Volume 1, Chapter 32: Returning to the Duke of Su’s Mansion to Proclaim the Imperial Decree

Long after Qin Anjin had departed, his words continued to echo in Gu Qingge’s ears, lingering for a long time.

“……” Suddenly caught off guard by his insight, Chu Qingluo couldn't help but widen her eyes as she looked at him. Though she felt a twinge of guilt, she refused to back down and made a playful face at him.

Ji Qiran sighed softly and said, “Do you want Fifth Brother to watch you fall first?” He intentionally used Ji Qili to provoke her, hoping to ignite even the smallest spark of will to survive within her.

After the footsteps faded away, the window gave a crisp click, followed by the sound of Song Qingshuang gently pushing it open.

When Yu Fei heard that Zi Yan had met with disaster, she couldn't help but sigh. She had once offered him well-intentioned advice, revealing the secrets of fate, but unfortunately, he chose to fly like a moth into a flame, ultimately unable to defy his destiny.

At the evening banquet, the other four princes of the Yuezhi Kingdom were also in attendance, and Fusang introduced them one by one to the Sixth Princess.

Coming to Henei this time, Cai Yong could be said to have acted out of an unshirkable sense of duty. Firstly, Wang Kuang was a dear friend of many years, and he could not bear to see him die at the hands of Lu Bu; secondly, preventing a war and sparing the common people from suffering could be considered a deed of immense merit.

Gu Qingge had always known that Madame Wang was the most inscrutable person in the household, aside from Gu Jianye. Her remarks just now, aimed at pleasing both sides, only served to confirm Gu Qingge’s suspicions.

However, Zhuque understood that as her sister possessed the soul of the Six Paths, her heart was vast enough to hold several men without ever wavering, wasn't that so?

Since Xu Zhuo knew that the Lijiang Sword Sect was in trouble, he had rushed over in haste. Naturally, he had secretly refined these few talisman treasures while sitting in the carriage, fearing there would not be enough time to craft them upon his arrival.

At this moment, Zhan Zhao stood inside an aircraft hovering above Tianfeng City, peering down at the city sprawling beneath the giant glass pane.

[It actually worked...] Gu Qi used his last ounce of strength to transmit the intelligence.

“You go too far!” Lu Zihao’s words completely enraged Guo Jiping. He had been kneeling, but suddenly stood up with a jolt. As an illegitimate son, he was usually accustomed to enduring humiliation, but this was a line he could not cross. He had knelt when told to, but to demand he kowtow was simply too much.

He ran breathlessly up to the boy, crouching down until he was at eye level with the child, whose legs were crippled.

She knew what she was planning, but it was not the right time to burn bridges. Furthermore, Miao Ruolan’s impression of her homeland had hit rock bottom, to the point of aversion, so when Lin Yiping suggested robbing Deep Blue, Miao Ruolan did not object.

With that, Lin Yiping stood up. “I’m going out. Don’t wait for me; I’ll be back on time tomorrow morning, and I won’t miss anything important.” She opened the door, got into her car, and drove away.

“Shut up.” Before Xiao Shaotze could finish, Sato Mori stood up and shouted in fury, glaring coldly at him. “From this day on, my Eastern faction and your Tang Estate are irreconcilable. Just you wait.” He turned and strode away.

Feng Jun stepped out of the hotel, and upon exiting, he thought, "What the hell is this?" A line of seven or eight identical black Mercedes-Benz cars were parked in a row. Was this some kind of gangland war?

Dou Shantao, Jin Faguang thought with amusement, what a small world. No wonder those driving BMWs were so lacking in character—it turned out to be you. I’ll give you the honor of a personal phone call from Brother Fa.

The condition of this rebel leader could no longer be called "poor"—it was truly gruesome. His legs had been severed, his right shoulder and arm were completely gone, and the left hand remaining on his torso was missing three fingers. Of course, the most severe injuries were the two massive puncture wounds in his torso.

Within his Dantian, a vast ocean churned, and beneath that ocean, the spirit vein stretching across his Dantian erupted with terrifying energy.

Furthermore, Lu Wu strongly suspected that the reason the intimacy level between Chubby and the pig had increased so much was simply because their personalities were highly compatible.

One had to realize that those entering here were elites of the sect, and among them were many experts of the Void-Meditation Realm.

He had exhausted all his strength, sparing no cost to catalyze his energy with his own essence blood. He had found his opponent’s flaw; if he were still only evenly matched after this, how could Wang Hao hold his head high in this world?

Thinking of this fellow’s identity, the crowd looked at one another, momentarily at a loss for words.

In such a setting, shouldn't there be nothing but words of praise? Yet, not a single person had brought up the subject of rewards for the four princes. It was clear that the Emperor and his officials were in collusion; as for the specific reason, he did not yet know.

Otherwise, even if this were Wang Hao’s first time claiming the leaderboard, given the display he had shown in the training room, the odds against him would not have been so high.

The reason Lu Wu insisted on carrying her was that he knew the Hum-Hum Monster couldn't move at the moment, and if he didn't carry her, she would be in a pitiful state later.

To this, the broad-minded Lu Wu said nothing, but took out his diary on the spot and wrote a single line.

On the other side, Yan Chen and the others were slowly moving forward, though they did not notice that behind them, the waist-high herbs were miraculously smoothing over, leaving no trace that anyone had passed through.

Just as the two finished speaking, Mu Lingyun walked over, her sweet voice reaching everyone’s ears.

Seeing Yun Mo’yu pouting, Wan Zhiwei simply raised his arm to smooth his hair, revealing his bronze-toned wrist, while his other hand remained busy tucking his phone into his pocket.

Yan Wei walked in with tea and snacks, brushing past him just as he exited. Watching him leave, she set down the tray.

Could it be that after not going to school for a week, she wasn't feeling particularly unhappy or reluctant to go back?

As a newlywed bride, even if she was a man, surely it wasn't strange to wait for Nalan Wushuang? Why did the Prince of Xiaoyao have such a dark, brooding expression?

Faced with the masked man’s words, the Martial Saint offered no reply, seemingly tacitly agreeing. After all, to him, achieving his goal justified any means; he cared nothing for morality.

In an instant, the five members of the final group were beaten by Liu Yi until they burst into loud sobs. Seeing Liu Yi looking at them with a sinister grin, the other ten who had been separated began throwing every treasure they possessed at him.