort. This was truly a first for him.

Just as Wang Shen was about to touch the left arrow tower, a voice suddenly echoed from within it.

Upon seeing his own brother, Ma Xiguang felt a tinge of surprise, but Li Gao let out a thunderous shout, declaring, "Seize him!" The moment the words fell, the retainers of the Li estate swarmed forward, moving to make the arrest.

By the early summer of the following year, Qin Tian smoothly gave birth to a plump, fair baby boy. Overjoyed, the First Madam threw a massive celebration, with banquets stretching on for ten consecutive days. She even specially invited a renowned scholar from Yangcheng to bestow a formal given name upon her eldest legitimate grandson: Zhuang Shixiu.

Dance rings were originally invented by major influential sects to test their disciples' control over primordial energy, but they subsequently spread wider and wider until they became immensely popular across the entire continent.

"Niannian, I'd like a drink. Could you go buy one for me?" Mo Shaoting said indifferently.

"My husband, why won't you turn around? Are you leaving again?" Long Dongxue's voice carried a forlorn sorrow, a piercing heartache that Shen Yi simply did not know how to bear.

"The Prince of Chu probably holds this view, but there's no guarantee others won't have different ideas. Who knows, someone might even want to kill two birds with one stone," Zhao Pu remarked casually.

The weeping maid hesitated for a moment. Ultimately, hindered by the stinging pain in her hand, she curtsied to the tall, thin maid and said, "Then I must trouble you, Elder Sister. Tomorrow, once I collect my reward, I will heavily reward you." With those words, she turned and headed toward the inner courtyard.

Chunying and Shi'er immediately acknowledged the order, hastily tidying up before preparing to head out, only to be stopped by Nanqi.

However, she noticed that Jiang Xiyue's hair was somewhat disheveled and her face was swollen—a clear sign that she had just been beaten.