Volume 1, Chapter 59: The Emperor's Birthday Banquet

At this thought, Shen Yurou could no longer stay put. She hurried into the inner chamber and began packing her belongings.

Qiuyue and the other two were bewildered. "Miss, what are you doing?"

Flustered, Shen Yurou busied herself darting back and forth.

"We are not staying here anymore. We are moving away."

"Moving away? Where could we possibly move to? It is already the middle of the night," Biyao tried to dissuade her.

When she turned around, Wei Feng realized that she was not blending medicines, but rather applying makeup—though she was using various medicinal ingredients to do so.

"Indeed, he saved me," Disaster answered, not elaborating further, merely stating that it was only right, without saying whether she would actually do it.

Chi Wan said nothing at all, because in her mind, no matter what she said, she would be in the wrong. It was she who had failed Ji Zhongxi, she who had changed her heart, and she who lacked steadfast willpower.

Meanwhile, the other three men formed a triangle, surrounding Mu Yao in the center. One of them gave a hand gesture, and all three lunged directly at Mu Yao.

Upon seeing Wan Che, she suddenly remembered that this was the first major decision she had ever made on her own, and a wave of overwhelming insecurity gripped her heart.

Manager Qin shook hands with the Chairman, instantly shedding her domineering aura. Her eyes curved into crescent moons, and two shallow dimples appeared, making her look both beautiful and touching.

A cave might not seem particularly special, but the reason this particular cave attracted Gu Chen was that the faint, drifting sword qi emanating from within gave him a certain suspicion.

Gu Linan stood frozen in place, his mind almost entirely blank, yet Gu Weiche's words coursed through his entire body like an electric current.

However, the principle that all phenomena are empty yet cause and effect are not is absolute truth in the universe, and this was what he wanted to tell Yun Xiao.

Among all the actions of the Song family members during the past half day, perhaps only this single gesture was the most satisfying.

Yan Luo's performance exceeded his expectations. For someone with zero foundation, although her standard still lagged behind professionals, compared to yesterday when he first met her and gave her guidance, she had made a qualitative leap.

In recent years, Jin Wei had resorted to oppression to achieve his ends. Though nothing had surfaced on the surface, such practices would inevitably lead to disaster given enough time.

If Xiao Sanlang's subtle and mournful flute music had previously transformed into a swordsman combining gentleness with tenacity, then what emerged from his flute now were coiled and resting dormant dragons.

At this moment of life-or-death crisis, Long Yudong let out a booming roar and stomped his foot, causing the ground to tremble. A ferocious murderous aura dispersed, and the airflow formed a violent tidal wave that crashed against the thirty-six heaven-shattering thunders.

Chen Guorui, the garrison commander of Zhenjiang, seeing the Taiping army charging toward his defense sector, hurriedly reported to Imperial Commissioner He Chun and Jiangbei Camp Commander De Xing'a, requesting reinforcements.

Shangguan Yun felt deeply uneasy, fearing that the members of the Jincheng Sect might discover him and perhaps make things difficult for her.

The slightly cool fingertips brushed against her skin, sending a jolt through Chu Yunqing. Goosebumps erupted all over her body, and she stiffened like a stone, staring at him with tense eyes.

Helian Yuan carried her to the bed, tucked her in, and tiptoed out of the room toward the kitchen.

Mo Sanwei nodded toward the eccentric man and said calmly, "Xiao Zhan, this is a deep blood feud belonging to your family; you should go and point out the mastermind yourself." As soon as these words were spoken, they stirred up a thousand ripples. The heroes and gallants present, regardless of whether they were righteous or demonic, were all struck pale with fright.

Ye Qin was somewhat curious as to what kind of words could make Tan Jing forget even the content of her work, yet remember only that single sentence.

"Impossible! The titan of our academic community would never be a gay man!" Lin Jingyi denied flatly.

Ling Xing's heart began to flutter wildly; he was simply too good-looking, but selling one's beauty was morally wrong!

Two months after the great war, the Retired Emperor and Emperor Jingxuan of Southern Ling passed away. The entire nation of Southern Ling mourned for three days, yet during those very three days, Southern Ling heavily defeated Changji, stopping just a single river away from Changji's capital.