Chapter 47: Fangs

“Your Majesty, this old official was just discussing corrupt officials with Commander Chen, Master Gu, and Commander Xu.” Bu Qingyi’s face was flushed red from the heated argument.

It really was reminiscent of a group discussion from my previous life.

Qin Xiao was in excellent spirits—this was what it meant to have a team.

Now, with money and people under his command, it was only a matter of time before he reclaimed power over the court!

Starting with Li Changshu’s machinations...

Lin Feng’s guess was correct; Zhang Dazhi was indeed captured by Huang Tianzheng, who shot him in the left arm. He would never be able to wield a blade again.

So, on the day Xia Meng vanished from this world, she appeared remarkably calm. She didn’t even ask Shi Yan where Xia Meng had gone.

She was now regulating her breath, slowly pulling open the sturdy security net to reveal a space just wide enough for her body to slip through.

After weaving through several dark alleys, she reached the main street. At the end of the broad, bustling avenue stood the imposing and magnificent Duke of Garrison’s Mansion.

The man’s passion had already enticed her; she was eager to pin him to the bed and tease him further...

Nowadays, countries vied over whose fossils were older to prove the independence of their respective ethnic origins. Honestly, it was all rather tedious.

This situation persisted for a while, until nothing happened, and only then did I gradually calm down.

That also meant our behavior was tacitly approved. Besides, at this moment, we were only borrowing Hong Nishang’s identity to prepare a meal—surely we wouldn’t do anything to Chimei Manor.

Once Sheng Fenghua had eaten, Si Zhanbei’s brothers arrived one after another, having heard the news. With them were their elders, such as Old Master Xu.

Ran Hua, finding it dull, occasionally urged, “Hurry up, will you?” She knew Lian Rui would never be able to bring herself to do it.

Originally, Li Ku wore a smile and treated the Nan Gong family with courtesy, but that was all for Nan Gong Yuyao’s sake. Otherwise, there’d have been no need for such politeness.

While traveling, Cheng Feng’s body suddenly twisted and exploded, dissolving instantly into a mist of blood.

In Southeast Asia, there were many practitioners of voodoo arts. In Thailand, for example, Master Dawar, a top-level grandmaster, only entered the ranks of the divine after learning these arts.

“Ahem, it’s nothing. I just forgot—your coffee was actually the one I’d already drunk from. Sorry!” Xiang Zuo feigned innocence as he spoke.

After washing up, I checked the time—half past three. Damn, it was still early. Someone of my caliber should only make an entrance at the last moment. Chen Zhouzhou could do whatever he wanted until then.

Perhaps because Cheng Feng was nearby, Xu Xinyi was terribly nervous after undressing. Though she was already completely naked, she kept her legs tightly together, clutching the bottle of life potion, not knowing what to do as she sat on the bed.

Everyone stood frozen in disbelief, staring at the brilliance of the Light Lord. A being at the Divine Sovereign level, a mighty figure even in ancient times, had been slain with a single blow.

“By the way, what’s with James Harden?” Lin Xi hadn’t had time to ask about it last night, and his words seemed to imply something else. He quickly changed the subject.

“Who would have thought that Zhuang Lier could also blush so fiercely?” Huang Xiao said with a smile after returning to her room.

This affair was strange enough—after all, that old man had died two years ago. For a dead man to openly sell raw jadeite on Jade Street… If the one burned in the fire wasn’t Uncle Snake, then who was this Zhang Tiehan?

“The last time I went to Jieyang for raw stone, I bought it by accident.” Ximen Jinlian, of course, wouldn’t reveal the tale of the Serpent King Stone, so she made up an excuse offhand.

With the princess running off, Xiyan hurried after her. Le Sheng and Luyao, having nothing left to watch, returned to Consort Yuan’s chambers.