Volume One, Chapter 55: Parental Mandate and the Matchmaker's Word

Night of Mourning! That name seems so familiar, as if I've heard it somewhere before. What are these fragmented images in my mind? Shen Ruxue finally managed to compose herself somewhat; at least, in her view, Shen Rong would not be staying at the Shen Residence for much longer.

Ding Jiuxi mocked her, but seeing Ding Ruoxue like this, so spineless, only made her feel contempt—the very embodiment of defeat without a fight. Ding Jiuxi inwardly despised her; she swaggered arrogantly when nothing was at stake, yet wilted so easily now.

Still, once they remembered the terrifying score of over fifteen hundred achieved by Xuanyuan Yeyan, they felt relieved.

Atop the mountain, rosy clouds scattered across the sky, painted by the setting sun. It was like a fairyland, dreamlike and surreal. Yuxin Yan gazed at Li Shishi, speaking softly.

Yeli Dulan was overwhelmed by favor, while Zhao Wanwan’s face was pale with anger. Li Yuanhao, in the end, could not fulfill his promise to her. Looking at Yeli Dulan and Mezang Heyun—both undeniably beautiful, but even more importantly, their families were illustrious and powerful. Although she was a princess of the Song Dynasty, she never truly found footing in Western Xia.

“A heart’s knot? What could Moling Huan’s heart knot be?” KAI stared at Moling Huan’s chest, the image of Wu Shixun surfacing in his mind. Could it really be Shixun who unsettled Moling Huan?

By then, the Yin siblings finally recovered from their shock, walking up to Xuanyuan Yeyan. Their gazes were complex, especially Yin Changfeng, who had just been berating Xuanyuan Yeyan for being reckless and unprincipled, only to be proven utterly wrong by Yeyan’s ruthless actions in the next instant.

After Cheng Moyu finished speaking, Dou Dou suddenly raised her head, scanning the surroundings. The place was a ring, with perfect vantage points for snipers all around. She bit her lip gently, “You mean, what happened that day was all planned out?” Yet she hadn’t noticed a thing, and even told her father.

Chu Mufeng, with a mischievous air, suddenly leaned in and blew softly against her ear, full of teasing.

What startled Ding Hao most was the conspicuous chamber pot placed under the bed, its faint stench permeating the room.

Because the emperor’s illness lingered, causing much worry, although the prime minister served as regent, he could not make all decisions. With the emperor bedridden, the empress dowager, as the highest authority in the palace, naturally had to step forward and take charge.

The bandages on her wrist had all been removed; even the scar had begun to scab.

“Silian, I think we should head back. It’s quite late,” Li Ling said at this moment.

He quickly crossed his legs and began meditating, intent on absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to restore the inner qi within his body. He would need it for the treatments to come.

Nan Ye was also observing the matriarch’s attitude. Though she wasn’t participating in the archery contest three days hence, as the person with the most influence in the rear courtyard of the Kui Residence, only by pleasing her could Nan Ye hope to shine at the banquet.

“I never said I was going to take it to the lady of the house,” Nan Ye replied easily, handing the sheep’s stomach to Xiangxiu and signaling her to clean it thoroughly.

In the end, Li Ang searched the two men and found only a dozen or so bullets, which he loaded into the confiscated pistols. After smashing the other gun with a stone, he grabbed the mine lamp and motioned for the two men to return the way they had come.

She was so close to me that I could faintly smell a delicate fragrance mingling with the scent of plum blossoms, an aroma so subtle it was hard to distinguish.

Just after the spring equinox, joyful news arrived from the Ling Residence: Xinning had given birth to a son. Without realizing it, I had become an aunt. I sought permission from Baoyuan to leave the palace and visit, but he replied that, according to customs in Shu, the maternal family should not visit a newborn before the first month. Despite my repeated pleas, he would not allow it, and though I was reluctant, I had no choice but to give up.

Tie Xiangxue leaned against Yin Junfeng’s chest, murmuring sweet words. Suddenly, the stone door ahead began to move. Tie Xiangxue immediately stepped out from Yin Junfeng’s embrace, her expression tense. Both stared intently at the door, unconsciously gripping their immortal swords.

Everyone gathered around to listen to Natsu speak. After a while, everyone finally understood the situation and exclaimed in amazement.

Summoning the Eye of Spirit Energy to its limit, Li Ang mapped out his escape route, then carried Uncle Da Chuan on his back. Following Sharon, who wielded a giant axe to clear the way, they pushed through the fragmented earth and stone toward the surface.

The two stared at each other in silence, locked in a cold war, unmoving and utterly focused.

“It’s all your fault. I should never have listened to you, lingering in that picturesque place. Now we have to follow you through the mountains. These woods have everything—bugs, thorns—but nothing good to eat!” complained Tie Xiangxue.

Naruto, unaware of Lucy’s situation, spent a wonderful day with Erza, and the next day, the two finally went to the guild together.

Xin Wuqing’s words made Luo Kun’s anger and jealousy toward the Demon Doctor surge even higher. His single eye glared fiercely at the Demon Doctor, then glanced at Xie Jiatu.

While Nangong Beidou and others used sword formations against the monster, Shao Heng joined forces with Phantom Mei and Bai Wushuang to attack Wu Nian.

Fang Ruyan’s face was drawn, her expression evoking pity. She had persuaded Li Yunchen to descend the mountain in order to take away the forest spirit, but now the Spirit Fusion Talisman was gone, and all of this meant nothing to her.

Suddenly, Feng Jin was like a clay statue, entering deep meditation and wholly absorbed in the profound mysteries of that cluster of spiritual consciousness. Xiao Nu merely helped him step into the threshold of the “Nirvana World-Extinguishing Technique”; as for his fortune, that would depend entirely upon himself.

For an Armored Martial Master of the first rank with no combat amplification, to infiltrate another powerful clan and assassinate Wei Minghui without being detected—the difficulty of such a feat was obvious.

Unlike the old man Li Yunchen had met earlier, this elder’s expression was stern and cold, clearly dissatisfied with the arrival of an uninvited guest.

He Dongjie’s face was filled with excitement, contrasting with the uncertain looks cast from the circular seats above. Though most students doubted Yun Fan, he had already accomplished so many astonishing feats that, should he fail now, it would only disappoint them more.