Chapter 32: Confessing Everything to Jian Tang

Jian Tang’s eyelashes fluttered slightly. "Little Uncle, are you... are you talking about... me?"

The crowd was stunned the moment they stepped into this peach blossom garden. Outside, it was the season of withered flowers, let alone these third-month peach blossoms. The rumors that the Queen was a demon took deeper root in people's hearts; if she were not a demon, how could she make these peach blossoms bloom all year round, never fading and never bearing fruit?

The Empress Dowager of Nanliang, at her wit's end, consulted a shaman physician. The shaman gave her a prescription, promising that if followed, the young master of Nanliang would surely restore his vital energy and regain his former brilliance.

That aside, the team’s point guard and shooting guard were being held back by Sun Qian and Yuan Zi, respectively, making it difficult for them to come over to receive the ball. Even though these two fellows were sturdy, they struggled to push forward to catch the pass under the intense pressure of their opponents.

The skin on that patch felt perfectly normal—warm, soft, and nothing out of the ordinary.

Moreover, as the head coach of the Peach Garden team, Wang Dao preferred to have his players teach the opposing team a lesson on the court rather than "lowering his status" to argue with these fans.

She knew those two wretched girls, Manjing and Xiangpu, would definitely badmouth her in front of her son. However, seeing the expression on Luo Jianye’s face, she realized her son had not entirely believed them.

As Ayumi finished speaking, Conan suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. Turning his head, he saw Genta and Mitsuhiko glaring at him with murderous intent. He let out a startled "Huh?" and hurriedly pulled his arm away from Ayumi.

"Well? Can we stop now?" Wang Dao walked up to Zhang Fei, who looked somewhat dazed, and said with a hint of irritation.

As Kimie Shimabukuro and the others chatted, they walked out of the reception room together. Conan and Heiji Hattori curled their lips, each picking up a register from previous years to look through.

The beautiful foster mother’s brows twitched repeatedly; she sensed that Zhou Qing had moved beyond her territory and she could no longer feel his presence.

"This..." Many people’s faces changed drastically. They had not expected there to be people in the sky, and judging by the tone of the Supreme Being of the Long River, these individuals were at least masters of the same level, or if not, very close to it.

Leng Jun felt that Zhao Hao spoke with great flair and suspected he might be someone significant. Fearing that Zhao Hao was a big shot, he naturally wanted to sound out his background before deciding whether or not to give him a beating.

"Ying... Yingying!" To Song Yun’s shock, the person who appeared before her was Xu Ying! Xu Ying was Mao Shan’s cousin; Song Yun had met her while hanging out with Mao Shan in Sunan. Because of her interesting personality, Song Yun had become particularly close to her.

"I came from my room, went to find my great-uncle, and then I was brought here by you!" Zhao Tiezhu said weakly.

The nine-foot-tall man from Shandong burst like a popped balloon, dissolving into the drifting rain.

Seeing that the time for the ceremony was approaching, Wu Tian waved his hand, arranging a pile of materials around the altar. Once everything required to forge the Holy Dynasty was prepared, he and the others waited for the auspicious hour to arrive.

"This move alone... is not enough to completely dismantle their scattered morale..." Wang Zhonghua said calmly.

Liu Ruoran was shocked. Although the person before her was disguised, she recognized him at first glance.

Shen Qingqi gazed into Rong Jin’s eyes, recalling his tenderness toward her over the past few days. Even when she had bitten his wrist until it bled yesterday, he had not held it against her. A guess began to form in her heart: could this dog of a man actually have fallen for her?