Originally, because the Truth Chapter was too heavy-handed, I wanted this chapter to be a bit more healing—but who knew it would get censored... I had no choice but to streamline it.
PS: For someone who murdered his father and devoured hearts, being a little heavy-handed was probably inevitable, right?
On the northeastern side of Rongguo Mansion, inside a plain and neat flower hall fitted with Western glass windows.
"Three, two, three, four; five, six, seven, eight; four, two, three, four; five, six..."
Li Wan called out the beat as she bent into a forward lunge, throwing both arms and her lovely head high back at the same time.
Then she drew back from the lunge and folded her slender waist downward.
Such a simple full-body exercise, paired with her ripe, alluring figure, had an effect no less splendid than a lavish feast!
Unfortunately, the only audience present was Jia Lan, who had no appreciation for such charms at all. What a dreadful waste.
Er—
More precisely, there was not even one audience member, because Jia Lan was also keeping a straight little face as he performed the broadcast calisthenics with utter concentration.
After finishing four sets of eight beats for the full-body exercise, Li Wan waited for her son to catch his breath a little before continuing, "Seventh exercise, jumping. Ready—begin! One, two, three, four; five, six..."
Jia Lan performed every movement with meticulous precision, his two Deerskin Boots stomping sharply against the blue bricks. They had already reached the third set when he suddenly noticed that while his mother was gesturing with her hands, her feet had not moved in the slightest. He immediately puffed out his lips and cried, "Mother, why are you being lazy again? Hurry and jump, or Lan'er won't jump either!"
Hearing this, Li