Volume 1, Chapter 22: With the wives and concubines vying for favor, I wonder how Magistrate Lu intends to handle the situation?

“Grandma Princess!” The two children bowed in unison, their innocent voices echoing all around.

Everyone turned to look in surprise. The eldest princess was acting as a “grandma” to the two children of the Lu family—wasn’t she the godmother of Fang Qianxue?

Ao Wumie frowned slightly as he looked at the scroll in Hua Hongfei’s hand. To his sensing, the scroll emitted no aura at all.

Recently, fearing that Yan Sinian wasn’t adapting well, Su Ai had planned to sleep separately from him at night.

Lü Chong made a vow in his heart, casting a deep glance at Zhang Han, who was like a war god charging across the vast sky, before striding away.

Beside him, Zhu Yitong observed Liu Feiyu. Having encountered many university students, Zhu Yitong knew that a student who hesitated even to eat the airplane food must come from a modest family background, and such students often proved to be diligent and studious.

Qin Jiu looked at him in surprise, but when their eyes met and he saw the faint purple glow within, his heart sank. What was that?

Could it be that in the Great Xia Empire, Wei Qing’s status was even higher than that of the invincible Zhao Yun?

Ye Chuyan was acutely aware that Shen An had begun to see him as a lifeline. Just a few days ago, Shen An would never have addressed him so familiarly but instead used a distant, somewhat condescending formal address.

As long as she was by Wan Qi Chen’s side, she felt deeply fulfilled. She thought she truly liked him.

However, Xuan Mozi was not just a figure of idol-like charisma but also a powerhouse of genuine talent, with an exceptionally high pursuit of art, tirelessly dedicating years of effort to it.

Later, he also took on the role of a professor at an art academy. While he imparted little, he gained much.

“Did you hear me? Get out!” He Ningyan’s tone suddenly sharpened, her voice rising loudly.

The film had been in production for about a month, and Luo Qi’s scenes were more than seventy percent complete. Now that the key actor had died, the remaining plot was impossible to proceed with.

It was a trap meant only to deceive her—to coax her into boarding the vehicle without resistance and be taken to the laboratory.

Her entire body radiated a purple glow. Clearly, the medicinal power of the Bai Mu Yi Qi Heart-Consolidating Elixir had been entirely dispersed and integrated into her flesh, becoming one with her. Henceforth, until fully absorbed, there was no need to fear that the potent medicine would harm her.

I forced myself to calm down as much as possible, enduring the headache while pondering some critical questions.

“What’s hidden beneath?” Lin Da asked curiously. But watching the shifting sand, he roughly guessed—it must be some predator of the birds here. Otherwise, with so many birds living here, it would be impossible without a natural predator.

After entering the elevator, three men dressed in camouflage with faces painted in war paint suddenly burst out, but it was too late—the elevator doors had already closed.

But before they could rejoice for long, “Sweet Sweet” Xi Dalong, who had just been beaten, let out a startled cry.

Qu Yi brought five hundred elite troops, and Zhang He’s heavy halberdiers numbered about two thousand. One had fought alongside them in Liangzhou, and the other had accompanied Qiu Ming up Mangdang Mountain. Both were familiar with each other, and Qiu Ming wasted no time, ordering them to camp by the Luo River, one on the left and one on the right, forming a pincer formation.

After ensuring nothing was exposed, Ji Xuanyuan vanished in a flash from the Supreme Space.

Seeing such a truly heavyweight figure arrive, some onlookers naturally made way.

Who among the fourth-tier tribulation cultivators was ever a simpleton? Who did not possess formidable trump cards?

Shen Qiang initially wanted to resist but found herself unable to fight the allure of sleep and simply closed her eyes.