Volume 1, Chapter 45: Sending Prince Jin to a Fine Place

Shen Bi's pupils constricted slightly. After nodding, she took the two medicine boxes from Li Xing and left first.

The sole charge of treason and colluding with the enemy could only be substantiated by his interactions with that fellow from the Sea Country.

In truth, she was not surprised that the Empress Dowager had received the news; she only hadn't expected the Empress Dowager to get involved and even drag her into it.

Yet she found that no matter how hard she tried to speak, she could not utter those words, as if bound by some sort of restriction.

The second-generation Melk was the first to draw the kitchen knives, Revival and Diraulous. After running his fingertips over the blades, he slid them back into their scabbards.

Consequently, more and more people gathered on the viewing platform. Today alone, the hunting ground made a small fortune purely from admission tickets, tea, and pastries.

Lü Bu turned to look at Lin Mo, a trace of disdain in his eyes, "Because these people are spineless wretches. They love to pick faults in those who lack power and influence, and they love to find virtues in those whose power is overwhelming."

Just as the sword Qi from the numerous soldiers landed on the inner city wall, a surging blade of energy soared from the ramparts, transforming into endless fireworks that blossomed in mid-air.

However, the moment the other party heard him introduce himself as A, his brow furrowed briefly as if recognizing him, but his expression immediately smoothed out again.

Moreover, Gu Zhan was willful and arbitrary; often even His Majesty had to defer to him. Jialuo had a soft personality and always swallowed her grievances whenever she was wronged, completely incapable of handling him.

After running out of that winding, secluded canyon, the view suddenly opened up, but a huge pool of water, a hundred zhang wide, blocked the path ahead. The dark water of unknown depth reflected the sheer cliffs on both sides, and fortunately, there was a ferry boat waiting on this side of the pool.

"How could this be? Could Consort Wan be deceiving Us?" Long Che frowned, walking over to the low couch by the window and sitting down, while his shadow followed closely, standing respectfully before him.

"Dealing with Lin Zheng, this couldn't be better!" The long hair hanging over Zhan Bai's forehead obscured his eyes, but a flash of murderous intent flickered across his face.

Rong Liang was not intentionally alienating Xiao Lang. When he had taken Tang Yun's pulse last time, he had not yet detected that Tang Yun was pregnant. Although it takes some time from conception to detection via pulse diagnosis, he believed such a coincidence was impossible.

"They're coming! They're coming!" At that moment, a shout rang out from outside. The queue became somewhat disorderly, and the mercenaries from the Snow Wolf Mercenary Corps, who were maintaining order, hurried to straighten the ranks.

Qiao Xue searched every corner of the room but found no one. She had no choice but to go downstairs to ask her colleagues if anyone had seen the child. Heading to the locker room, she found it empty as well. Just as she was about to head to the wards to search, she heard a sudden commotion from the locker room—a muffled cough.

Almost the exact instant those words were finished, a powerful burst of internal energy erupted from Xiao Qi's body.

Even so, early this morning, he still instructed Lin Xuanlan to find time to present this pair of Fu-Lu-Shou bracelets to Ximen Jinlian. Being a deeply experienced and worldly-wise man, how could he not understand Ximen Jinlian's intentions? Sending such a heavy gift naturally meant she was alone in Modu and hoped the Lin family could look out for her should anything arise.

Having made this decision, Xiaoyaozi finally left the sword-casting hall and returned to his quarters. Because he had previously consumed a Restoration Pill, though his body felt somewhat better than after exchanging blows with Shangguan Wei, a dull ache still lingered. Entering his room, he closed the door behind him and began to meditate and regulate his breathing.

Qiao Xue went to Special Ward 1109. Walking up to the door, she gently turned the knob because she noticed that of all the wards, this was the only one with the light still on. Had the child woken up?

On the neighboring ring, Monk Wumei saw Abbot Xuyin's expression change drastically and actually forgot to evade. The lethal force swept over, and Wumei was sent flying on the spot, turning deathly pale and coughing up a mouthful of blood.

I originally wanted to call Diao Chen first, but when I pulled out my phone, I realized how muddled I was—how could a phone that had been soaked in water still work? Deciding to just go with it, I figured I'd head back first and deal with it later.

In the past, when she watched Hong Kong crime movies, the kidnappers would casually demand tens or hundreds of millions, which she always thought was absurd—how could anyone pull out that much cash all at once?

This bow resulted in a very strange scene. Xuan Yu, the master, was bowing in gratitude to his disciple Xia Tian, looking as though he had received an immense, boundless favor, leaving everyone around dumbfounded.

By this time, Shinto Kanto had stopped eating. He immediately took out his phone, dialed a number, and began negotiating with his aging father across the ocean in the Japanese tongue.

Having lost face, Gu Changjiang was too embarrassed to linger and flicked his sleeve, saying, "Lead the way." His tone was as if he were ordering about his own domestic slave, causing Zhang Defu's expression to shift slightly. In the end, however, he said nothing, merely gesturing for his subordinates to escort him up.

Hearing Luo Yiwei's words, Dongfang Yi's tone cooled down as he said, "Very well, your senior will wait for this meal. It doesn't matter how long it takes. Yiyi, it's getting late, get some rest early, good night!" With that, he immediately hung up the phone.

The next day, just as dawn was breaking, deafening battle drums sounded, accompanied by the firm, rhythmic marching footsteps of troops urgently assembling everywhere. Ye Qiu found Daoist Huangyu and set off together with the members of the Shenri Peak.

"Yes, let's go inside to talk." Chu Tianxiong latched the door behind him and walked toward the inner room on his own.

As a lieutenant general, even holding a local rank rather than a headquarters post, he should still understand flexibility and consideration for his subordinates. Mizuki Uwa did not easily lose his temper, but this time he truly couldn't hold it back. He couldn't fathom why they had let Xing Zeyuan escape. Out on the vast ocean, where could they possibly run?