Volume One, Chapter 44: Did Someone Poison the Empress?

Indeed, he intended to humiliate her deliberately.
“Is teasing me like this really so amusing?”
He answered with a teasing tone, “It’s quite delightful. What’s the matter? Don’t you like it?”
“I never expected you to be so frivolous and lewd.”
He relaxed his posture and bit her earlobe lightly.
“That insult sounds so lovely. Say more.”
Ruan Liuzheng frowned. “What exactly do you want to do?”
“Heh, are you referring to this?” Haotian stretched out his hand, and suddenly a pair of bells appeared in his palm—these were the Crying Bell that Liuli had kept hidden and the Laughing Bell she had given him earlier.
In the image, Qin Xiao’s eyes sparkled like stars, her cheeks flushed with a rosy hue. Her gaze carried an unspoken bond; her delicate figure was graceful and ethereal, even more refined than in person, untouched by worldly dust.
He said nothing, raised the cup of heartwine, and drank more than half in one gulp before placing it in front of her, his intention unmistakable.
This song truly carried so many precious memories for them. At this moment, all of Ming Potian’s thoughts must be connected to her and to this song, right? Mo Xin sang on, the smile at the corner of his mouth growing deeper.
“Nian Nian, thank you,” Gu Xiangbei said sincerely, feeling a pang of guilt for the trouble he had caused his sister upon returning to their homeland.
“Then why couldn’t you find them later?” Because Chen Yaya said she had tried to reach them twice without success, it was clear they hadn’t made contact with Gao Nanping.
On the fourth day, the winds calmed over the East China Sea, and the waves subsided. Li Bao gathered the scattered ships and continued onward. Li Bao led the fleet northward to the coast of Shandong, where they encountered the Alice fleet near Chenbao Island.
Director Xu’s face fell briefly, but their audacity was unshakable. Holding Xu Ran close, they pressed forward.
“You bastard.” Su Qingyi’s anger was feigned from the start, but now that Taibai had made such a domineering declaration, her heart felt as sweet as if smeared with honey.
Without illumination, many could no longer distinguish friend from foe. They killed on sight, turning the battlefield into a roaring hellscape, a land of carnage and despair.
After they sat down, Fan Jiachang began recounting the visit from Dantai Mingyue that day. However, to save face, Fan Jiachang omitted the truth of the situation. This, in turn, cost him a valuable opportunity for assistance in analysis.
“We were eating,” a few employees said, pointing to a bowl of ramen on the table, forcing a stiff smile to politely decline Song Xun’s kindness.
Lin Yichen remained stubbornly resolute, clutching the Xuanyuan Divine Sword tightly, refusing to give up. The elder watching this scene felt a newfound respect for him; even he doubted he’d possessed such determination in his youth.
“Does Cat Jiujiu’s soul, like Fox Qiqi’s, also return?” I pressed on without letting up.
I laid him gently on the soft couch and pulled open his shirt, discovering the wound on his chest had turned black and crusted over. The scabs intertwined like strands of black silk. At the same time, his lips had also turned black.
Mo Lianhai kept silent. If a strict investigation were launched, even he would be subject to secret interrogation. Better to avoid unnecessary trouble, especially since Huo Zasi held a lofty position—Mo Lianhai dared not contradict him.
Amidst the chaotic battle, another force of the Great Zhou Empire charged out—a cavalry of dragon horses. They thundered down from a mountain fifteen miles away, five thousand heavily armored riders breaking through the melee with unstoppable force. Shangguan Jinghong, unable to grasp the situation, decisively ordered a gradual retreat.
In the boundless cosmos, in the Void Realm, the Nameless Master witnessed his disciple, the Daoist Yijue, gradually falling into the icy tribulation of emotions, helpless to intervene, his heart stirred with sorrow.
Dantai Mingyue paused in surprise. No wonder Helian Chaha had insisted on the ritual of kneeling earlier—it wasn’t merely because of martial cultivation, but also because the chieftain of the Helian tribe was present.