Volume One, Chapter 21: I’ll Do Whatever You Say

Han Feibai? He should have the talent to call himself Han Feizi! Yuan Xiao shot him a sidelong glance. Could it be that this legendary philanthropist had a penchant for men, leading him to seek out such an alluring, submissive partner?

"What if I understand? And what if I don't? In the end, it is not my concern." Alanke lowered his gaze, unwilling to spare her a single look.

The moment Yuan Xiao left, Ying Yin’s lips curled into a smile. Even he was unsure why he was smiling. It was the first time he had tasted tea brewed by Yuan Xiao, and he found himself truly anticipating it—a sensation of anticipation he hadn't felt in a long time.

When the crowd regained their senses, the figure in black had long since vanished. Under the searing sun, only footprints stained with rouge remained.

Bai Tongtong looked at Li Kaili, whose attire was entirely composed of luxury brands. She wanted to mock her, yet found herself unable to utter a single word. What did shady dealings or unscrupulous methods matter now? The woman was living well, looking down at her with haughty arrogance, mocking her in return.

Li Ge only regretted failing to kill Luo Yunzhong. With Yuan Lie dead, there was no proof left, and even Xuanyuan Mo could truly do nothing to Luo Yunzhong. At most, he could charge Luo Yunzhong with the unauthorized execution of a commanding officer, but Luo Yunzhong could easily excuse himself by claiming he was acting against insubordination, given that Yuan Lie had taken away the defiant Li Ge.

"Someone! Take them away, prepare two rooms, and see that they are settled," Dou Jinying ordered, before turning to head toward Qin Fang’s room.

Red Lake is the most famous tourist attraction in City A. Its winter ice sculptures are a major spectacle, drawing countless domestic and foreign visitors.

Behind her veil, Xia Mo indulged herself in unabashedly admiring the handsome man, showering him with silent, generous praise.

Yuan Xiao shifted her posture, resting her chin on her hand to observe the fortune teller closely. She refused to believe that after all she had said, the old man would still stubbornly keep up his act.

"Your Majesty is wise; nothing can escape your brilliant eyes. Xi'er came to you because of the matters between the Emperor and that man outside the palace," Luo Xi said, seeing that the Empress Dowager had guessed the truth, and decided to get straight to the point.

"We have only just been wed, and yet I am away from the manor all day. Does Xi'er have no complaints at all?" Leng Wuchen asked, his eyes filled with probing intent.

After surrendering these items, Zhou Chu voluntarily declared that he would remain in the villa and would not leave Hainan until the matter was fully investigated, welcoming everyone to conduct a thorough inquiry.

Fang Ling'er’s sparkling eyes brimmed with tears as she said, "My Brother Mohun, I have finally attained you!" With that, the two departed like the wind, their shadowed forms vanishing without a trace.

It seemed Gaisu’s martial arts were indeed highly formidable, and his arm strength was astonishing—certainly no less than his own. No wonder he had dared to brag and make such a wager about crawling between his legs.

And so, Lin Hanxi, the daughter of Prime Minister Lin, could no longer contain her impulsive nature. That night, once everyone in the manor was asleep, she changed into night attire, nimbly slipped out of her chamber, and within moments, vaulted onto the roof. Light as a swallow, she made a few leaps and arrived at the Left Prime Minister’s residence.

Stepping barefoot onto the floor, I felt the thick cashmere carpet beneath me. It was soft, but offered no warmth. After only a few steps, a chill crept up from the soles of my feet, crawling up my legs, threatening to engulf me entirely.

Afeng truly could not lead troops, nor could she compose poetry—though, to be fair, if she really had to, she could stun an audience, but that would be reciting, not composing. Naturally, Afeng felt no desire to compete with her dear friend.

I slowly scanned the room’s furnishings and gave a cold laugh. Gerrard had clearly removed every sharp object in the room; what else did he have to fear?

At the very least, Xiao Youfu and Diwu could achieve this, and the Yan Kingdom also possessed elite assassins capable of it. As for how the Mu family’s experts compared to those of the Yan Kingdom, it was hard to say, but they were certainly far inferior to Diwu and Xiao Youfu.

Hearing this, Zhuo Xiangqin turned to look at us. Likely recognizing us as the ones who had tried to buy the golden hairpin at the jewelry shop, she spurred her horse toward us. The guards in the distance immediately flew over, shielding me and the Prince of Cheng.

Within the hall, everyone, including the Emperor seated high upon the dragon throne, gasped in shock. It was unbelievable: Zhen Shijie, the Commander of the Imperial Guards and the last surviving young master of the four great families of the Earth Profound Star, had been slapped to the ground and ordered to repeat himself.

Hearing him say this, Huang Rong’s previously tense expression softened slightly. She thought to herself, "This jerk can be likable sometimes; I suppose he’s smart."

Ma Jiaohong felt her scalp tingle. She didn't find him annoying; rather, she believed this was the natural reaction of a jealous man, which meant Li Wei cared deeply for her.

As the group walked out of the county office, Lian Shiyu remained mostly silent. Before boarding the carriage, he finally spoke: "You all head back first; I have other friends to visit." Even though Madam Lian knew he was a stranger in Luowu County, she couldn't be bothered with his whereabouts. She silently took Yanjun by the hand, and together they boarded Uncle Feng’s mule cart.

However, judging by his endless repertoire of tactics, she could not fathom what kind of person this fellow, Lu Fei, really was. She truly didn't know.

They reached the Military General Hospital, where her sister was wheeled into the ward for final observation before surgery, awaiting the arrival of specialists from other hospitals.

He even suspected that this fellow might have reached the late stage of Sword Spirit, or perhaps even the half-step Sword King realm.

"So, all the previous attacks were merely to test my habits?" He Yunlong asked, looking up at Lin Ming.

Cui Yaxia did not know that Xu Maoxian was the Governor. She only heard from Fan Bin that she was to serve as a maid for a high official.

Following an attendant from the Soulless God-Honored Tower back to his room, Qin Tianji was now certain of their plans.

One must know that the peerless powerhouse from beyond the heavens, who had blocked the Heavenly Staircase, was still lying there. Any reincarnated god would be suppressed by the aura of this outsider, so how could they dare to reincarnate in the Canglan World?

Suddenly, her arms felt empty. In a panic, she looked up and saw a sight that made her soul flee in terror: her son was already in the hands of Xie.