Chapter 48: Wishing to Avoid Misunderstandings

Suddenly, a striking figure emerged from the corner—it was none other than the Noble Consort Hua, engaged in lively conversation with Little Peach Blossom, her face alight with joy.

“Oh my, isn’t that Sister Hua?” At the sight, Noble Consort Li instantly changed her demeanor, greeting her with a bright, welcoming smile.

“Ah, Sister Li, are you here to see His Majesty as well?” Hua seemed slightly surprised, but her expression remained gentle as she spoke.

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At that moment, the thin metal sphere would be crushed, releasing cyanide into the bloodstream.

Rumors swirled in all directions. While Second Uncle Gu was anxiously eager to deal with the situation, Bai Yisheng and Gu Zhuoyan acted swiftly to bring down the Bai family. Though Father Bai pleaded desperately before Bai Yisheng, she remained unmoved, coldly annexing the Bai family under her own name.

Bai Yisheng truly wanted to tell Gu Zhuoyan to refrain from making such conspicuous gestures in public.

Falling Feather Yan quietly probed the beast space and found the spirit beast sprawled on the ground, fast asleep. Its fur had visibly thinned, and even its appearance seemed older than before.

This enchanting technique had been passed down from her own mother. It was a high-level earth-tier skill, though its origins remained unknown. It was said that when fully mastered, no man could resist her.

Yan Qi felt as though her head was about to explode. She wanted nothing more than to wait until Chen Xichuan returned from the palace before thinking further on the matter, but whether at meals or during rest, the issue hovered relentlessly in her mind, making it utterly impossible to focus on anything else.

Lin Yi had used his arm as her pillow through the night—he must have gone numb. She rose gently, and Zhou Quan’s frown softened.

Emperor Mingjue was well aware of the inconveniences within the courtyard. Seeing Falling Feather Yan continuously wiping away sweat that kept springing forth, his heart ached with tender sympathy.

However, to say, “Prince Yu also mentioned it,” not only revealed the outcome but placed emphasis on the title “Prince Yu.” Even if Wan Huanxi felt some displeasure, this connection would prevent her from making things difficult.

She had even prepared to make a deck of playing cards to teach the girls, but they adamantly refused to sit with her, claiming that their ranks were too different.

Then, everyone set down their bowls and chopsticks, gathered by the window, and shot out one after another with swift movements.

Zhong Qing seemed to sense something, opening her drowsy eyes for a look, but, unfazed, closed them and drifted back to sleep.

On the edge of the cliff, a single clear tear slid from Lan Yue’s eye. If she leapt down, would it hurt? Surely, no pain could ever compare to the bleak desolation in her heart.

In the car, in front of his family, Yu Cheng shed the cold indifference he’d shown those rich young men earlier. When facing Qin Lie, his demeanor was even somewhat gentle.

“What do you mean by giving me this?” Zhong Qing puffed her cheeks, awkwardly taking out the jade pendant.

Qin Lie had always respected Yu Cheng, but this time, something seemed to have struck a sensitive nerve. He looked up, eyes bloodshot, his voice icy and ruthless.

Hearing Tie Bing’s words, Li Ningyu couldn’t help but become alert. The Far East Group hadn’t had any military operations recently; everything was running as usual. Why would the navy send an urgent telegram at this time?

Though Ye Lingfeng had retired for a year, all the young gentlemen of Yanjing still considered it an honor to receive an invitation from him.

This made Li Jin feel his dignity had taken a serious blow. He sneered and berated coldly.

The turn events took us by surprise; the agile zombie had already fled to who knows where. It seemed the armored zombie’s furious blows had terrified it. Even after gouging out one of the armored zombie’s eyes, it dared not attack further.

Yet after using the “Heavenly Sword Lightning Summoning Technique,” she was like a spent arrow, her spiritual power nearly exhausted.