23 Third Brother

"Youruo, once we return to the Imperial Capital, I will immediately disband the harem. Let us choose an auspicious day then; will you marry me as my wife?" Nangong Yi pressed his forehead against Bai Youruo's, asking in a soft, tender voice.

Although she knew it must be someone she recognized, the person remained silent and kept their face hidden—how could she possibly identify them?

Throughout history, every dynasty has had official historians to record major events, and the happenings within the palace were no exception. If there truly were a hidden meaning behind the palace bells, could one find clues within the palace records?

He Youcai was delighted by her heartiness, praising her for having a healthy appetite; wouldn't that make his son sturdy, too?

As a demon with keen hearing and decent cultivation, Mu Wanne naturally perceived it all.

"Xin'er!" Bei Minghan pushed aside the bedside table that had crashed into him and rose swiftly, lunging over to shield her from the coffee table that was hurling toward her.

As for Baili Xia, she truly could not fathom it; after all, she was entirely unaware of the traditions or habits of the Bei family.

Shi Xiaoxiao finally stopped hiding her emotions at this moment, for she knew exactly what it was she wanted to do most.

The old village chief shuddered. To them, it was a matter of paying for a life with a life, but in the eyes of the Prince Yun estate, what was a human life worth?

Li Wuchen frowned slightly at Li Hai's movements. Just as he was about to sigh, before he could act, a low shout from the arena caused everyone to freeze.

From the perspective of an outsider, such 'love' is truly indescribably foolish, is it not? Yet, why do the people involved in such love not feel that what they are doing is foolish? Moreover, no matter how much those around them try to persuade them, it is of no use. Perhaps love inherently involves a willingness to sacrifice oneself.

This time, Qingtou did not deceive everyone's expectations, for the scene before them confirmed that they had truly reached their destination.

As soon as the newcomer's voice faded, the sound of feet snapping twigs echoed. Li Hai's nerves tightened further, his eyes fixed intently on the forest ahead, eager to see who this mysterious figure might be.

Zhu Mengru stared calmly at her ex-husband, seemingly curious to see how he would respond.

With a tiger-like pounce, Yan Luo lunged toward Yan Wushuang—do not misunderstand, he simply landed right beside her.

Once the fifth map appeared, Ye abandoned the idea of being a mere tag-along. Although Jones might be the protagonist of the treasure map, Conan was the type of character who carried an aura in every scenario; with that kind of buff, it was hard to even die if one wanted to.

Kisaki Eri was stubborn to the end; despite being incredibly reluctant to let go, she insisted on feigning indifference.

"Whoa..." The majestic purple steed slowly drifted into the air, the thunderclouds above its hooves softer than they had ever been before.

He had originally intended to return to his original form to see her, but fearing she would scream, he crawled over to Mei Jiao and watched her, letting her speak to him so she wouldn't be startled.

The cold wind howled, yet it only caused the flame at his fingertips to flicker slightly; spiritual fire is not so easily extinguished by ordinary wind.

Lin Nuannuan felt a warmth in her heart, but she kept a stern face. Just as she was about to speak, her mouth was pried open by those rough hands. She was stunned, and before she could protest, he pressed firmly against her abdomen; it seemed he was trying to drain the water from her.

Besides, in the future, Ji Xinliang would be the wife of the CEO of the Xiao Group and the young mistress of the Xiao family, and Xiao Yan doted on her immensely.

The object beneath the blade was soft. After hacking dozens of times, large tufts of fluff flew out, and beneath the bedding, there was nothing but two shredded pillows.

He had not intended to say these things, but the joy in his heart was beyond his control, and he spoke without thinking.

Ruan Meng covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes curving into beautiful crescents, a glimmer of moisture seemingly swirling within them, which once again left the tiger staring blankly.

His suit was shredded, his white shirt stained with blood, and his handsome face was blackened by smoke and marked with blood at the corner of his mouth. He had stumbled and fallen all the way here.

Ji Xinliang felt that if she agreed to be sisters with Ji Wanxin too quickly, it would likely arouse her suspicion.

"After the eldest sister left, I chatted with Ji Xinliang about family matters," Ji Anqi said with a squinted smile.

Under the moonlight, the video was dazzling. Once the three-dimensional azure brilliance vanished, a life-sized holographic image appeared.

It was thanks to the guards who risked their lives to protect her that Mu Lingluo was able to retreat safely; otherwise, she would likely be a corpse today.

So, this must be the Qilin Pool. She had expected something strange, never imagining it would be a place for her to soak in a hot spring.

Seeing her respectful and courteous demeanor, Lian Li felt a sense of relief in his old heart, and a satisfied, smug smile involuntarily spread across his face.

The man who emerged from the circle of light was extremely handsome, with golden eyes that curved into a gentle, friendly smile.

Upon hearing this, the Princess of Qikang nodded hurriedly; she was truly worried about Su Luoqi and departed in haste.

Furthermore, such a festival was only meaningful if spent with one's beloved. Besides, the palace banquet was dull, and his Imperial Father might not welcome him, so why bother going? He had promised Mu Lingluo that they would watch the Mid-Autumn fireworks together.