Volume 1, Chapter 29: Silly girl, can't you see that your husband is thin-skinned?

Zhang Yiyi glared at me and stepped back obediently; otherwise, I would have exposed the secret behind her sword strike earlier. On the other side, Fengyun Linyan helplessly helped Fengyun Zhantian restore his health.

The Ninth Prince shot a fierce glare at the Tenth Prince, then said to Dong'e Miaoyi, "Miaoyi, this is my tenth brother." He then turned to the Tenth Prince and said, "This is your ninth sister-in-law." The Tenth Prince bowed, and the Tenth Princess curtsied; Dong'e Miaoyi stepped aside to avoid the gesture.

By the time Dong'e Miaoyi and the Ninth Prince returned home, it was already past nine in the evening. Neither had the heart for intimacy; they simply lay in bed, unable to sleep.

Having reached an agreement, they parted ways. Crown Prince Xuanyuan Qingtian took his men back to the palace, while the Ninth Prince, Xuanyuan Jing, accompanied Xuanyuan Che to the Prince Gong’s residence.

"Qianqian, where on earth have you been for these six years? Why haven't we heard a single word from you?" This was what Yang Ling wanted to ask most of all.

"Then what did you uncover? What is the truth? Could what I saw with my own eyes be false?" I asked Ye Linghan, filled with doubt.

The Tenth Prince frowned. The most important thing now was not the reason, but finding the Ninth Brother. Fortunately, they had generally found their direction; it seemed searching the nearby islands was the right move.

Su Qian did not know that the ancestral home had been bought back by Xiao Cheng. When Yang Ling mentioned it, he deliberately omitted Xiao Cheng’s name, concealing part of the truth.

Lying in bed, I felt very hungry, but I did not want to move at all. I struggled between getting up to eat something or just falling asleep. Before long, I drifted into a muddled slumber and, surprisingly, had no dreams throughout the night.

Xiang Nan hurriedly picked a set of clothes from the wardrobe, put them on, and followed Jing Mengxian to the prison.

Lin Xian did not overthink it. She reached out to take the takeout box, offered her thanks, and turned to close the door.

Chu Xiangsi cast a coquettish glance at Jun Wuji, then smiled and wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her face in his broad, sturdy chest.

Let the people see clearly that their sovereign is, in fact, nothing more than a dissolute ruler who covets beauty and is willing to abandon his country.

Although Mo Qing knew why Mo Yi was taking this action and felt it was not the best approach, there was no possibility of refuting what Mo Yi had decided. Therefore, Mo Qing never said much, simply obeying Mo Yi’s commands implicitly.

Others might not know, but the Hounds of the Demon Realm were perfectly clear about what this so-called protective device was and what its true purpose was.

Zheng Xiaoyue’s face turned pale with anger. It was indeed the Ji family’s doing; otherwise, who would dare to expel the dignified heir of the Ji family?

Furthermore, Hu Guomin firmly believed that this was not mere fantasy, but a highly practical idea, because standing beside him was an extraordinary person named Zhang Xiaoyu.

Lu Tangtang paid special attention to Zheng Xiaoyue. However, she only caught a glimpse of unusual emotion in Zheng Xiaoyue’s eyes the moment she entered the room. Afterward, Zheng Xiaoyue remained calm, composed, and graceful, behaving every bit like a refined young lady of a noble house.

"By the way, Xinliang, if your mother asks, just tell her you aren't going to apologize. I’m truly afraid of what your mother might say, and I want to avoid further complications," Ji Changan said with concern.

In the corridor, Tie Muyun and the others stood quietly outside a room. Taking a long breath, Tie Muyun felt uneasy; Long Yuling had been inside for a long time. It seemed her discussion with the vice president was not going well, as she had yet to emerge.

"Let’s go!" Yang Banxian was an impatient man. As soon as he covered the wastewater with dirt, he prepared to leave.

"Old master, why did you grant me such a fortune?" The young master finally could not hold back and asked the question that weighed most heavily on his mind.

The ten Thousand-Mechanism Battalion cultivators standing behind Dongfang Lingmu remained motionless, their masked faces revealing no expression. The wind continued to stir their red robes, creating a faint, flapping sound.

"It's fine, I’ll just eat a bit more." Han Lin’s brows were tightly knit. How could Lou Yanni fail to see that? Her heart felt warm.

As the five words fell, the black shadow behind him instantly transformed into a massive, hideous black face, like a demonic ghost. Then, the ghost opened its giant mouth, and a bottomless rift appeared.

Suddenly, a flash of intense, blinding light appeared. Long Xingyu squinted his eyes, bracing himself, for he knew something was about to happen.

Perhaps in a moment, brains would be splattered everywhere. Tina seemed to relish such scenes; she licked her dry lips, savoring the feast of death.

Next, the Great Master Jixuan walked to the other stone pillars one by one, drawing a mysterious talisman on each, causing all the pillars to light up.

"Sigh! Spiritual sense is my weakness; I only have this much left." Tang Chuan’s face was incredibly red, as if he had truly exhausted all his spiritual sense.

After another while, Wang Chen had a flash of inspiration and suddenly remembered the Red Lotus Karmic Fire. Previously, even something as powerful as a Dragon Soul could be easily destroyed by it. The Ghost Shadow was also a form of primordial spirit, making the fire its perfect nemesis. Indeed, as soon as the Red Lotus Karmic Fire emerged, it transformed into two fire dragons. With a single pounce and coil, the Ghost Shadow had no time to escape and vanished into smoke instantly.

Walking out of the room in a daze, Kong Zhuo looked up and saw Qingqing leaning against the wall, smiling at him.

"Young Master, Constable Gao has arrived and asks you to sit in the main hall for a while." Ever since Xiao Yuan had spent time in the main hall that morning, Lin Liang felt that the Young Master, who was usually as prickly as a thorn, had changed, though he could not pinpoint exactly how.

When he went downstairs, Old Master Lu was already sitting at the dining table, teaching the prince the correct way to use chopsticks.

"Master, Old Master Gu wishes to discuss some matters with you." Just as Siming was lost in thought, Ah Wu’s voice rang out from outside. He looked at the crescent moon hanging in the sky.

Yu San’s earring on his right ear was quite noticeable; it looked like a blue diamond, and the quality appeared to be quite good.

"Amazing!" Lin Xianyu could not help but gasp. She had spent a full fifteen years in the Qing Dynasty, yet in the modern world, it seemed as if only a fleeting moment had passed.

With one bite, it was soft, glutinous, and delicious—oily but not greasy. The juices bursting from the meat filled her entire mouth, lingering for a long time. After chewing it a few times and swallowing, a sweet aftertaste remained. It was truly a fine dish.

Their temperaments were so unique, and there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity. Cheng Zijun could not help but look several times. The more she looked, the more she felt something was off, and a guess began to surface in her mind that she herself found hard to believe.

That was the favorite designer bag she had bought when she was wealthy, which she hadn't sold even during these desperate times.

A sound of tearing flesh erupted from Jin Xingyun’s throat, and then a bloody hole appeared, with bright red blood flowing out frantically.