Volume 1, Chapter 58: Daddy, Let's Go Home to Mommy

"Is this the Miss Jiang who is betrothed to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?"
"Indeed, it is."
"They certainly make a well-matched pair with the Crown Prince."
Shen Huai'an downed his cup of wine in a single gulp, his gaze falling upon Jiang Zhinian as she stepped into the front hall. Fair is fair, Jiang Zhinian had truly cultivated herself impeccably; her stature, figure, countenance, and complexion were all of the highest order.

The two men immediately knitted their brows, though they remained silent, casting their glances toward Liu Yifei, evidently wishing to gauge his stance first.

Han Xian'er paused for a moment, then smiled faintly and said, "No problem, what could possibly..." As she spoke, she began unzipping her backpack, but suddenly let out a shrill scream, stumbling back several steps to sit hard on the ground.

Ling Xiao did not dwell on the thought. He lowered himself, placing his fingers against Huang Ling's philtrum. True to his suspicion, he could not sense the slightest breath of life from Huang Ling. Moreover, the chilling sensation Ling Xiao had perceived moments earlier might not have been an illusion at all.

Rings of faint white halo radiated outward from the surface of his body like divine light; space began to warp, and time grew sluggish, eventually coming to a complete standstill.

Though the First Prince Meng Kong and the Third Prince Meng Xing harbored deep reluctance in their hearts, they dared not incur the wrath of the Prince of Yan. After all, the Prince of Yan held command over the Imperial Guard Corps, a truly elite military force consisting of four heavily equipped heavy infantry divisions and two dedicated heavy cavalry regiments directly subordinate to the corps.

By the time Meng衍 galloped in pursuit to the eastern city garrison, Zhao Qinghan had already returned to the governor-general's mansion. When Meng衍 pursued her there with relentless persistence, Zhao Qinghan had already departed for the northern city garrison. By this point, Meng衍 fully grasped Zhao Qinghan's intent: she was intentionally evading him and had no desire whatsoever to meet with him.

Zheng Changyun was also a veteran official, and his connections within official circles were naturally extensive. If he truly wished to make things difficult for Ye Wushuang, it would be exceedingly difficult for Ye Wushuang to maintain a foothold in the capital.

Hearing this, my resolve wavered somewhat. Indeed, if such a vast number of garrison troops could be so easily crushed, I truly could not harbor any further confidence.

While pandemonium reigned inside the Jade Fox King's royal tent, the eight hundred elite mounted eagles led by Ying Fei cut through the center of Moon Island like a sharp dagger, charging directly toward the Jade Fox King's tent. Ying Fei's objective was crystal clear: to capture the ringleader by capturing their chief. Once the Jade Fox King was seized, the entire Jade Fox tribe would prostrate themselves at his feet.

Steam rose from the waist-high wooden bathing tub, casting a hazy mist over the modest guest chamber.

After driving the car onto the campus and waiting for Jiang Xinying and Li Kexin to enter their classrooms, Lin Chen directly made a phone call to request leave from the easygoing Principal Fang, before setting off.

In a sense, Han You could almost be regarded as the primary catalyst who pushed Madman down the path of retirement.

Knowing what he meant by "sparring," Gao Zhenjun and the others wore expressions of speechlessness that only grew heavier.

The walls and bed inside the room were completely covered in blood. Shen Yu knelt half-upright on the floor, her left hand clutching her abdomen. Her stomach and hands were drenched in blood, while her right hand supported her weight on the ground. Her pajamas, which had originally looked cute and somewhat childlike, were now stained a horrific, bloody crimson.

Although everyone tacitly assumed different roles from their respective esports teams in this casual match, the three of them mutually agreed to cede the two bottom-lane positions.

This was a normal match, and its near-sweep statistics could almost allow one to envision the opponent being dominated and consumed by fear. Yet the most striking feature was not the ferocious kill count, but rather the account's ID.

Gradually, he began to sense something amiss. Logic dictated that maintaining a purely defensive posture would inevitably lead to occasional oversights in even the tightest security.

Watching the beloved beauty of his yearning dreams about to bare her pristine body before his eyes, his heart raced and his blood surged. He had constantly "encountered" her in his dreams, and now that his wish was finally being fulfilled, this was a moment he had longed for, far, far too long.