Volume 1, Chapter 41: The Evidence Came Knocking on the Door

"Humph, you're always such a rascal!"
The Dowager slightly raised her chin, though her eyes held no genuine annoyance, only a touch of playful reproach as she cast a gentle glance at Lady Mei.

"My father will agree to our marriage," Bai Xue'er said shyly, looking at Li Li, completely unfazed by his remark.

Those who had originally guarded the door, refusing to leave, mostly gave in to the pressure and returned to their seats when the countdown reached one minute.

"Aren't you Ye Zhenzhen's roommate?! Tell me, is Lu Cheng with Ye Zhenzhen?! Where are they?!" Ji Tianya seemed completely beyond caring about tearing down Lin Yike at this moment, blindly and repeatedly asking only this.

"No matter what, Bureau Chief Peng, I am truly grateful that you withstood the pressure and released me," Tang Shaoyan maintained his calm and continued. That man's surname was Feng; Tan Yu'er had told me as much last night.

"If one day my fate hangs in the balance, would you search for me just like Ye Fei did?" Luo Shaojun fixed his gaze intently upon her and asked.

Ye Fei's eyes were alluring like silk, her feline gaze dyed with a hint of enchantment, and that pale amber hue seemed capable of capturing his very soul.

She had attended the Old Dowager of Jingkang Marquis's birthday banquet yesterday. Although she was with child, she hadn't suffered a fright like the Princess.

"That makes me all the more curious to find out whose grandson the Lord Marquis is." A flash of light crossed her eyes. Who on earth could this grandson of the Marquis be? Was he someone she knew well? Did she have acquaintances among them?

Right at the very front was none other than Tang Shaoyan from the capital. He was dressed to the nines with a radiant smile plastered across his face, and right behind him, Zhao Ershi marched with bold and imposing strides.

"Mother must be thinking of Zhen'er, right?" Xiao Jingjing turned back to look at Nanny Zhao. Zhen'er had fallen asleep, and she was merely worried he might be woken up.

As soon as she stepped inside, Du Qingshuang hurriedly helped him untie his long robe, stood on tiptoe to remove his turban, and then bent down to take off his boots.

"Yanliu, escort this young lady out! And let us hope she never breaks into this place again so casually!" Long Xuanyou closed his eyes, acting as though he hadn't heard a word she said.

Only, she wouldn't be able to wear it anytime soon; garments of this sort were only suited for entering the palace to receive an official investiture. Wearing them to ordinary banquets would appear far too grand and extravagant.

A barrage of ice pellets filled the entire sky. With so many members from the Heavenly Dragon Hall, there was simply no way to dodge them. Instantly, over a dozen martial artists had their bodies pierced through by the ice pellets, and the blood that was just about to well up was instantly frozen solid by that frigid force.

Back at the estate, the Su family had already prepared a feast to entertain the wedding entourage and distribute red envelopes.

When the two forces clashed, the Descending Dragon Hand was instantly and utterly defeated. In terms of brute force, it could not match the Demon-Slaughtering Hand; in terms of dominance, it fell short of the Demon-Slaughtering Hand; and as for sheer might, there was simply no comparison.

Roxanne wore a dark look. So that was what she cared about? Marisa, you are focusing on the wrong priority!

Yanliu sat beside a brazier, holding a cattail fan and occasionally fanning the firewood inside.

"We still have other places to visit. Fellow cultivator, could it be that you have further instructions?" Sui Ping asked calmly.

The Emperor's first banquet had been to inform the ministers of his intention to take Lady Lin as Empress; the second was to celebrate Empress Lin's pregnancy; and the third was this one. The ministers guessed that tonight, perhaps this increasingly prominent young Emperor had yet another momentous announcement to make.

Even though Ning Rong had declined the post overseeing the training of the naval forces, there were still numerous official matters at the military camp that were sent via courier, waiting for him to resolve.

"Elder sister, I beg of you, please spare this young lady. Ke'er is willing to bear all punishments in her stead..." Murong Ke'er's pleading voice pulled Murong Rou's thoughts back to reality.