Volume One, Chapter 52: Embracing the Princess!
Qin Bao, sensing the ambiguous atmosphere, reached out his arms. “If Your Highness insists on rewarding me, then may I hold you for a moment?”
Wang Caiwei snorted inwardly. She had thought this fellow might attempt something bolder, but it turned out all he wanted was a simple embrace. How timid.
Jian Mofan found Yan Mumu’s questioning rather shallow. Surely she knew exactly how he felt about her—why ask such things? He truly had no desire to answer. Instead, he said, “Since this is a dream, let me have a kiss then,” and pressed his lips softly against hers.
But Liu Heng was not stumped by the problem. Following the example of Emperor Xiaohui, he once again divided the office of Chancellor into Left and Right. Liu Heng had originally intended for Chen Ping to assume the highest position as the Right Chancellor, but Chen Ping insisted that Zhou Bo's merits surpassed his own, and that Zhou Bo should be the Right Chancellor, leaving himself content as the Left Chancellor.
“We saw your Excellency first order Zhang Yingchang to withdraw his troops and call a truce, then open the great gates and receive us with courtesy. Such solemnity and sincerity gave us the courage to reveal ourselves.” Shen Yikui knelt and bowed his head.
The cafeteria at Laya International was spacious and luxurious, essentially operating as a buffet: you could simply walk over and take whatever you wanted.
At the Grandmaster Assembly, Long Aojue seized first place. Among the elder generation of martial artists, no master dared claim the title in his presence.
“Brother Tianru, I received the court bulletin at Shanhai Pass and knew the matter could not be salvaged. So I requested an audience to enter the capital and arrange my late father’s affairs, and that’s how I came to the capital. Heaven bears witness! Word from the palace is that His Majesty intends to treat the matter leniently.” Yang Sichang glanced toward the door.
Seeing Yan Mumu’s delighted expression, Jian Mofan realized he had misspoken just now. Still, it was fortunate he hadn’t gone so far as to jokingly say he’d buy the whole restaurant as an apology.
“The message you sent me before, asking me to play along in this charade—what was your true intention?” Xinhu could not hide her confusion.
“What’s your name?” Jian Mofan asked coldly, his tone carrying a hint of urgency.
“Heh.” Mu Han gazed calmly at the two, a faint smile upon his delicate features, his expression inscrutable.
Firstly, Shen Luo and Shen Fei were sworn brothers. Secondly, ever since he had met Shen Fei, that remarkable man had continued to perform miracles that left everyone astonished. Instinctively, he prayed that Shen Fei might once again escape the jaws of death, unlikely as it seemed.
At the command, everyone hurriedly ceased using fire and water spells, switching to other arts. Some even leapt forward, employing their sword techniques. Among them, Wang Xuzhi’s swordsmanship was the most formidable—he led the charge, his moves so tightly woven that the beast could not advance a single step.
Jin Zhan believed that Shengtian could not match him on the water, but he was mistaken—Shengtian’s abilities in the water were no less than his prowess on land. Their battle lasted more than forty rounds, and for Jin Zhan to defeat Shengtian was as hard as reaching the heavens.
There were elixirs, spirit herbs, and several mysterious magical artifacts piled high on the table, each one faintly emanating spiritual energy—clearly treasures of great value.
When the matters were settled, Chen Mufan dismissed the others to rest and then pulled Su Han into the room.
He shot a glance at the other men, who immediately surrounded the pair, shouting curses with unceasing fury.
“Haha, thank you for the warning. It seems I'd better strike first,” Yun Longjian’s eyes gleamed with a cold light.
No wonder—she had clearly cut ties with Xu Nuoyan before, and now she had suddenly returned to kill her. Xu Nuoyan was indeed clever, keeping close to Xi Fengmen while refusing to let Mo Qianqian go.