Volume 1, Chapter 42: There Is Seriously Something Wrong with His Brain

With that, the two of them ran off, exchanging words without once looking back. It was as if they had failed to notice that the wind had died down and the scattered paper spirit money behind them had already settled firmly upon the ground, motionless.

The entire palace was in an uproar. What was truly shocking was not merely the confinement of the Empress, but that the Empress Dowager had issued an imperial decree, openly and frankly proclaiming the matter to the six palaces.

As she reached the end of her speech, Mu Xiqing deliberately infused her tone with authority, causing the dark clouds above everyone’s heads to hang even lower. Realizing they had blundered, they stood with their heads bowed in silence, listening to the reprimand. Deep in self-reflection, they meticulously retraced every movement of the night, desperate to find where their lapse had occurred.

"In my eyes, such a dance could only exist in the heavens," Mo Yunshang said with a faint smile, picking up a handkerchief to gently dab the light sweat from her forehead.

I called out twice more, but there was no response at all. Lifting my hand to look at the faint, dim fox tattoo on the back of it, a wave of sorrow surged through my heart, accompanied by a biting self-loathing.

His porcelain-white fingers brushed lightly against the spirit-jade wine cup. His thin, slightly pursed lips curled into a graceful arc as he murmured in a seductive voice, "The Canglan Kingdom, heh..." Purple spiritual energy spilled from his fingertips, and the white spirit-jade cup dissolved into nothingness in an instant.

The Empress Dowager had been in high spirits at Changle Palace lately. Until a foster mother for the Fifth Prince was decided upon, he had to remain in her care. Raising a child was an exhausting task, yet the Empress Dowager was content.

Wang Mo’s avatar, however, was not so lucky. In an instant, it was riddled with holes like a sieve by the rain of ice swords, dying the most unsightly death imaginable. Of course, the corpse only existed for about a second before dissipating into a wisp of white smoke.

Shi Dong gave a bitter laugh. "Your Boss Wang isn't coming." He was right; after Boss Wang went downstairs and saw the scene of the dead, he had likely already run away in terror.

Dai Zhang saw that Dai Wei was serious and could not help but tremble. Who could have imagined that his younger brother, who had always been so unremarkable, possessed the capacity to harm his own family?

Entering Xinzhou felt like arriving at his own doorstep. Once there, however, Wang Yan found he was in no particular hurry to return home. Even though he was worried about He Yushan, the mere thought of returning filled him with a sense of trepidation—perhaps this was the nervousness one feels when nearing home.

After three rounds of drinks and the meal concluded, Dai Zhang still did not know why General Li Qing had summoned him; it had been nothing more than idle chatter about how many people were in his family and where his mother and sister were. Unwilling to discuss such topics further, he departed once he realized the general had nothing else to say.

This display of power alone caused the tens of thousands of Song Shu's troops to turn pale, their forward pursuit coming to a hard, sudden halt.

How could he be so easily caught by a newly born blood-thirsty beast? Was this species naturally gifted? He frowned immediately; if this creature had such ability, why hadn't it fled when they first met?

All of this might have been under the orders of that Young Master Wang of Juying, but he had never laid a finger on him.

You Lian saw this and grew anxious. If things continued this way, she feared the Grand Madam would fall ill before the Princess was even married. With no other choice, she told Yi Ru.

At the time, the Prince of Jin had thought that entering the capital in secret was no big deal, assuming the worst he would face was a scolding from his fifth brother. He never imagined that this single reckless act would nearly trigger a storm in the capital. Because, upon entering the city, the Prince of Jin neither went to see the Emperor nor sought out Shao An, but headed straight for the Imperial Guard barracks to meet with Hong Yi.

Madam Guo said, "My girl, this is simply how the world is; can you not show a little pity for an old woman like me?"

They turned the suite upside down, yet there was no sign of the two, only Dong Nana’s damp clothing.

The archaeological team members were scrambling to their feet in a panic, then desperately braced themselves against the bronze gates.

He realized he had too many shortcomings: one was his slow reaction time, and the other was his tendency to become flustered when faced with unexpected situations.

In truth, even if all the night watchmen were to die, replacements had to be immediately deployed.

After speaking with Tan Mingyang, Chen Daoping returned to the temporary quarters that Tan Mingyang had prepared for them.

When Kang Yue recognized the man in the lead and called out, he turned around, and upon seeing her breathtaking face, he felt as if his very breath had been stolen away.

He couldn't control other places, nor could he manage them, but if the other party dared to insult him to his face, that was absolutely intolerable.

But honestly, Li Cheng’s brazen discussion of future possibilities still left her feeling deeply uncomfortable.

At this moment, Ye Zi’an was busy both nursing his mother back to health and monitoring her condition. At the same time, he was determined to uncover why his mother and he had been driven out of the family all those years ago. Besides, since he had decided on revenge, finding out the truth was just like catching a rabbit while clearing the grass—a convenient side benefit.

Hearing Zhao Li say there was no danger, the archaeological team quickly approached, and upon seeing the bones clearly, they exclaimed in surprise.

It wasn't until that day, when she went out with a close confidante, that she encountered him again, and the innocent story in her heart was reignited.

If Tyr had wanted Miao Miao, he would have taken her long ago. He was never a gentleman to anyone; he had even resorted to all sorts of unscrupulous methods.

Lu Qingfan drove the whole way, and she sat in the passenger seat, completely listless. It seemed that waking up early had become a form of torture for her.