Volume 1, Chapter 30: The Whimsical Girl

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Early the next morning, Dali drove downstairs to personally pick up Anlisia and take her to the Yitian Group.

Ye Qingcheng opened her eyes and stared blankly for quite some time at the handsome face so close to hers. Only then did the corners of her lips slowly curve into a faint smile, while the delight in her eyes and brows grew more pronounced.

He had already told her everything in his heart. He ought to remain rational now and explain his final wishes to her.

Tonight was truly unusual. She felt so fragile that even the slightest blow might shatter her. She felt she had reached the limits of what she could endure, and suddenly turned her head away.

Unlike the coolness of the early morning outside, the carriage was as warm as spring, thanks to the brazier within. Its interior was twice the size of an ordinary carriage and lavishly appointed. The moment one entered, the rich fragrance of orchids and musk filled the air.

“But En’en, you’re supposed to go try on wedding dresses with Yifan today.” Madam Gu looked somewhat awkwardly toward Lu Yifan.

Still, this was indeed Nan Gong Jin’s style. Whenever Mo Zihan was involved, he became extremely nervous. Even if it meant wronging himself and doing something he disliked, he was willing to please her for an entire night.

With an otherworldly bearing, white hair covering his head, and dressed like a peasant laborer, could that outfit actually have been made by Wang Aoshi?

Sheng Shi had not spoken once. Sitting inside the car, he listened to her words with utmost seriousness and concentration.

Jin Yang did not enter the apartment. He merely left the things by the entrance, then turned around and stepped back into the elevator, riding it all the way downstairs.

“Martial Aunt, even the view of the sea becomes boring after watching it for too long. The mountains and rivers on land are far more interesting.” Wu Xuanhua spoke with some feeling.

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Leng Shuangyi’s face had already turned the color of pig’s liver. Beads of sweat as large as beans dropped one by one onto the raised earthen platform, and his clothes had long since been soaked through.

When he turned his head again, he saw Ji Hongzhuo panting heavily, and could clearly sense that the man had breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiao Yanyi stood nearby, grinning foolishly. He was an orphan, and the academy had been his home for many years. There were hardly any young people there, so he rarely encountered scenes like this and was quite unused to them.

“Brother Jiao, do you have anything to attend to after returning to the academy? Why not come home with me? We can eat our fill of meat and drink our fill of wine.” Seeing Jiao Yanyi’s embarrassment, Wu Xuanhua spoke up to ease the situation for him.

This was not permitted. If they could accomplish such a thing, the Sky Demon Realm would not be in its current state.

However, when he drew close to Guan Yang, the powerful current of spiritual energy actually blocked his steps.

Yet in the hands of a skilled physician, even a corpse could be cut into slices of nearly uniform thickness.

Before long, a warm fragrance filled the entire room. Following the scent came a stunning beauty of incomparable grace. Every movement she made was filled with charm, yet no one could bring themselves to harbor any blasphemous thoughts toward her—simply because she was a Golden Core adept.

After continuing to circulate his energy and stabilize his cultivation, Chen Chuman finally began to examine her surroundings carefully. She had already made up her mind: no matter how important that object was to Nan Bowan, she would no longer concern herself with it. The most important thing now was figuring out how to get out.

Seeing this, Xiao Yan’s face flashed with embarrassment. He could only say sheepishly, “I have no idea what that girl Weier did to anger the Crown Prince. Ah!” At the end, he let out a deep sigh.

They had merely been there to watch the spectacle. They had never intended to intervene or do anything at all.

To them, admiration was the only word they could think of. All they could feel was that he was truly formidable—formidable to an extraordinary degree.

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Nan Minghui did not care about Yun Yiqing’s reaction, nor had he expected his actions to alter her attitude. At that moment, he was already completely immersed in his own feelings.

Everyone among the Six Caves of Dongting Lake knew that the Qingtan Cave dwelling was as dangerous as a dragon’s pool or a tiger’s den. Ordinarily, even those whose cultivation surpassed that of the cave master would not dare enter. Yet now, that very cave master was dead.

Where she stood, Consort Li looked at Jiang Xinyu, who had risen and resumed instructing the servants, and revealed an extremely disdainful smile.

Ever since Zhao Kuo and the hundred soldiers of Zhao defeated Kuang Liang in a drinking contest at Mount Yingqiu, they had smoothly moved into the hostage prince’s residence. This greatly strengthened the defenses there, allowing Lord Chang’an to let the occult practitioners and craftsmen conduct experiments across the spacious grounds without worrying about outsiders slipping in to spy on them.

Xiao Xiwei turned her head and cast her eyes toward the several stems of orchid standing in a white porcelain vase decorated with blue phoenix-tail patterns on the high table by the window.

“Get lost, Zhuo Tianxue! Who do you think you are? Don’t think I don’t know what you put in that pastry. You want me to eat it? Dream on!” Zhuo Tianfeng glared viciously at Jiang Xinyu. It seemed that if she were given the chance, she would surely beat Jiang Xinyu to the ground.

“Are you blaming me?” the man asked mildly. Yet he was also somewhat vexed inwardly. His state of mind had indeed grown rather irritable lately, and his murderous nature seemed to have intensified again.

In truth, Qiao Wanli could be considered a clever man. He knew when to stop, and he also understood that this was not the time to become further entangled with us. He might not let us off easily. Today’s temporary compromise would one day be repaid when he finally held his head high again.

“What? That’s wonderful! The Great God Hachiman must be watching over us.” Aside from Yoshiki Nagamasa, who had already known about this, all the other vassals looked overjoyed.

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