Volume 1, Chapter 38: Attending the Plum Blossom Banquet

Xiao Xingyu’s eyes sharpened, though he remained unprovoked. He raised an eyebrow and asked, "Are you not afraid that I might resort to interrogation?"

Song Qinghuan showed no trace of fear. She lifted her head and met his gaze directly. "Your Highness, please feel free to do so. However, if I die, there will be no one left to resolve the doubts weighing on your mind."

Hearing this, Xiao Xingyu’s expression shifted slightly; he understood perfectly what she meant.

The pheasant looked listless, its neck drawn in, as if this were an omen of misfortune.

Ya Quan looked down at his left arm, surprised to find Selina clinging to him with such fervor.

After they had eaten their fill, the two tidied away the remains of the pheasant, stacking them in a corner. Hand in hand, they stepped outside the cave to find that twilight had already descended.

Bai Xiao stared wide-eyed at the narrow gaze beneath the helmet, her vision blurring until the two eyes seemed to merge into one. Her heart hammered against her ribs, and she braced herself, thinking he was about to kiss her.

"Thank you, Battalion Commander Su. We won't stand on ceremony, then—we'll bask in the joy of you and Teacher Shen." The staff member did not decline, accepting the gift with a smile.

"That’s right, Mom. Since you realize you went too far, you should change," Yan Jianxiu added.

Once she stepped out, Yan Qiuming did not discuss the matter with Wang Daniu in the living room, but called her into the adjoining house instead.

"All right." Given the unusual circumstances and the urgency in Feng Yi’s voice, Luo Yangyang nodded in instinctive agreement.

Ruixue watched the Sixth Young Master’s retreating figure. What exactly was he planning? Could slandering the Third Young Master truly be to his advantage? He simply could not fathom the man.

With these ingredients, plus the main dishes Guixiang had prepared, the table would certainly be overflowing.

He had been about to suggest they take cover, but upon seeing Shen Hao’s consistently calm expression, he suddenly recalled the true capabilities of his master, Mr. Shen.

Yet, when it truly happened before her eyes, Cheng Xiao felt as though her heart were being torn apart.

Even though Shen Miaomiao had become popular through the variety show, most people knew her agency was exploitative and that she currently lacked any real leverage.

The two returned to the banana tree they had visited earlier, cut a few banana hearts, and on the way back, they were lucky enough to stumble upon a rabbit. Now, they had the makings of a roast.

Time was far more precious than gold or silver. As long as he had time, he could infinitely improve his strength, and with strength, couldn't money be earned at will?

However, when it came time to board the car, his assistant, unable to withstand the pressure radiating from Lu Yiming, voluntarily took a seat in the back.

The moment she appeared, with her dazzling gown, beautiful features, and ethereal temperament, the entire scene fell silent.

Two wailing cries echoed through the space. Under the flickering firelight, two elderly figures, draped in mourning attire, knelt in the snow, weeping bitterly before a wooden memorial tablet.

Whenever Ye Li was angry, she liked to vent by kicking the edge of the table, especially when she was being reprimanded, wearing a look of stifled fury.

Once the light cage appeared, Huihui was instantly struck by a pressure as heavy as a mountain. Caught off guard, she lost control of her body and dropped to one knee.

Jiang Feng’s hand gripped the barrel of the gun, the tremors vibrating through his skin and into his body. A sudden realization stirred within him.

The demon army that had surrounded Huaxia Jiu, still staring in disbelief at the sky and Jinxia Mountain, was caught completely off guard.

To her surprise, Yun Zhijing, who had always wanted to expel her from her body, remained quietly huddled in a corner, ignoring all of Ziqing’s inquiries.

In that instant, a bloody gleam flashed in Zheng Feng’s wolf-like eyes. A hundred-foot-wide crimson light shield materialized, blocking the path just as the shockwave surged toward him. A heaven-shaking roar erupted, deafening in its intensity.

Xiao Bing’s face turned ashen, his eyes cold and piercing. "Fang Xin, it is I who have ruined you." Only after they had left did Xiao Bing whisper the words, his voice barely audible, his fingernails digging into his flesh until blood began to seep out.