Chapter 49: The Emperor and Empress Watch the Battle

Qing’er lowered her voice even further. “Yes, it was actually a maid from the Hall of Purple Radiance who delivered to Zhen the extract of toad, datura, and fresh aconite, along with some analgesics. Zhen claimed they were for making a medicinal incense to help the Empress’s headaches. The Palace Disciplinary Office is still investigating.”

Bai Huan’s eyes grew wide. “Such a serious matter?”

Whether it is true or merely an attempt to frame someone remains unknown.

Qing’er’s face turned pale. “His Majesty is furious. The Noble Consort begged him not to pursue the matter, saying the Empress—”

“Thank you, Uncle Zhang.” Lin Yifeng accepted the teacup handed to him by Zhang Guodong, expressing his gratitude with perfect courtesy.

As a summoner specializing in the arcane arts, Jiang Qiao’s strength was only thirty-seven points—about three times that of an ordinary person. In Jiang Qiao’s estimation, a Lionheart Knight’s strength must exceed five thousand points.

In fact, when Lin Yifeng gave such a reply, there was a hint of embarrassment in his demeanor. Truth be told, it had been quite some time since he last went to work at Hangcheng University.

Thorne’s food consisted of various energy crystals, and even the mother crystal from Brandewhite Island could serve as his breakfast.

“Your Majesty, how could I possibly harm my own child? The Empress is plainly twisting words. It’s true that Ziluo is my attendant, but who can truly know another’s heart? Ziluo herself confessed to betraying me, and I am devastated,” Consort Shu wept as she spoke.

With the existence of the Disciplinary Committee, anyone attempting to slack off would be discovered at once. The committee also monitored all unusual activity within the sect, reporting directly to Lin Ye or Luo Mi. Any disturbance near the Dragon’s Abyss would reach him immediately.

The tall, masked man’s foot slid as he swung his curved blade in a flash of cold light, slashing at Liu Guanyu’s neck with lightning speed.

The Wutong Secret Realm, like the Divine Tomb, had an entrance portal that would randomly transport cultivators to different locations within. As Lin Ye made his way inward, he encountered no one else, but saw an abundance of spirit herbs, many of which were of the sixth or seventh grade.

“Zhengnan is not only far-sighted and ingenious, but also eloquent. He is well suited to this task. My lord, if you send Zhengnan to Guangling, he will surely establish harmony with Cao Cao,” Tian Feng said without hesitation, having already decided that Shen Pei, styled Zhengnan, was the right choice.

However, the garments she excelled at crafting required only the finest materials to truly reveal their beauty.

Before she could speak, Xia Haoyu’s kiss had already fallen gently upon her neck. The delicate, tender touch made her feel incomparably comfortable, and the words she was about to utter melted away.

“Hmph! You think I don’t know you’re pretending to gaze out the window while actually stealing glances at me?” Muqin puffed out her cheeks, turned her head to the window as well, but with a single look realized that Li Zhishi truly was not watching her.

Zhusha’s expression grew a little excited. This bottleneck in cultivation might mean little to others, especially those with exceptional fates, but to her it was everything.

At that moment, a boy of sixteen or seventeen approached carrying two buckets of water. He greeted the men at the village entrance with great respect and spoke a few words.

The man coughed incessantly as he spoke, his sentences halting and his breath weak, making Li Zhishi uneasy. He wondered if the man suffered from some pulmonary illness, and hoped it wasn’t contagious.

Just as the masked man’s head was severed, a sudden commotion erupted outside the window of the Fragrant Pavilion, and chaos broke out within as well. Thick smoke billowed from a private room, and someone began shouting loudly.

The burly man raised a stool, held it above his head, stepped forward, and brought it down toward me with all his might. I thought, this is the end—if my face is ruined, I’ll never find a husband.

But when he entered the kitchen’s front hall, Li Zhishi immediately felt a headache coming. Breakfast, at least, tasted the same no matter how many millennia passed—porridge was always porridge. But as for cooking the rest... To be honest, he’d barely eaten any of last night’s dishes; he’d spent the evening drinking instead.