Chapter Thirty: Yanyan, Come Let Daddy Hold You

Seeing that Luo Shicheng held a military rank, Wu Xiangru immediately reined in her arrogance, her expression softening slightly.

"Luo Yan's mother, who exactly is your husband...?" A look of perfectly calculated bewilderment appeared on Wu Xiangru's face.

A woman who could not even clearly identify her own husband could hardly be a person of quality. Wu Xiangru was determined to make the imposing, heroic man before her see exactly what kind of woman the duplicitous Hua Li truly was.

Hua Li was left stunned and speechless, never imagining that a kindergarten principal—

A blurred shadow flickered as Lin Chen moved with the grace of a swallow; even while holding Dugu Xue, his agility remained unimpeded. Like a nimble monkey, he darted through the treetops.

"So, you have your sights set on the Qin family?" Xie Jian knew all too well what these secret guards were thinking. Even if they did not force Awan to return to the Liang Kingdom to avenge Xiao Ze, they would never be content to let her marry into an ordinary household as a mere mistress of the inner courtyard. The Qin family's greatest advantage was their military power.

Jin Feng’s expression darkened. The sword Starfall in his hand emitted a clear, crystalline chime, his eyes shimmering with silver brilliance. His entire body ignited with a silvery-white spiritual energy, coiled and ready to strike.

However, Ouyang Gan-dang knew very well that he was no match for Ximen Suiyue, so he had no choice but to endure. Fortunately, Ximen Suiyue had promised him satisfactory compensation once they were outside.

Many of the powerful figures on the Tianyuan Continent were like this; they only did what they deemed necessary. Naturally, this lent them a touch of spontaneity—which, in truth, was quite a fine quality, was it not?

"You know what happened, don't you?" Ruo Li turned, and seeing the grave expression on Qi Yu’s face, she had already guessed that something was amiss.

Yet, the Extinction Kill was far too bizarre and tyrannical; Chen Long could not think of any way to block it head-on, save for the methods of the Daoist sects.

While away from home, Chu Yunlian had to act like a virtuous concubine. Though she did not understand why, since Jin Feng had said so, she would comply.

She was dressed in a pristine robe of white feathers, her long hair swaying gently in the breeze. Her figure remained indistinct amidst a sea of crimson flowers, and the bright moonlight poured down, casting a faint, pale radiance upon her.

Jing Bei shook his head, pressing his lips into a thin line. He looked at the Heavenly Lord with a sense of helplessness; the sight of the generals being consumed by the inferno was still vivid in his mind. If not for the stubborn insistence of the Heavenly Lord and the Divine General Chang'an, perhaps today’s tragedy might not have occurred.

Could it be that this medicine was just too bitter? Hadn't they told the doctor to prepare the decoction to be as palatable as possible? Any bitter or astringent ingredients that could be swapped had been swapped. How could it still taste this bad?

Distressed, she randomly ordered a few dishes, which were delivered to her within minutes, all appearing to have been prepared with exquisite care.

Lin Xing wondered if Qiao Xin’s habit of clinging like a sloth was something she had been born with.

Liang Moju hurriedly gave a brief summary, repeating the words she had previously spoken to her family and the Emperor.

Terrified and trembling, the consort who had collapsed to the floor, seeing that the Xia woman was dead, finally dared to crawl toward the Emperor, clutching his hand and weeping incessantly.

"I said I want to see him!" Li Xinnian shouted in anger. Even with her mild temperament, she could no longer remain composed; she threw her pillow at him in a fit of rage.

A woman in her forties, wearing a black cotton-padded jacket, rushed in, calling out in a flustered panic.

As for the threshing machine, she had seen one a few times in her previous life and had studied it out of curiosity. Although the one she had built could not compare to those she had seen before, it was still quite effective.

Su Jingxi was not annoyed; receiving a compliment from him was extremely rare—except, of course, when they were in bed. She simply continued to serve his meal in silence. When she noticed he had eaten half a bowl of rice more than usual, she smiled secretly to herself; so, that was where the effect lay.

Yu Youcai entered the house and headed upstairs with practiced familiarity, walking straight into Shen Si-yuan's room. It was clear this was not his first visit.

You may despise these tactics, but you must first master them; otherwise, it is far too easy to be killed by your own methods.