Chapter 106: The Longstanding Connection Between Gu Tinghua and Tian Meixue

Gu Tingzhou finished his work and entered the house, helping the eldest child check homework while keeping an eye on the younger one. Li Qingyun rummaged through the kang cabinet for some leftover cotton, packed a small bundle, cut a piece of white cotton fabric, and brought it to Qinghuan in the west room.

“Sister, why are you giving me this?”

“To make a few comfortable sanitary pads. Did your period start? If you feel unwell, tell me.”

That evening, Li Qingyun saw her quietly wrapping some plant ash, and knew for certain her period had come. For the past two months, whenever Li Qingyun’s period arrived, she had secretly used supplies from her space.

“I think we should call your brother-in-law. Such a big thing has happened; he ought to know,” Ji Manrou said with eager concern.

In the end, Tailong International would return to everyone fulfilling their own roles, guarding their original share of the cake, dividing it up once more, and calling it finished.

Arriving at my room, the Yin-Yang master instructed grandmother to light three sticks of incense on each side of the doorway, then to scatter rice along the threshold and windowsills, inside and out, leaving no gaps.

The master examined the area around the corpse carefully, then looked at the body itself. It was almost completely hollowed out by maggots, the visible flesh writhing as they crawled over each other, with the mouth packed full.

“Madam, don’t be afraid. This room hasn’t been cleaned in a long time—spiderwebs everywhere. Follow me, and nothing will happen,” Zhang Ma said calmly.

The Crown Prince, clad in bright yellow, wore the expression he always did, burying his head deep into a golden bowl larger than his face, slowly picking out dishes that were not red.

But there was nothing at all on the wooden beam. I was astonished, when suddenly I felt a pair of hands press down on my shoulders. I could sense they were hands—cold hands—suddenly resting upon me. At the same time, a chill crept across my neck.

No matter how subtle the fragrance, it couldn’t mask the languid air of post-coital exhaustion. Black hair spilled across the bedding, and the once peerlessly beautiful face that had captivated thousands now twisted into something grotesque.

Feng Que had long worked alongside Su Yu and was exceptionally familiar with hidden weapons, and his skill at identifying their location by sound was not poor. In midair, he suddenly twisted his body, his foot reversed, changing direction.

Because he was flying, Xie Yu couldn’t bring his Tang sword, but he’d already sent it ahead by mail in Chu Prefecture! Though the separation was temporary, Xie Yu found it difficult to adjust, as if he were suffering from menstrual cramps. Han Bing noticed and refrained from speaking to him.

Qin Mo, Huang Bo, Jun Luo, and Qing Yin each led a team, approaching silently from different directions to surround Wu Meng and Ling Jiu’s squads. Four teams used the cries of birds as their signal to attack.

“Rest assured, our Nangong Group never shortchanges employees. Whatever your previous salary was, that's what it remains,” Nangong Yuhan replied.

This was not a military camp, and nearly everyone was young, so Du Yuesong found management challenging. If he could use military methods, it would save him much trouble, but unfortunately, the Spirit King valued this training highly and wouldn’t let him have his way.

Department of Ancient Science, entrusted to me? Liu Zhenming deliberately replaced the name “Zhan Tianya” with “Department of Ancient Science,” but Hu Shuntang and King Yasha were no fools. They exchanged glances, watching Liu Zhenming, unsure of his intentions in producing this item and making such a statement.

Meanwhile, at the other end of the poplar woods, soldiers were retreating. All were dressed in black armor, imperial guards, their armor adorned with carvings of azure dragons and white tigers—warriors from the Dragon Cavalry and Tiger Battalion of the imperial guard.

“Senior Brother Dan, I’m resting here. Did I disturb you? Why did you suddenly attack me?” Yin Xin tossed his sword at Dan Tao’s feet, pondering all the while how to retrieve it.