Chapter 55: Surprisingly a Woman, Mutual Accusations

The person who arrived was none other than Wu Chengsi, the Prince of Wei. Ever since their brief encounter at the的大理寺 (Court of Judicial Review), Murong Huan had retained a particularly deep impression of him.

As Wu Chengsi walked toward the banquet, he cast a rather surprised gaze at Murong Huan.

How remarkably similar they look!

Arriving alongside Wu Chengsi was Qiu Shenji, the Grand General of the Jinwu Guards.

An hour earlier, Lady Qiu had departed Princess Taiping’s residence and immediately sought out her father, Qiu Shenji, to inform him—

At this moment, we have already reached the foot of the Terrace of Nostalgia. According to the original plan, I should have continued westward with Tang Yanxi, but she can no longer run, and of the halo of the Netherworld Buddha Lotus, only two rings remain pink while all the others have turned completely black.

This reminded him that yesterday he had requested a large quantity of supplies, which must have been the very last reserves remaining in the hands of Liu Mei and the others.

Reluctant to spend money on a carriage, she had no choice but to walk dozens of miles entirely on her own two feet; reluctant to rest at roadside tea sheds, she simply sat beneath a tree during the scorching heat of noon, drinking some cold water and eating half a piece of dried ration brought from her maternal home.

In the presence of the principal, Yun Zijin could not directly address Lu Yunque by his full name, so she temporarily changed it to "President Lu."

Having known each other for so long, Zhang Meixiang had witnessed what kind of person Li Fangcao was and deeply approved of her character.

With even trusted confidants of the old dowager like the Lai family being beaten to death with staves, and even the close stewards around Lady Wang and Lady Xing being taken down, who would dare to show defiance?

She searched through every room in the house once more, making sure there was nothing other than mouse holes, and only then did she feel at ease.

Just as Su Mengyao hung up the phone, Ling Yi’s voice sounded inside Yun Zijin’s Bluetooth headset.

Meanwhile, inside a building a hundred meters away, the clay puppet dragged its battered body back before Huang Dong.

"Leader, please calm your anger." The adjutant, drenched in snow and holding a purple overcoat, hurried up to him.

As you all know, after a human dies, their muscle fibers first relax and then gradually stiffen, which is the so-called phenomenon of rigor mortis. This rigor mortis gradually changes as the time since death progresses, and it does not slowly disappear until three days later.

"You..." Mother Xiao was driven mad with hatred, no longer able to maintain her facade of composure. With a flick of her arm, a thorny long whip lashed out fiercely. The middle-aged man retreated leisurely, and several men squatting on the courtyard wall behind him immediately rushed toward Mother Xiao.

Mother Lan said, "Tonight, Mother Xi and I will keep watch. If the young lady still has a fever, she must take the medicine." A fever subsiding does not mean everything is fine; children's fevers tend to recur, so someone must keep watch through the night without any negligence.

Seeing Anxin purposely darting back and forth before the giant insect to draw its attention—several times nearly being entangled by its omnipresent tentacles—Li Yuanhao secretly tightened his grip on the nameless sword, gritted his teeth, and lunged toward its belly.

In the Ming Dynasty, bondservants were the private property of their masters and possessed no human rights. If beaten to death, the master faced no legal accountability, at most only having to compensate the family with some money.

Even Old Madame thought this phrasing was too absolute: "If they are outstanding in all aspects, it can still be considered." As long as the other party could bring benefits to the clan, it mattered little whether it was the eldest legitimate son or a younger legitimate son.

"Alright, alright. The two of you stop arguing. The mist in this forest has the effect of suppressing outward-projecting spiritual perception."

Adèle executed a standard, respectful knightly salute. The man before her was Tito, the dean of the Royal Military Academy of the Scourge Legion, the commander of the Southern Expeditionary Army, the most powerful warrior in the Scourge Legion, and above all, Adèle's mentor.

The momentum of over eight hundred orc wolf riders galloping across the grassland surpassed that of ten thousand troops, and even the undead deep down in the valley could feel the violent vibrations coming from beneath the earth.

Li Yuanhao chose not to tell Zhao Heizi the true purpose of his trip to Changbai Mountain. It was not that he feared wealth would corrupt human hearts; in a brother he had spent so many years with, Li Yuanhao still had confidence.