Volume 1, Chapter 46: The Lord Has Left the Palace

Hearing this, Song Wanning calmed down, her slender fingertips tucking a lock of hair that had fallen against her cheek.

This entire sequence of movements and actions drove the middle-aged man to the brink of a breakdown, as he still had no idea what had actually transpired.

The news that the Prince Zhao's Estate intended to call off the engagement had already leaked out. Even if the Princess Consort of Zhao had wanted to cover it up, it was no longer possible. Although the Prince's Estate held high positions and great power, it could not cover the sky with a single hand. For a time, rumors spread far and wide about how the Prince Zhao's Estate had gone so far as to ruin someone's innocence just to break off the engagement, leaving the estate utterly disgraced.

Above the fan-shaped staircase floated dozens of private rooms, serving as the auction's VIP chambers, inside of which true immortals likely resided.

"Brother Hao, don't be harsh with Tian'er. We are family, and I have a right to know whatever is going on." After saying this, a blush flew across my face.

Leading several military hounds onto that mountain range, they picked up the familiar scent once more and grew excitedly agitated again.

From within the cave came the male voice once again: "You hateful bald monk, you are truly despicable! My sister and I have repeatedly and earnestly begged for peace, yet you press us step by step. Do you take us for fools who are truly afraid of you?" The voice grew sharp and piercing, brimming with extreme indignation.

Although the Dark Gold Ghost Claw was fine, it did not suit him, so Ling Changkong remained calm on the surface. Glancing around at the crowd, he thought to himself that he knew the current lull was merely the calm before the storm, and when the tempest finally arrived, that would be the true moment of bidding.

Chu Tianqiu thought in stunned disbelief: "Could it be that I truly like her? That I cannot bear to kill her?" He stood there in a daze, unable to utter a word.

"This isn't my fault..." Looking at the bruises mottling his arms, Li Chen felt like crying without tears.

Lin An's words pierced through Xia Jingxuan's heart like an arrow, deeply provoking him. His eyes burned with a fiery intensity, hotter than the scorching summer heat. He grabbed Lin An's arm, suppressing a roar.

Miu Qingting pouted as she looked at Eighteenth, while Xiao Chuer stood quietly behind her, gazing at Eighteenth with a probing look in her eyes.

As soon as these words were spoken, Song Jiang shivered violently, staring intently at Luan Fei. The posture he had assumed to fight to the death abruptly came to a halt.

"This penalty item covers Park Eun-hye's medical expenses!" The judge swept his gaze across the five people before him once more, speaking with a stern expression.

Eighteenth glanced at Li Yuan, then turned to look at Gong Lingrui, her brows furrowed slightly. Though there was no verbal exchange, Gong Lingrui could tell she wanted to ask why Li Yuan looked like that, and moreover, that she had something to say to him.

Gong Lingjun's birthday banquet thus ended inconclusively. Since the Imperial Uncle had never held him in high regard, apart from some decorations in the Empress's Fengluan Palace, the entire imperial palace lacked any festive atmosphere whatsoever.

"As long as we've met, as long as we've met~" Huo Yixin left the place and went to the cafeteria for a simple meal.

However, this was not a fatal spot for the werewolf. Its left paw swiped down again. There was no longer time to retrieve the short blade, so he had to abandon it and roll to the side, only to unexpectedly roll right to the feet of another werewolf.

"Why don't we split up and go our separate ways?" someone suggested at that moment. Sawve turned his head toward the source of the voice; it was neither Mavis nor Lilia, but rather Jasmine who had made the suggestion.

Lei Heng was instantly seized by a sense of impending doom. As a dignified head constable, if he were truly forced to scrub the toilets at a tavern for a month, where would he save face?

To deal with Li Xingci, she had long since cultivated the Heavenly Demonic Secret Arts with others once again, pushing her apparent age up by hundreds of thousands of years.

When you approached her, you would instantly be captivated by this aura, not daring to gaze directly upon her peerless beauty.