Chapter 45: The Empress Returns to the Palace

The hand raised high descended gently.

She grabbed Feng Wuchen by the back of his collar and hoisted him up.

"That's enough, you're getting my clothes dirty."

Tears welled up in the corners of Feng Wuchen's eyes as he pouted with a pitiful expression.

When the news that the Emperor was returning to the palace finally reached the inner courts, everyone realized that His Majesty had actually been away this entire time.

Wei Ranzhu clenched her teeth so hard they nearly shattered. No wonder the Emperor had been so cold to her lately; it turned out he had been sneaking away...

Jiang Yun knew that every time the woman in yellow unfolded a dream layer, appeared within a dream, or exchanged words with him, it took a toll on her. Therefore, he did not mind her stingy habit of hiding away.

Li Jie couldn't help but feel a bit of envy toward him, as he found this group of people remarkably charismatic.

Humming an unfamiliar tune at random, Jiang Zilan looked up at the sky. What a pity; it was an overcast day, and not a single star was visible.

Finally emerging from the woods, Mu Lingtian put Ye Wushuang down. Although he tried hard to restrain himself, his boiling blood was still scorching his thoughts.

"Boom... boom... boom!" More than a dozen sword slashes carrying biting frost flew toward the crowd simultaneously like fading grief. Infused with ten percent of his angry power, they directly shattered and exploded the floorboards, sending a cloud of dust billowing near the mountain gate.

Decress roared anxiously. The situation before them was crystal clear, visible to anyone.

"Make a call and order your younger brother to come back," Gu Songhe instructed, having completely given up any hope for his eldest son.

The narrow, hooked eyes on that aquiline nose closely resembled those of an old vulture searching for its prey, and the title of the Southern Border Duke seemed to stem entirely from his appearance—the Vulture Duke, Decress.

This fellow had blocked her path last time and tried to beat her up. Now he actually thought he could fool her with this little act?

"Heh..." Xie Feng gave a light chuckle, feeling as though a heavy stone had suddenly dropped from his heart. It was impossible to say he didn't care about Su Su, who possessed the extreme Yin physique, but he harbored an instinctive resistance toward so-called master-recognition and blood pacts. He had thought of trying to persuade her instead, and to his surprise, it had actually worked.

Dean Gui shook his head like a rattling drum. "You're looking at this far too simply! The Prime Vine's strength is currently greatly diminished; I'm afraid no one would believe it's the Prime Vine anymore."

Feng Shujia had no choice. While answering Pan Yu'er's probings, she desperately steered the conversation toward mundane maidenly trifles, chattering on and on with her usual smiling and cheerful demeanor.

If it hadn't given her a tug just now, she might not have been pushed all the way to the edge.

Ji Lianyi also received Yun Chujiu's message and felt rather impatient. What was the point of attending a banquet?! It was far better to stay here and play with the rabbit.

He swept toward her like a ray of dawn, instantly illuminating the entire dark space and giving Su Moyan a violent start. Before she could cry out his name, with a deafening crash, the iron chains binding her shattered instantly.

Jonathan did not speak, for his back was turned to Jiaoyue. Moreover, since it was already night, the reflection in the rearview mirror plunged Jonathan's face into darkness, making it impossible to read the expression he wore at that moment.

The atmosphere within the team was somewhat oppressive. Unlike the previous days filled with laughter and cheerful chatter, everyone's mood was rather complicated: there was the bitter resentment of being looked down upon by the disciples of the upper and middle courtyards, the indignation of being abandoned, and a lingering anxiety regarding unknown dangers.

While activating the protective grand array of the Longling Di family, he led Protector Mu and the others to take command at the core of the formation.

Princess Zhenhui pursed her cherry lips, the stifled anger in her heart still unresolved, yet she ultimately refrained from uttering any further inappropriate words.

Silently for a fraction of a moment, Qingcheng's sudden confession slowly brought a smile to Jin Xian's face. When the man smiled, he resembled a snow lotus blooming atop a snowy mountain—pure, flawless, and as bright and beautiful as moonlight.

The reason they still wished to have another child now was because they truly loved one another and desired a crystallization of their love.