Yun Ge looked behind Shujun but couldn’t spot Haoming. These brothers always seed to be taking turns, with at least one staying by their wife’s side.
Yun Ge speculated that their fear likely stemd from Dong Huiying’s escape from Dongdi a few months ago. Now, even a brief disappearance of Dong Huiying would make the brothers suspicious and anxious.
Shujun smiled warmly, "Haoming had so business to attend to, so he went out."
Yun Ge thought, no wonder. Yesterday was Shujun’s turn, so logically Haoming should have accompanied Dong Huiying for her morning exercise today. However, the brothers were always mysterious and secretive, one staying behind while the other went out. It’s unclear what they’re busy with.
"Let’s go!" Dong Huiying smiled at Shujun, then took a step forward, leaving her dark head behind.
Indeed.
Divine Doctor’s products are sure to be exquisite.
After applying hair growth ointnt for over half a month, Dong Huiying no longer had a bald head; hair had started to grow. The feeling of not being bald was incredible!
Compared to others, her hair growth after using the ointnt was relatively fast. However, it was only ear-length now. The elegant short hair added a bit of charm to her.
The wife and husband ran around the estate in circles. Recalling a month and a half ago, Dong Huiying then carried much lighter sandbags, barely running two laps before she couldn’t continue. But now, after ten laps, she finished smoothly, without redness or shortness of breath, and her lung capacity greatly improved.
Shujun was a hunter in his early years, running around the wilderness. Later, he gained Inner Strength from fruits, making ten laps easy. After the run, the two walked back hand in hand, filled with deep affection, very warm.
anwhile, in the Capital.
"Ah—!"
A person scread miserably, getting stabbed in the heart by a man in black attire.
The man, with a cold expression, withdrew the blood-stained long knife and stepped forward, leaving behind a field of corpses.
The corpses were strewn everywhere, their death clean and swift, each killed with a single strike.
The man was like a grim reaper, never hesitating to strike, specializing in reaping lives. He knew he was doing the right thing; these were bad people, unworthy. His actions were justified in his conscience.
Yet at so point, the man’s ears started to redden again, he missed his wife-wife. He missed his family wife.
With ti slipping away, he beca increasingly enchanted by that person. Leaving her, even for a short mont, made him restless, wishing he could sprout wings and fly straight to her side.
He pressed his lips together, showing a cold yet seemingly smiling expression. His eyes were very bright, eager to return!
A while later, several Death Soldiers hurried over.
"Damn!" The leader’s face turned dark upon seeing no survivors here.
"Let’s go!!"
The Death Soldiers retraced their steps back to the palace, familiar with the route.
In the Imperial Study Room, the Eighth Princess was reviewing the morials. All the submitted reports were about border warfare, making the Eighth Princess frown deeply.
A Death Soldier donned palace attire, appearing as a palace maid. She rapidly approached the Eighth Princess’s side, whispering softly.
With a crunching sound, the Eighth Princess was overwheld with anger, crushing the Imperial Pen in her hand. After a while, she suppressed her inner oppression and asked, "Have you found out who did it?"
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