Chapter 90: Give It Back to Me

Si Yao tore savagely at the corner of Xing Jue's mouth, close to deafening his ears and tearing his eyes apart.

Bloody streaks mingled with the intimate brush of cheek against cheek.

Xing Jue pushed her away. "What do you mean, not Bai Yu's child?"

Si Yao wiped her lips. "Want to know?"

"Speak."

...

Though he had long known that Feibi Yali’s heart belonged to him, her usual reserve made him wonder what would happen once she learned of it. Wang Zhipeng suddenly felt his mind go blank, and for a moment he could not say a word.

At the old man's thunderous shout, the two of them snapped to attention and instantly understood; without the slightest hesitation, they bowed all the way to the ground.

"You know, I really think that if we truly can't get out, it might still be a blessing," Ye Chen said, looking at Leng Wushuang. Her cold and radiant face was now flushed red, and he almost wanted to lean in and kiss her.

"Hey now, listen to yourself. We've got such a fine bond between brothers, and for you to say that really wounds my heart!" The man called Bloodthirst spread his hands, looking utterly harmless.

"Are you crazy? She is one of the four great guardians of the Imperial Cult!" Ghost Pestle had never imagined that Ye Hongyi would say such a thing.

"Would a person so full of schemes really be a fool? But to draw the emperor's attention, she was willing to gamble with her life. It seems she truly has no way out!" Yao Mowan's lips curved into a cold smile, while brilliant light shone in her eyes, dazzling and splendid.

This move by Lin Feifei was simply too shocking. To transform spiritual power into tangible objects was something only martial artists who had reached the acquired stage could do, yet now Lin Feifei, who was still only at the martial apprentice level, had managed it. How could they not be astonished?

Wang Zhipeng looked toward the First Elder, studying his calm expression and wise eyes, silently guessing at the meaning of his words.

"I think that if we can decipher this sailboat, it should reveal the location of the underground palace. The phoenix stone is in the underground palace, and that is absolutely beyond doubt," said Huangfu Ye.

The illusory tall figure seemed dissatisfied with words alone, and after speaking, he gave Lin Fan a slap on the crown of the head, then continued.

"To the Empress, this is only my guess, but I have no definitive evidence," Shui Ji said, seeing that there was no one else around.

He did not want to wake up, but this was not a dream. Even if he did wake, he would still be able to see the beloved lady looking at him with gentle warmth. He would still have her, and he still had not lost the one thing in this vast sea of mortal life that he least wanted to lose. If that was the case, then waking would not be so bad after all. If he made her wait any longer, it would only be worse.

Huang Wanru looked up at Ye Miao in some surprise, but seeing the seriousness in the other's eyes, not a trace of jest, she could only say tentatively, "I also don't want to be separated from Cousin." After speaking, she lowered her head again in shy embarrassment.

"No!" Madam Zhou cried out first. "Besides all that, during every New Year and festival, you must offer us additional filial gifts. Silver and meat cannot be lacking, and each year you must buy us old folks a whole set of clothes..." Madam Hu was being somewhat unreasonable now.

Yang Jiazhen looked at his younger brother's furious reaction and merely smiled with calm indifference, taking no offense. In his view, his resistance now was only natural, and his lack of resistance later would also be inevitable. He was still young, still not someone who would stop at nothing for what he wanted to protect, still unable to weigh the pros and cons.

Mu Yi gave an awkward smile and hung up the phone. After so many years together, he knew exactly when Ye Fan was happy and when he was angry. Right now, his eyes were bright, and only he understood the danger hidden within them. That was the tacit understanding between the two of them, or rather, the understanding forged through years of experience.

"Of course you can." Ouyang Yingqi did not notice Qian Mo's low spirits. As long as Qian Mo could recover his health, she would be willing to make him something to eat every day.