Volume 1, Chapter 148: The Princess Overestimates Herself!

The northern wind fluttered and whirled.

Along the official post road, a procession of riders and carriages advanced.

At the vanguard was none other than Jishe, the current Left Wise King of the Xiongnu, who was traveling as an envoy heading south to the State of Liang.

Although so much had been said, all of it transpired within the span of just a few breaths. The cold sensation she had anticipated in the waiting moments never arrived. Yue'e opened her eyes out of curiosity, only to see a golden arrow piercing straight into Chang'e's abdomen. Chang'e turned her head back with great difficulty to catch a glimpse of the arrow shadow hurtling rapidly from the edge of the sky.

Amidst anxious waiting, as the clock hand pointed to the digit three, Alice finally returned. Acting as though she did not see the others at all, Alice turned and walked upstairs.

In stark contrast, the brothel proprietress and Zhao Yuyan both wore three dark lines across their foreheads. Could a person like this actually compose songs? Were they just trying to pull off a scam?

Qudan had already perceived that the dagger was no ordinary item. After it was pulled from the Second Elder's shoulder, not a single drop of blood adhered to the blade. Hearing now that there were items of no lesser value than this dagger, his curiosity was instantly piqued. Watching the Second Elder's movements, he did not reach out to stop him.

People who did such things were as numerous as the hairs on a cow within the world's number one criminal syndicate; surely he couldn't be so unlucky.

"They have made practically no moves. Although the drug trade is already on the decline and can no longer remain the primary source of profit for the Green Youth Gang, they are still quietly staying put in their territory on East Street and have not stirred up any further trouble," said Chen Yifan.

When Sandanfu saw that Qudan had vanished, he was startled and suspicious for a moment, but then shifted his spatial laws and headed straight for the battlefield of the main forces.

"It seems we cannot escape our doom today." Jin Jiutian let out a long sigh of relief. Having understood the terrifying nature of his opponent, he seemed to have abandoned the thought of fighting for survival, and this realization undoubtedly made him feel much more at ease.

Tianjizi extended his right hand as a flash of silver light flickered, creating an object out of pure energy from thin air. In a mere split second, it formed a gold-stamped invitation card. Because the characters had been inscribed using divine willpower, they were bold, sweeping, and quite imposing. Tianjizi handed the wedding invitation to Taibai Jinxing, who then presented it formally.

Neither of the two people on the right-hand sofa spoke; instead, their brows were slightly furrowed, as if they were deep in contemplation about something.

She had originally intended to ask this exact question, but her train of thought had been interrupted by Leng Dianchen's words. Now that she had finally remembered it, An Ruoran naturally pressed her advantage to pursue the matter.

Pondering Uncle Xiang's logic, Feng Yu felt that it actually sounded quite reasonable. Therefore, he nodded blankly and turned to walk out.

Thus, ever since she escaped, she seemed to have taken a very detached view of things, adopting an indifferent attitude toward almost everything.

It was a very tall figure, sitting by the bedside with his hands clasped and pressed against his forehead, as if he had already fallen asleep, leaving only a mass of thick, dark hair and a broad, high forehead in her view.

When looking at anyone else, the expression on Mo Jingyuan's face was always faint, one could even say cold. His bottomless, profound black eyes carried not a trace of emotion, and his jaw was tightly clenched, making his facial contours appear even more stern and rigid.

You... really ought to thank your lucky stars that he wasn't carrying anything bizarre, like a localized detonation device or the like.

An Ruoran shrugged her shoulders. She had never seen her eldest brother look like this before—could it be that he, too, had fallen in love at first sight?

He knew that Wu'er had feelings for him, and he knew that in this lifetime, and throughout all lifetimes to come, he and she were destined to be inextricably intertwined. Yet he had never known that his Wu'er held such deep affections for him as well.

"However... there should still be one way. A way to keep Xue from marrying you," Lan Xiluo said after a moment of hesitation.