28 The Gallant Jiraiya

Qin Hong had heard A-Wan mention that intermarriage within the Fusang royal family was common. It was frequent for royal men to take their half-sisters as consorts, so it was not unusual for members of the royal family to marry princesses.

Gu Qingli suddenly embraced Qianyan, her chest feeling as if blocked by a giant boulder, making it suffocatingly heavy. Her eyes instantly reddened, and tears slid uncontrollably down her cheeks.

Zhao Qing, seeing the way Concubine Xi Ronghua so enthusiastically welcomed the Emperor, truly wanted to cover his own blushing, aged face.

"Exactly," Mu Ziqin agreed with Luo Ge’s thought, for it was what he had been considering as well.

Taking advantage of the time it took for Yunxiang to go to the Yufu Palace to invite the Emperor, Consort Li hurriedly had her maids redo her makeup. Dressed in an exquisite Su-embroidered moon-silk gown, she lay on the bed, waiting for the Emperor and the imperial physician to arrive.

Ge Li sat below the stage, having already understood Yang Liying's gaze; her eyes were clearly hinting that he was the lucky fan.

Faced with Luo Ge’s sudden invitation, An Wanqiu’s heart, which had just settled, rose again after only a moment.

Outside the high, walled city lay an endless desert and mist, while inside were blue skies and white clouds, with scenery that was quite pleasant.

Before she finished her postnatal confinement, these tasks were done by the wet nurse, but after the confinement, Xiao Wan-ci learned to do them herself. She spent two full days just learning how to pat Yuanbao on the back to help him burp while holding him upright.

Li Jing’s soldiers knew this was the changing of the guard and, having become alert, had no choice but to draw their pistols, chamber their rounds, and lie in ambush at the entrance of the steps. Moments later, four relieving soldiers appeared.

The competition was held in the quarantine zone, which was not close to the city center, so the organizers provided transportation for the contestants.

My right hand had been bumped by Gao Yan’er just moments ago, and I still struggled to grip anything. Seeing Lu Yufei’s life hanging by a thread, I had no choice but to hold a coin between my fingers and slash it like lightning toward Gao Yan’er’s throat.

Before there was time to answer, Lin Ziyue and Li Gui burst out of the woods and landed beside Hai Xin.

Accompanying the screams, people inevitably fell, their faces frantic, clearly trapped in some kind of illusion.

"Help me call the Macallan whiskey distributor in New York again. Ask him if he doesn't want to make an extra 30 percent profit—why hasn't he delivered the whiskey I need after two days?"

Yet, after they finished exchanging greetings, they seemed to have little left to say, as they were in contact via telegram almost every day. Routine matters required no further discussion.

In contrast, Ye Meng was stunned by the attack Tang Pei had just unleashed. That yellow bolt of lightning contained two types of energy—one was light-attribute, the other thunder-attribute. He could tell through his clairvoyant vision. The situation was the same as Jiang Jie’s before; both possessed dual attributes.

"Some things, once decided, must be followed to the end. If you say you'll send her to meet God, you send her to God. One must keep one's word, right, William?"

At this moment, Tianming, inside Huo Xiao’s body, was also extremely grave. Judging by his experience, there was certainly something extraordinary here.

Ren Wenqiu suddenly stopped speaking, for he truly had not looked at this painting carefully; he had only cast a fleeting glance and had not paid it much mind. Though it was only a glance, a strange feeling had once stirred in his heart.

They saw further than ordinary sect disciples. The rise of every True Immortal had its omens, and Xu San, this disciple of the Zixiao Sect, carried such signs. The emergence of a single True Immortal was enough to elevate the strength of an entire sect by a full tier.

Secretly keeping an eye on the expert hidden in the void, Xu Wen remained composed, merely observing the reactions of the Four Great Sects, such as Wangugu Cliff and Fan Hualong, responding to change with constancy.

Miao Ruolan pressed forward step by step, though in her heart, she understood that she bore an inescapable responsibility for the outcome today.

For no matter who it was, encountering an opponent like Nangong Aoxue would not be easy, unless one truly had no regard for their own life. Yet Long Feiyun had to do exactly that, because only by relaxing might he have a chance to fight Nangong Aoxue; otherwise, Long Feiyun would have no choice but to concede!

A figure suddenly flashed before them. Before Feng Nieyang could react, Wu Weiyang had already been grabbed by the waist by that person, pulling her back several dozen yards to land on a floating celestial stone, their sleeves fluttering in the wind.

Miao Ruolan took out the crystal ball, gathered Mo Xuan into it, walked to the bed, lifted Zhan Zhao, and vanished without a trace in an instant.

He suddenly realized that he was actually battling such a formidable character; it could be considered an honor. After more than ten years of pitting his wits and courage against his opponent, today there was finally a conclusion.

Suddenly, the carriage halted, very abruptly. Dongfang Mingzhu, inside the carriage, did not anticipate this and could not stop her momentum, her graceful body lurching forward.

Bai Chongxi did not consider himself foolish, but he could not fathom what kind of strange troop the Red Army on Matou Ridge was. He could not understand how they used the weapons in their hands to shoot down five aircraft, and to shoot them all down simultaneously without a single one escaping, not even one person returning to report the news.

Wu Anzheng heard the fierce, crude voice and knew the arrivals must be ruffians or bandits, likely cold-blooded cutthroats. His face filled with a fawning smile, his heart pounding in fear as he turned around.

But in truth, the outcome is almost always a repetition of history, and then, it begins anew, until one is exhausted, or one truly gets what one wished for.

The Four Young Masters of the Capital, who had rampaged through the Eastern Capital for years, had actually been slapped ruthlessly and mercilessly by someone. Recalling the name that person had previously announced—Chen Pojun of Liaodong—everyone watched the young man on the horse with suspicion and uncertainty.

Unexpectedly, one day while traveling with him, he suddenly heard someone mention the upheaval in the Tianxuan Immortal Realm. It turned out that the Tianxuan Great Emperor had held a ceremony days prior, publicly stating that he would soon pass the title of Mysterious Emperor to the True Venerable of Forgetting Emotions.

Cui Fengxian knew that his internal energy had been unsettled lately and he could not endure a protracted battle. Having calculated a strategy, his figure swayed slightly; just as he was about to move forward to test his opponent, he suddenly heard a "hum," and a brilliant light erupted before him as a long sword struck toward his face.

Because it was synchronized with the Star Sea in reality, at this twilight hour, a few stars had already appeared in his sea of consciousness. Beyond that, however, the Star Sea was virtually blank, containing nothing else, which was the reason he absorbed the power of the stars so slowly.