Love at First Sight Chapter 92: The Body Has Been Found

In the imperial palace, on the morning of the thirteenth day of the first lunar month, the palace maids and eunuchs began their work as usual, rising early to clean the halls. With only two days left until the Lantern Festival, a thorough cleaning had once again commenced throughout the palace, as preparations for the festivities were underway and all necessary items for the celebration were carefully arranged.

Beside a not particularly remote palace hall, two eunuchs were diligently tidying up. One of the younger eunuchs grumbled, “We just cleaned before the New Year, and now, barely half a month later, we have to do it again. This month…”

“Did you hear that?” Qin Mobao’s mind drifted far away. Beichen Xuan was sorely tempted to kiss her again, to punish her severely for her distraction.

“That magic has no side effects, you don’t need to worry. Once I’ve dealt with you, I’ll take Ling’er back. Don’t think you can steal her away,” Chang’e declared with steely resolve.

“Dad, what does your high school drama have to do with my academic progress?” my son interrupted my words.

A red light fell directly into the eyes of the portly man, and in an instant, his mind and soul seemed to suffer a violent blow. The pain was excruciating, yet he could not make a sound, for his body was inexplicably frozen, unable to move a muscle.

In truth, with his strength, he was more than a match for the masters of the Wangling Sect. He simply had no wish to fight them; intimidating them was enough.

After school that afternoon, Wang Xile came to my office at the middle school. Sure enough, he had earned ten yuan and eighty cents—the most in his class. Listening to him describe the process of pairing the rich and poor, it truly sounded like he had a knack for business. In the end, he asked what he should do with the money. I gave him the same answer as always: “You earned it, so you decide.”

“That makes sense. I should check in with Father and Mother as well.” After nodding, Rias fell into deep thought.

Li Weixi had never attended such a meeting before, and looked around at her colleagues, a little confused. Still, the promise of cake made her happy.

A series of sharp, relentless slaps echoed. Ye Long showed no mercy; his large hand struck her firm, rounded hips again and again as if he were playing a drum.

The argument outside the family housing continued. Zhao Ronghua’s words were laced with disdain for Luo Yongmeng, yet Luo Yongmin, as the elder brother, couldn’t allow the situation to escalate further. After sternly rebuking Zhao Ronghua, he finally managed to persuade Luo Yongmeng to return home.

Lin Jiangluo’s heart skipped a beat. Startled, she pulled her hand back abruptly, spilling tea over the other’s pale wrist.

It was a last resort—there was no other way. Things had come too far. If Su Xiaoya could not be persuaded to turn back, her brother’s life would be ruined. No matter the cost, she could not allow such a thing to happen.

At that moment, Jiang Kexin regained her composure and, gripped by fear, grabbed Rong Jiajia, intent on fleeing.

It’s not that I don’t love you; it’s just that we love in different ways. And I truly no longer have the energy to love another. So let’s end it here, drawing a line where it should end. From now on, you’ll be you, and I’ll be me—two strangers living in the same city, each in our own way.

“Then let me win back your dignity!” How could Wuyun not hear the meaning behind Yaohua’s words? He replied with a tone full of doting affection.

No sooner had she spoken than a strange smile appeared on Mo Ziyu’s face. Those around her found it both unsettling and intriguing.

The car had been acquired by the butler from a junkyard. He himself dared not drive it, and had no idea what the young master intended. Besides, the young master was acting strangely today, dressed in clothes worth only a few dozen yuan, like any ordinary person.

Lin Jiangluo stood gracefully under the moonlight in an emerald green gown, with her maid Qian Cui by her side.

The sword aura of Yuan Tu Abi fell upon the golden body of Zhun Ti, becoming the final straw that broke the camel’s back.

Much the same was true in his sea of consciousness; all the original energy had been absorbed. The terrifying power of flight surrounded his spiritual realm completely, like a cluster of multicolored clouds.