Chapter 30: Naming Her Panpan

"I am fine." Xiao Chunyu was startled back to her senses by Jianlan's sobbing. "Nanny Zhou, do I still have my medicine? Also, I am hungry; please bring me some food."

"Very well, I shall have it sent over immediately."

As long as she could take her medicine and eat, things were still manageable.

"In my humble opinion, the Second Young Mistress should focus on recuperating. Once your health is restored, the young miss will have a better life ahead."

Xiao Chunyu lowered her head. Yes, the child was her...

"Finally, I can come out for a breath of fresh air!" Fanxin sighed in deep relief after pulling Li Chengfeng into the main hall of the Trial Pavilion.

The attendant at the entrance led Zhong Nan directly to the "Heaven-grade Room." Upon entering, Zhong Nan scanned the room and found only Lou Dong and his personal attendant present. Seeing the Guerrilla General arrive, Lou Dong hurriedly stepped forward. After an exchange of pleasantries, they both took their seats.

There are likely few even within the Medicine King Valley who could distribute various herbs and soils with such absolute precision.

However, Sheng Yue, who had entered into a life-bound contract with Shu Jingrong, was different. He could manifest at any time, without even the appearance of a teleportation array.

Under my own repeated psychological suggestions, I became truly engrossed in the lecture, listening with an unprecedented level of focus. Because if I were to let my attention wander for even a fraction, I would fall back into a circular trap of thought.

Bound by her promise to another, she had to fulfill her duty. Besides, she had long since regarded Princess Qingyang as her own kin; how could she not be anxious when a loved one was in trouble?

"Mother, are you and Father truly coming back to the capital with us?" Xuan Yuanmo looked at Ke Meicen with some surprise. "It is time I went to see them," Ke Meicen sighed, a flicker of sorrow in her eyes.

Given the standing of Spirit Mountain on this continent, even if they did not attend, a seat would always be reserved for them.

She had not expected this man to actually help her, let alone apply medicine and bandage her wounds; it was truly something she was unaccustomed to.

The workload for an artist in their rising phase is as abundant as falling snow; Zhang Yuan had already scheduled Yin Yi’s work commitments well into next year.

Zhao Chizong lay prone on the bed, his torso bare. His back was covered in red welts from a rattan cane, extending all the way down to his hips—a sight that looked quite daunting.

Accompanied by occasional sounds of dry retching, Meng Xingluan remained unmoved, directly stepping onto her back.

Qin Zheng walked over to Ye Yun, gently untied the ropes binding her, and held her hand tightly, as if trying to impart his own strength to her.

After Chen Xue finished speaking, Chen Xiaoxiao met Chen Wangsheng’s gaze with calm, fearless eyes, and she held out her hand.

Otherwise, it would lose its inherent spirit and conflict with the theme of their restaurant's renovation.

At Chen Wangsheng’s home, his mother, Chang Lanzhi, beamed with joy upon learning that her son possessed a rare profession.

Qin Yue remained at the forefront alone, her long dress whipped into a chaotic mess by the giant waves and sandstorms, her dark hair flowing wildly.

Ji Zifei watched the black fog surrounding them, which concealed mysterious and powerful entities. Seeing Jiang Che walk toward her, she could not help but feel a surge of concern.

Upon hearing this, the man did not hesitate; he limped back to his car, started the engine, and sped away without once daring to look back.

The fact that even a butler could reside in such a luxurious villa district was sufficient proof that the He family’s foundations were far from shallow.

With a "bang," the door slammed shut. Yao Jing hid in her room eating noodles, turning a deaf ear to the curses outside.

Emperor Jiacheng suffered from vertigo, caused by excessive liver fire. It was not severe, requiring only peace of mind and tranquility; thus, not only the ministers but also the imperial physicians were long accustomed to it.

From beginning to end, she had never cultivated the masochistic habit of sacrificing her freedom and dignity for a man.

"Does Uncle Jin also enjoy reading the story written by Qingzheng?" Yao Jing asked, looking somewhat uneasy.

While pondering these things, Xue Tinghuan could not help but think of Emperor Jiacheng, from whom there had been no news. Could it be that the Emperor had forgotten him?