Volume 1, Chapter 27: Zhu Yuanzhang Suffers a Cerebral Hemorrhage, Preparations Underway for Craniotomy

Xia Jingtian was shocked to see Zhu Yuanzhang lying there, unconscious. In the past few days, Zhu Yuanzhang had always accompanied others as a family member, but this time, it was he who had fallen ill.

"Your Highness, the Imperial Grandson, please place the Grand Ancestor on the examination bed quickly," Xia Jingtian said urgently.

Zhu Yuanzhang no longer possessed the brilliant majesty and imperial aura he had when they first met over a decade ago. Now, he was merely a frail old man.

Zhu Xiongying carried Zhu Yuanzhang on his back and placed him carefully onto the bed. "Master Physician Xia, I beg you, you must heal my grandfather," Zhu Xiongying pleaded.

At this moment, Zhu Yuanzhang’s consciousness was fading, hovering in a semi-comatose state.

"Patient’s name, age, previous symptoms..."

He understood how to bide his time and maintain composure. Even when possessing far more than what was apparent on the surface, he remained unfazed when mocked to his face, thus earning fleeting praise from others.

Zhu Siyun was in no rush to meet with the God of Dreams. Putting aside the chatter of the maids fluttering around the bedchamber like they had been injected with stimulants, the final competition alone was enough to rack her brain. With so many events available, why did none of them seem viable?

Perhaps it was because to rule this mortal world, he had to experience it, enduring the myriad facets of human life, before he could once again temper his divine body.

It was noon, the sun burning like fire in a clear, vast blue sky. At the end of spring, it was such a mild and pleasant day.

Qin Zhen looked into the distance. After a long while, she turned and bowed deeply to the Old Madam, then ordered the secret chamber to be sealed.

Seeing her like this, the Ying woman could only sigh helplessly before handing everything over to her.

***

Hearing those cries for help, Chen Feng gestured for everyone to be quiet and then stealthily crept forward.

Yet for her sake, he discarded everything as if it were worthless, speaking and laughing as if nothing had happened, glossing over it all so she would not worry about him in the slightest.

After hanging up the phone, Chi Shuyue did not remain idle. She immediately booked a flight from Fuzhou Gaoqi Airport to Beijing Nanyuan Airport while rushing to hail a taxi to reach the airport as quickly as possible.

Looking at Ye Nanshan, the anger on Murong Jianyu’s face had vanished. Her expression was calm, though her eyes held a strange glint.

"Very well..." The nanny agreed and prepared to withdraw, but her gaze flickered toward the hot tea. Lan Ling caught the movement and noticed her nervousness, immediately becoming vigilant.

Su Xinyue struggled subconsciously, but her efforts were weak. Her body was limp, and she had no strength left to resist Lin Feng. After a few symbolic struggles, she gave up and allowed Lin Feng to have his way.

Lena let out a cold snort, ready to end the man’s life, when suddenly, a water dragon appeared not far away.

Although the base wall was only seven or eight meters high, its thickness was only about one meter, making it very difficult for soldiers to fight from atop it.

After leaving Yu Siqing’s home, Lin Feng called Liu Ruyin to invite her to look at houses. He had previously considered buying a villa near Liu Yun’an’s home, and now, taking advantage of the weekend, he planned to go with Liu Ruyin to take a look. If they found one they liked, he would buy it outright as their new home.

"No one is allowed to bully my man, no one is allowed to look down on him—not even you. Do you understand?" Su Chengcai continued.

Luo Yiyi turned her lovely face toward the other person. Though her senses were sharp, she had not heard the voice.

This guy had turned Ze City into a mess, and as a member of Ze City, he naturally had no affection for the mysterious man.

The fat man looked at his boss in surprise. He knew how formidable his boss was; seeing Wang Hua so wary, it seemed they had truly kicked an iron plate today.

Chu Yun found medicine in Jiang Meixin’s bag and fed it to her. She took a fruit knife from the living room table, helped her sit up, and cut the wedding dress from her chest to her waist, performing basic emergency procedures.

She had forgotten him and returned to the past. For her, this was a good thing; for him, it might be a punishment, but it was not necessarily a bad thing.

Luo Hao said, "You’re a man, why are you crying? Can’t you see Mr. Shao is just in a bad mood? Go do what you need to do."

Even if I lacked a vivid imagination, Li Jing’s reaction told me that this man—whom I cursed and wished I could slap to death—was Chen Daowei.

***

Moving her numb legs and patting her stiff face, Leng Ran felt the fear in her heart slowly being suppressed. She knew that even if she were terrified to death now, there was no turning back. Moreover, for her grandmother’s sake, she could not turn back.

She had thought she understood He Zhizhou well after all these years, but now she realized that aside from his ambition, her understanding of him was pitifully shallow.

"Miss Yusheng, the Ghost King and the Ghost Queen are enjoying the flowers; you cannot go over there," a voice abruptly interrupted the two figures leaning against each other.

"You cannot approach it while refining alchemy. This thing is a Gu insect. Don’t be fooled by its appearance; the evil energy and toxins it carries are very strong. It is dangerous to be near it," Duli said, seeing Leng Ran’s hesitation and immediately speaking to dispel her thoughts of pleading for mercy.

So this move of hers killed two birds with one stone: it made Jiang Weikang blame me, ensuring that even if I really married Jiang Yining, he would not tolerate me, and it also caused the loss of the child.

The riot began at that very moment. Gunfire rang out; although it was masked by the sound of fireworks in the sky, making it impossible to tell whether it was gunfire or fireworks, the people nearby began to scream and flee for their lives.

Whether Chen Shubao had been mentally prepared beforehand or Pei Yun had reported incorrectly, the heartfelt reunion Yang Guang had meticulously arranged did not bring much gain to Yang Guang.

The rider was speechless. He knew that not fleeing in battle was the rule, and he knew that piling firewood on the city streets was forbidden by rule... but what was the nature of the rules themselves? He did not know.

"I don't know the situation, and rushing up to comfort them might be counterproductive," Liu Wei shook her head and said.

After leaving Krivoya’s shop, the system prompted everyone that the mission was complete. Only then did everyone let out a sigh of relief.

The leaders along the Cao River were somewhat uneasy. They did not want the gunpowder to spread, especially since Chen Jian had promised to help them train their troops and trade for gunpowder. Perhaps for this reason, Chen Jian had not demonstrated it in Su City, for which they were all grateful.

The Spring Festival was only a few days away, and the SS Agricultural Company was preparing for the holiday. In a few days, he would return to Rong City for the year-end meeting.

"Thank you, Imperial Father, for your grace," Yang Guang said happily, bowing to Yang Jian before turning and running out of the Linde Hall.