Volume One, Chapter 58: Going to See Jiang Jinshu

The masked man spoke, interrupting Jiang Jinshu's train of thought.

"Miss Jiang, the Crown Prince is my dearest friend. I sincerely hope you can extend a helping hand and do everything in your power to cure him."

"The Cloud Mirror indicates that there seems to be a passage here, but it is blocked." She attributed the appearance of the map to the Cloud Mirror. As soon as these words left her mouth, Xiao Xiao glanced at her and offered a reassuring smile.

Oran knew that the private message to Malm could not be concealed. Since the letter could be delivered from the royal court to Malm's hands, it had long ceased to be a secret.

A letter was, after all, just a letter. When Consort Lin corresponded with the Empress Dowager Lin, she did not mention many critical details. The discussion regarding the Empress Dowager's return to the capital consisted of only a few brief sentences, without even mentioning a specific date.

Recalling the Seven-Finger Refining Technique she had just acquired, she thought she might as well give it a try. The system never provided useless things; that finger technique was most likely intended for this exact moment.

Without the combat power of a wizard, facing the deity Jos, he was utterly incapable of making any resistance, no matter what the other party did.

Seeing that Li Bai's mastery over the celestial spiritual Qi had reached such an exquisite level, the trace of arrogant rivalry that had initially arisen in the Poison Rakshasa's heart instantly subsided.

After a few days, Jia Zhangshi had also returned. Compared to when she left, she was finally a good deal quieter, though her sharp and尖刻 (harsh/biting) voice could still be heard.

Yu Shanshan nodded, and just as she was about to speak, her phone rang. The caller ID showed it was the class counselor.

The two swordsmen exchanged a few blows, and after gauging each other's strength, the knight knew he had won.

She felt that although she was ten years older than the lord, she had still become his premier mistress and managed the castle's servants, holding a higher status than the butler, Southampton.

Upon hearing this, the one of the two figures who had been keeping his eyes closed suddenly opened them.

"Second brother, don't mess around. This matter cannot be botched, or Brother Long's plan will be exposed," said Bear Big.

Before long, several hundred Jin soldiers in heavy armor escorted a few individuals over. When they were twenty or thirty zhang away from Emperor Huizong, the Jin soldiers halted their steps. Among the four men in the lead, one walked directly toward this side while the rest remained where they were. Shangguan Yun felt the man's figure was extremely familiar, but it was too dark to see clearly at night, so he failed to recognize the newcomer.

Ke Qingqing had originally intended to let Treading Snow carry the two of them away in a gallop, but she did not expect Nangong Po to use Ke Qingshen's life as a threat. Having lost both parents since childhood, she relied entirely on Ke Qingshen to bring her up. Anxious about Shangguan Yun's life and death, yet equally worried about Ke Qingshen's safety, she was caught in a dilemma, not knowing what to do.

Shangguan Yun was extremely astonished, never expecting that his mother and two senior martial uncles had such deep ties with the Heavenly Demon Sect.

"You don't say, the heroic expression Sister Nuo wore when she left was just like the way Brother Yan usually faces Grandpa." Jin Chen had not even finished his sentence before Cheng Yan rewarded him with several heavy raps on the head, making him wince in pain.

Meanwhile, through Long Jianfei's goggles, it was clearly visible that two sparks were gradually ejecting from the island behind.

Although the housing provided by the company came with certain restrictions—such as not being allowed to resign and jump ship, and having to maintain a constant work ethic—it was still a benefit.

With their lives hanging by a thread in someone else's hands, they had no control over their own fate for the moment and could only take things one step at a time.

As for the wild boar in front of him, without any self-awareness regarding its own image, its protruding tusks had turned pitch black, yet it was still acting cute and naive—simply shameless.

Emperor Wang finally entered. Because it was summer, he wore a light and comfortable silk robe. Gently lifting the bed curtain, he saw Lan Xi lying on the bed, a flash of doubt and disappointment crossing his eyes.

This final piece of news instantly drove Shang扶苏 (Shang Fusu) into a rage. He slammed his hand onto the tea table beside him, stood up, and strode toward the door.