Chapter 75: A Contract for Twenty Years

Now was obviously the time to demonstrate loyalty—how could they fail to read the situation? Yuan Yaor was somewhat aware, yet still surprised.

“He’s just a doctor. Fire him and it’ll be fine; it’s no big deal. If necessary, we can always spend some money to recruit someone with a prestigious degree from abroad,” she said, as if it were the simplest thing in the world.

“But what we lack most right now is money. Where would we find the funds to hire some high-profile expert? That needs serious consideration,” came the pragmatic response.

This was no small matter. If they truly wanted to go down that path, it would take an extraordinary amount of resources—just the equipment needed for a specialist’s office would be countless.

Mother and daughter still felt uneasy...

I walked forward, stiff and wooden, never expecting that the moment I dreaded most would arrive so soon. Yet the outcome was nothing like I had imagined.

“The opportunity granted by the Emperor is one I must seize, even if it costs me everything!” Xiahou Fei declared with utmost resolve. Without a thought for Dantai Jin's opinion, she accepted what was likely to be a daunting task with the simplicity of a straightforward mind.

I grabbed Meng Ze’s arm, feeling my anger boiling and crackling within me. Meng Ze turned to look at me, and I saw my reddened eyes reflected in his gaze.

In that moment, Dong’e Miaoyi thought of herself. Truth be told, she wasn’t ready to have children—she feared the pain and worried about her figure losing shape after childbirth. She was still so young.

“We? So, you mean Fourth Brother isn’t included in this? Everything you’re doing now has nothing to do with him, is that correct?” The Prince of Jin detected a flaw in her words, narrowed his eyes, and looked at his mother with a composed indifference.

I once believed that when I, a divine lord, crouched atop the roof gnawing on straw, anyone watching would be moved by my sorrowful, desolate eyes. But to my surprise, she cared only about the hole I had chewed in the thatched roof.

If Her Highness knew he wished to marry a girl from the Dong’e family, she would be delighted. In both family background and temperament, Dong’e Miaoyi was excellent, and Her Highness had long worried about his marriage. Now, at last, she could set her mind at ease.

The two worked together, switching positions rapidly without a hitch. I trusted Hyacinth’s skills; the Emperor’s Soul was already at the end of its strength, and he could keep it under control.

This was clearly a test of my patience. I stared at him, my gaze fixed on his chin, anxiety churning inside me.

Although Dong’e Miaoyi knew the chief lady was not yet recovered, she didn’t think it was serious. After all, her own mother was ill all year round and still managed well enough.

In fact, though the lake’s waters bore great pressure, they were also a powerful medicine. Bathing in them could not only heal hidden ailments of the flesh, but also nourish the body to achieve completeness.

From their very first meeting, to the gifting of the cauldron, entering Qingyun Mountain together, and fighting side by side—scene after scene flooded his mind.

The elves were born hunters, passionate about tempering their bodies, making them far more robust than other races.

She had no idea that her memories had been faded. Though she failed the first time, she didn’t know what Aaron had done to her.

Unlike Huo Ansen’s worries, Gao Ming, though initially anxious, became less concerned after searching so thoroughly and finding no sign of anyone—perhaps the person had simply gone home on their own.

Although innocence and allure seem like completely opposite qualities, on Xia Xia they blended perfectly.

Suddenly, the two paintings transformed into a staircase, identical to the entrance leading to the fourth floor.

Thus, every time, the heads of the great families would offer up these branch descendants as “pigs,” sacrifices to the Sect of the Corpse Shaman.

After all, the person was already here, and hadn’t snuck in—he’d even spoken to Gao Ming.

He would never feel sympathy for anything, nor experience joy, sadness, or anger.

“For pills that temporarily boost cultivation, the side effects are always severe. He probably lost control of his mind, and that’s why he went mad,” Fang Huatian said, watching the elder who was now hunting down the cult disciples.