Volume 1, Chapter 47: My Lord, This Humble Servant Thinks She Saw Her Brother Again

Liu Wuyi had something to occupy her time and no longer thought about going out, spending three consecutive days sewing small shoes and cloth caps for a baby.

Hearing the old man's words, Yuan Meng cast a grateful look at Uncle Li, who smiled and shook his head.

A sense of discomfort arose like a sudden, swelling tide, interrupting the quaintly romantic conversation and putting the two of them on high alert.

Later, the prey around the Crescent Moon were all hunted down, leaving only scorpions and sand terrapins with unpalatably foul tastes.

Although Yuan Meng understood her meaning—that she would never disturb him nor harbor any illusions because of his status—the act of deleting him on WeChat right to his face was still somewhat hurtful.

He paused his hand, which was drying his hair, smiled helplessly, climbed onto the bed to move her phone away, and then pulled the quilt up to cover her.

Yuan Meng ate her fill at this meal; it had been a long time since she had tasted such delicious food. Her former mother-in-law's cooking was still just as good. Before their divorce, Yuan Meng used to go to the old family estate every week to receive lectures from her mother-in-law, after which the older woman would prepare a delightful meal for her.

"Your Ladyship, this maid is only doing this for your and the Second Prince's own good. You have plotted for so many years and sacrificed so much. If the throne truly falls into the hands of the Prince of Qin, all the things you engineered back then—causing the Empress to go into premature labor, having the First Prince sent away as a hostage to the Xiashi Kingdom, framing Pu Xiyao for adultery, and having her cast into the Cold Palace—will inevitably be exposed."

Qin Mo nodded. Although he remained vigilant, he actually held a modicum of favorable regard for Qiu Shiyi.

"Yun Shao is an art student who majors in the guqin. Do you know Yan Ke? Yun Shao used to be Qi Tiantian's guqin teacher. I have a strong feeling that she must have seduced Qi Yan around that time," Chen Ran said mysteriously.

At the mere thought that at every single minute and second people were suffering pain or even dying, Shi Luoying could not possibly maintain a pleasant attitude.

Ren Xiaoyao said, "I have no time to idle away and chat with you. If there is nothing else, please feel free to leave." With that, he made a move to depart.

Guo Lu then helped Wang Chaoyang pull out the flying knife embedded in his shoulder, and quickly used the needle and suture from the first-aid kit to stitch up his wound, applying anti-inflammatory powder and wrapping it with gauze and bandages.

After pondering for a moment, everyone agreed that this was an excellent idea. A flurry of praises followed, making even the military strategist feel somewhat embarrassed.

Darui carefully scrutinized the Beast Shaman on the seat of honor, yet try as he might, he could not make out his true appearance. A thick cloud of smoke shrouded the Beast Shaman; not only was it impossible to see what he looked like, but it was even impossible to discern his height or whether he was fat or thin.

Wang Cheng was naturally cautious. Knowing he was outmatched, he could only adopt a defensive posture. However, if the soldiers were not allowed to rest, how could they fend off the Xiongnu if they attacked the next day? He had no choice but to arrange for some men to rest first, while others took turns keeping watch.

Everyone was greatly shocked, entirely unable to believe their own eyes that someone could be utterly fearless in the face of this blood-red mountain.

Furthermore, I felt that Cang Huan had not used his full strength, for his expression was calm and his aura profound. He looked not at all like he was fighting, but rather as if he were toying with the five great demon generals.

The alpha wolf suddenly seized the flare in its jaws, tossed its head, and the flare flew more than a dozen meters away.

The scale of a main base of the Machine Race was definitely not comparable to that of previous sub-bases. Although it could not match the scale of a human base in terms of extent, as a primary combat base, no matter how inferior it might be, it was still far from negligible.

Xian'er stood upright by Ling Dong's side, seemingly as if she had not moved at all. Yet Ling Dong occasionally had the sensation of being tugged by her, and this feeling was somewhat uncomfortable.