Volume 1, Chapter 59: Madam Chen Learns of the Mistress

He expected Zhu Yan to follow up by asking who the elder was, but unexpectedly, Zhu Yan did not utter a single word, only lowering her eyelids to gaze at the tips of her shoes.

Although her tone still retained a trace of defiant stubbornness, those two simple words already marked her defeat.

Sighing, he recalled the Taotie back into the spatial dimension, and when he raised his eyes again, he saw Shen Nancheng walking toward him.

From afar, A-Miao came running out to meet them, crying "Abba, Abba," and flung herself into A-Ji's arms, weeping bitterly.

However, Liu Liyu knew that no matter how much they delayed, when the final moment came for Jiang Huai'an to hand over the completed project, the person intending to meddle would absolutely not let the matter rest.

Good, very good, there was no movement whatsoever from the direction of the sofa. After waiting for a moment, Qiao Xiduo continued to walk unhurriedly toward the doorway, maintaining an air of effortless calm.

With those words, Gu Nian wielded the Qingshu Fan to evade the sword qi, which was clearly growing somewhat sluggish. The Qingshu Fan brushed against Erjiao's azure sword, generating a burst of intense sparks, before striking fiercely at the wrist with which Erjiao grasped her sword.

"I, I want to speak with Prince Shen." The young man's legs were trembling, but he still gritted his teeth and stared fixedly at Shen Nancheng before him.

Upon entering the town, they found the streets desolate and quiet, with very few vehicles and pedestrians, save for police cars and military trucks howling past.

*BOOM!* The violent collision once again whipped up a fierce gale. The high-voltage electric current and the dark protective barrier ground against each other incessantly. Ling Xiao truly admired the defensive power of Dark Lugia.

"You understand witchcraft?" Mordo asked excitedly, gripping Lan Ruoxin's arm without even noticing that his blood-stained hand had soiled her clean clothes.

At this moment, the only one who could comprehend Ling Xiao's sulking mood was Lugia, who had just emerged from the Lightning Island with the Lightning Treasure. As a superseraph beast, communication or even a face-to-face meeting was sometimes unnecessary; one could deduce his state purely from the shifts in his power.

If one cannot even distinguish between Yin and Yang, how could one possibly know how to channel this positive soul energy?

Being unable to afford the ability for spatial-temporal travel, Ling Xiao could only wait for an opportunity to encounter Dialga and Palkia. Yet, after ten years of waiting, he had not seen so much as a single appearance from them.

Guards for Emperor Lazzar and Necros were not positions one could secure easily; they trusted only their sworn confidants and would never choose ordinary soldiers outside of that inner circle.

Jiang Qi's voice echoed faintly, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, as if he were merely talking to himself in mid-air.

He smiled playfully, then made a gripping motion with an empty fist. Without any other visible movement, Mo Yuling was instantly pulled into his hand and tossed directly onto the shoulder of that lecherous man, while cold words rang out once more.

The monster train grew quiet, and even as a sword pierced through its body, it no longer made any reaction.

Among them, the Ninth Prince and the Fourteenth Prince missed the Fourth Sister-in-law the most. Had it not been for Yin Mo's stern and chilly expression, they would have already sneaked off to the Beile Mansion to visit Shuyao.

"Such is destiny. Could it be that you are the inheritor of destiny?" Another voice emanating from the imperial bones asked Tang Xin with a deep sense of shock.

Upon entering the restaurant and seating themselves in a rather secluded corner with Fu Cong, Chu Xiewei did not hurriedly remove her mask. Instead, she waited until they had finished ordering and all the dishes were served before finally taking it off.

"What did you say? Miss Wan actually used her own happiness to trade for my life?" Shen Jiannan was extremely astonished.

"Just now my mom said it's too much trouble, with so many people around, we can't just eat dumplings, right? Alright, everyone get ready to go, lunch is on me today," Lin Kang said generously.

"The Princess Consort is a true master of tea, but this concubine knows very little about it and fears she might ruin the Princess Consort's fine brew," Lady Liu said with a modest smile. Yet as she followed the Prince Consort's Consort inside, her gaze suddenly fell upon an exotic potted flower placed on a side table nearby, whose leaves and stems were both startlingly, vividly red.

Shen Yanxiao nimbly steadied her figure and landed on the ground. Faint greenish traces had already appeared on her originally fair fingertips, sending constant waves of stinging pain.

The manager did not recognize Ouyang Nan. As long as these people took this fellow away, it would have nothing to do with him anyway. Better to avoid extra trouble and just settle the bill.

Upon returning to the military camp, Yu Qian was greeted by joyous officers and soldiers, all of whom reported that Esen had brought the captive Emperor Yingzong to the front lines to provoke them. The garrison commanders were eager for battle, rolling up their sleeves and unable to contain themselves any longer.

After soaring into the sky, Tang Xin could not help but admire Luo Shaoze once again; his flying speed could truly be called divine.

"Could it be that someone in Hong Kong is trying to emulate Zhang Ziqiang?" Fang Buhui was momentarily stunned. Although Zhang Ziqiang did not exist in this world, that individual had, after all, emerged from Hong Kong.

Though incomparable to those long-established major enterprises, it was already countless times better than companies that were just beginning to turn a profit or struggling with mediocre market performance.

The six surrounding phantom images completely dissolved, and the pressure exerted on Tianming by the formation vanished as well.

Garcia was the pillar of the government army. Currently, they were still using the excuse that the president had suffered a shock and needed to recuperate, making him unsuited for public appearances, to brush people off. However, many refused to believe this explanation, and those Western reporters were stirring up trouble everywhere, fearing the world wouldn't descend into chaos.

The Dawu Dynasty was founded on martial prowess. To popularize martial arts and recruit talent for the empire, the dynasty established martial academies across various commanderies and cities, managing and screening talent level by level.

After standing up, Qin Xiaoxuan tore off her uniform, and the tattered garment fell to the floor.

Before the battle started just now, didn't Zhao Nan and Zhang Hui act all high and mighty? Weren't they waiting to watch the joke of him and Mo Wufeng?

Then what on earth could be the reason that caused the Hundred Schools of Thought, whose members had always been outwardly harmonious yet inwardly at odds, to join forces with Su'er and weave such a monstrous lie against him?

"Damn it, I haven't even said what the matter is yet; do you have to refuse so bluntly?" Master Zhang said indignantly.

Despite continuously relying on loans, Huang San, seeing this for the very first time, still couldn't help dropping his jaw as he watched a beam of radiant, cloud-wreathed multicolored light shoot forth from the white eye, spreading outward in a slightly fan-like shape.

To ensure that the Savior, who had forgotten to bring his Invisibility Cloak, could smoothly complete his first kill, certain people's divine assists... were truly as meticulous as interlocking rings and as understated as a seamless garment.

Therefore, even though Jia Cong thought it inappropriate for someone as young as Jia Lan to be subjected to such a "wolf-style education"—as this was very likely the root cause of his tragic future where "with head held high he wears official insignia, with a brilliant gold seal gleaming on his chest, enjoying lofty titles and high emoluments in majestic grandeur, only to walk the gloomy, desolate road to the netherworld"—

Draco's face turned as dark as night—yet in the pitch-black surroundings, no one could possibly notice.

That robed figure had held so many mortals in Qingzhou as hostages, yet had boldly chosen to leave Qingzhou behind.