Chapter 65: A Mysterious Woman's Slap

Cheng Fei turned to look back; a whole row of laborers stood silently there.
“When did you discover there was a dead body inside?” Cheng Fei asked the foreman.
“Our schedule was tight for this phase of the project,” the foreman replied, looking at Cheng Fei. “Last night we worked until eleven o’clock. Everyone was exhausted and went to bed around midnight, since we had to start work again at six in the morning. So, we discovered the body at six.”
Cheng Fei pondered this. So, the time of death must have been between midnight and six in the morning.
It took the forensics team quite a while to remove all the pieces of the corpse from the mixer. Zheng Qiaoshan quickly collected every fingerprint she could find in the area. All the evidence that could be gathered was gathered.
His aching heart felt as though it were gripped by a cold, icy hand, making it hard to breathe, suffocating him.
After all, the Lin family and the Gu family had no real relationship, and their visit here was presumptuous. The only reason they were able to sit and chat was out of regard for Ye Xinglan.
Luo Xingcen and He Qianyao exchanged a glance at these words, a hint of playful mockery glimmering in their eyes.
He had said everything he could, but Zuo Xian not only seemed unmoved, his gaze was growing more and more impatient.
Zhu He was momentarily taken aback, then raised a hand and gently patted her back, immediately picking up the phone to call Principal Ma.

Ye Hui’an’s face flushed bright red as she cried out inside: We were talking about baby Qiao Ye Si Jingcheng—why are you flirting with me again, young master?
Because they were sneaking someone out of the Su clan, there was no way to do it openly—they had to slip in quietly... so how could there possibly be any witnesses?
“No, she just meant we should worry less about her...” Shen Mochen took a warm towel, bent over slightly, and carefully wiped the sweat from Taozi’s forehead.
“What’s wrong, do you feel unwell anywhere?” Dr. Jin didn’t ask who the boy accompanying her was. Anyone coming here for treatment, whoever accompanied them would be considered family, and as a doctor, inquiring about the illness was his first priority.
Although Bai Chenghuan was a despicable person, with those people supporting him, bankruptcy was unlikely. At worst, his assets would shrink.
The two leapt down from the auspicious clouds and walked for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, when a massive stone stele, three men high and one wide, suddenly appeared before them.
Meng Yinyin threw herself over, clutching Song Tingyue’s lifeless body, screaming and weeping in utter despair.
It seemed that the eighth prince’s usual foolishness was all an act. At least, in critical moments, he kept his head and knew to use someone with ill intentions as a shield.
“I understand,” Yuan Si let the words pass in one ear and out the other. If she didn’t make a way for herself, she’d starve to death here—the five daily meals of rice gruel in the cafeteria barely warranted a second glance.
But on the other side sat Master Cai, the most renowned physician in Jianghua, a highly respected elder in the field of Chinese medicine.
Flames shot skyward, growing ever fiercer, bursting from every corner of the ship. The explosions merged into one continuous roar. Planks of wood blasted apart in great chunks, the thunderous detonations and terrifying waves of heat, mixed with the scent of burning, filled every crevice.

Not much detail was given about this great battle, but the string of figures on the wanted notice was enough to strike fear into the hearts of all who saw it.
Mu Yun Zhuoyue and his companions pulled their reins tight, a sense of foreboding gripping everyone’s heart.
Mu Tianshi hated Jun Lingtian to the core; there was no way he would bring Jun here. That left only the eighteenth prince, Mu Wuyun, and the nineteenth, Mu Tianbao.
A large hole had broken through the ice, and the surrounding seawater hung over the gap like a veil, yet showed no sign of falling.
Bo Yuzhe’s lips were thin, and when he smiled there was a hint of seduction. Looking at him, Ye Yun’s heart trembled—was it lips like these she had kissed five years ago?
It wasn’t that they wanted to injure them, but rather to wear them down physically—kneeling all night was a common occurrence.
Liu Peipei brought Ye Yun to a bridal shop. Several wedding gowns in the window made Ye Yun stop and stare.
Only after pondering for some time did she realize it must have been something that happened in the Palace of Eternal Longevity, something Consort Shu wanted to ask about.