Volume 1, Chapter 49: The Truth Behind the Infertility Spice

Indeed, the crime of deceiving the emperor.
Consumed by grief and indignation, Shen Ningxue swung her fist directly into Xia Tian's left eye, instantly giving him a black eye.
Covered in dirt and dust, the figures crawled out from the bushes, and upon faintly hearing the sound of water ahead, expressions of joy appeared on their faces.
The man's anxious voice reached Yingniang's ears, leaving her momentarily stunned. She couldn't help but tighten her grip on the cloak in her hands.
In the arena, seeing Wang Feiteng put some distance between them, Chen Qibing closed in without the slightest hesitation, denying Wang Feiteng any opportunity to observe and assess the situation.
"It seems this one shares the same master as Yun Banpo, without a doubt," Lin Qiaoxin said with an amused smile.
She truly admired the young mistress for still being able to tolerate that girl A-Xi living in this courtyard. If it were her, she would have driven her out long ago.
Upon hearing Zhang Kexin mention "my child," Yu Songlin's heart gave a heavy thump. Instead of being filled with joyful enthusiasm, he was suddenly overwhelmed by a massive sense of pressure.
Of course, such accidents could still occur. To minimize the chances of any mishaps, Ron put on a smiling face and began discussing matters with Lieber.
These words caused Qing Zi to raise an eyebrow. He probably couldn't even fool himself with such a lie, yet he dared to try and deceive her?
"Brother Tao, I am shallow in my learning and would like to ask for your guidance: is there any possibility of a place existing across two dimensions?" Wang Feiteng inquired.
Hahaha... This isn't funny at all! Howard desperately wanted to laugh out loud with such magnanimity at this moment, but only he knew that even if he could actually force a laugh, it would only be a bitter smile wrapped in a sob, wouldn't it?
As one of the candidate heirs to a prominent family, Fei Yingming's murder in the heavily guarded Green Lake Hotel using an extremely brutal method had a profoundly malicious impact, rattling the nerves of countless upper-class figures.
Song Yi said with a solemn expression, "This is my sincere suggestion; the final decision rests in both of your hands! If you say we go, we go; if you say we don't go, we stay."
Given that Yang Siqing was able to hold a position in the military department, Elder Marshal Yang Tianlie must have forgiven him; otherwise, how could people in the military department have been bold enough to employ him?
The impact brought by a height of over a dozen meters made the fat wizard wince and bare his teeth. He rubbed his head and leaped to his feet. A string of physical abnormality reports was submitted to him by the system. The mage froze for a moment, but quickly recovered, realizing they were merely scrapes and bruises. He let out a massive sigh of relief.
At that moment, the wizard's laughter grew even louder—he knew... he had succeeded. He had won his gamble once again.
Depressed and disheartened, knowing the general trend was lost, the Bai family burned themselves to death en masse. All of the Bai family servants were hunted down and killed by the Ming army. His son Bai Chengchong, adopted son Bai Hongda, and others were all captured.
However, what truly terrified Wu Qi was a coffin floating above the pool of water. The black water pool was completely calm, like an ancient, rippless well. The style of that coffin was extremely ordinary, one could even say crude, except for the somewhat strange patterns carved into the pale cyan wood of which it was made.
It wasn't that Qi Lang was standing on his dignity, but rather that reason simply didn't work that way. Given his current status, Xia Yin's maternal family truly lacked the qualifications for him to personally invite them. Besides, a son-in-law was a pampered guest; arriving at the wife's family home made him a guest of honor, especially considering that Xia Yin had married upward.
After finishing their meal, Ding Ying pulled Song Yi aside to discuss some private matters, while Song Yi told the inspection team's masters and Shen Yingxue to rest and refresh themselves for a while.
"Hey, do you think those people from the Gu Cult use dark sorcery or machetes?" I asked Wei Chixue, who was sitting on my bed.