Cheng Mingyue was ill.
This ti, it wasn’t a pretense to gain sympathy; she was genuinely sick.
She hadn’t been sick for a long ti.
Lying on the bed, Cheng Mingyue, in a state of fever-induced delirium, thought hazily.
From the mont she was born, she was a Heavenly Proud Daughter, her father raising her like a precious treasure, so alert to any slightest movent that she never had an opportunity to fall ill.
Later on, she beca a disciple of the number one martial arts master and the junior sister of the Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch, with even more people admiring her.
She recalled the last ti she fell ill, which was several years ago.
It was rely a minor cold; the maidservants in the residence hustling and bustling, her father attending to her tirelessly, even inviting several renowned doctors from the itinerant world.
In the entire Martial World, who didn’t envy her, Fairy Ming Yue?
But now?
Xiao Tang ca in with a bowl of dark dicine, eyes showing resignation: "Miss, those doctors heard it was our Cheng Residence’s master who was sick, and none were willing to co. This is dicine for treating the cold that I went to buy myself; please make do with it."
As she brought the dicine over, Cheng Mingyue clearly saw several red and swollen blisters on Xiao Tang’s hands.
"Did you brew this dicine yourself? Where are the rough servants?" Cheng Mingyue asked angrily.
Xiao Tang avoided her gaze, speaking hesitantly: "Since master passed away, those servants have either run away or been redeed. Now...now..."
She didn’t finish her sentence, but Cheng Mingyue already understood her aning.
Now, in this Cheng Residence, there were barely a few people left.
Cheng Mingyue’s expression suddenly cald down; she extended her hand, took the dicine bowl, and drank it all: "I know now; there’s no need for anyone to serve here. You may go rest."
Xiao Tang withdrew.
Cheng Mingyue watched her leave: Xiao Tang had been by her side since she was a little girl, a maidservant serving the young miss, naturally having never done heavy labor.
Today, this brewing of dicine was probably her first ti.
She lay in bed, eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling.
Tears finally trickled down from the corners of her eyes, one drop after another, gradually soaking the pillow.
...
Recently, a significant event occurred in the Central Plains Martial World.
At the martial arts conference, the current Martial Arts Alliance Leader Zhu Yue revealed a bombshell announcent.
He and the Demon Sect Leader were in love and were preparing for marriage, feeling unqualified to continue serving as the Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch, asking the martial compatriots to elect another esteed leader.
At any other ti, if soone was revealed to have a connection with the Demon Sect Leader, they would likely face public condemnation.
However, Zhu Yue had always commanded substantial prestige and was highly respected by martial artists.
Moreover, his deanor was so extraordinarily candid that it left no room for criticism.
He fell in love with the Demon Sect Leader and voluntarily offered to step down as the Martial Arts Alliance Leader. What could one do about it?
Thus, this martial arts conference ended in an extraordinarily peculiar atmosphere.
Most astonishing was that Zhu Yue indeed, at the end of the martial arts conference, issued invitations in his na to all martial artists present.
He... wasn’t he afraid of triggering so bloodshed then?
Many martial artists were utterly bewildered by Zhu Yue’s unconventional approach.
"Ye Li, I’m sorry," Zhu Yue said with so regret, holding Gu Shengyin’s hand.
Gu Shengyin turned to look at him: "What are you sorry for?"
Zhu Yue’s face was full of remorse: "I promised to give you a lively and grand wedding, but in the Central Plains Martial World, our marriage might not receive many blessings."
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