Chapter Forty-Nine: The Performance

Qin Mingyue saw her pale face but felt no pity or tenderness whatsoever.

Cuiliu, that girl, had just climbed up from being a maidservant. Her heart was filled with both pride and insecurity. Eager to show others how different she was now, yet afraid of offending Madam Wang, she chose to pick on the softest target—her—in order to curry favor with Madam Wang.

But she had chosen the wrong person and clung to the wrong ally.

“Do you know, if you were pregnant, who would be the first to want to get rid of you?” Qin Mingyue spoke without any regard for the embroidery on Xuanzi’s robe, his violet eyes, or the gleam of his sword. He approached step by step, as if carrying the fury of the netherworld itself, emerging from beyond the city walls. In his arms was a baby, sleeping peacefully, though upon entering the city, the infant began to cry, unsettled by something within the walls.

“Looks like today I’ve meddled where I shouldn’t,” Anran said after a long silence, her tone returning to calm as if nothing had happened, then she turned and left.

Muyuan was the first to rush to the carriage. His duty was to protect the second young master, so under no circumstances could he allow any harm to come to her.

Yuchangqing, overhearing the words from a short distance, couldn’t help but twitch the corner of his mouth: “Is this really considered ‘making progress’?”

Working for someone as cruel as a living skin flayer, if anything were to happen, he might not even get a coffin.

Reaching a flower bush, Ruoli wanted to take a closer look. Suddenly, in the quiet space, faint crying sounded. She glanced around but saw no one else—how could there be a cry?

Ruoli was no fool; she understood his painstaking intentions. She had done many wrong things and offended numerous immortals. His words just now were a clear declaration of stance—who would dare trouble her again from now on?

“Who told you that?” Xincheng, whose ears were sharp, heard their conversation and instantly turned around, pointing at the two of them with his finger.

Liu Bao entered and soon an old man came out. The old woman escorted him outside, cautiously glancing around. Han San’er was even more certain something significant was about to happen today. She called Shi Qing, who quietly crept onto the rooftop, while another slipped into the courtyard, both preparing to uncover any schemes.

“Go when you’re told, no need for so much chatter. I’m waiting!” Li Chong was too lazy to argue with her.

The Wind Child’s face had turned a deep liver color, but to save face before his South American compatriots, he could only leave sullenly, departing without a single farewell, utterly lacking in grace.

Thus, on a bloodstained sandy ground, only I and Jia—Luoshen—remained.

“Why don’t you call someone? At least tell them where we are, see if they can come to save us!” Su Tiantian suggested after some thought.

Chen Minghui tried several times to change direction to catch Bai Youlan, but was still intercepted by the man in black. After all, the poison on the man in black’s body had been forced out, while Chen Minghui still carried two kinds of poison, leaving him at a disadvantage for the moment.

“The Poisonous Cold Ice Body!” Elder Xu exclaimed in astonishment, enunciating each word carefully. But by then, Shi Kai had already vanished, leaving only a swirl of black mist before Elder Xu.

Time passed moment by moment. Su Mo had yet to emerge from the operating room. Rising to his feet, Ling Shaoxuan glanced at his watch, his brow furrowed slightly.

“From now on, it’s me. I’m certain… Didn’t you secretly admire Xi Nanxing before?” Quan Mo gave her a cold glance, his voice as icy as if he had just emerged from an iceberg.

His heart ached as well, but faced with the world’s terminally ill and irreversible state, he wanted to save it—not by handing them fish without responsibility, but by teaching them how to fish, to advance independently. To do this, he had to steel himself.

The thug, hearing Liren’s words, finally understood but was unwilling, shouting loudly, “So what if it’s true? Do you dare do anything to me? I don’t believe you’d dare skin me alive!” His arrogance only grew as he spoke.