Volume One, Chapter 34: That Night, Both Xiang Zhu and the Fourth Prince Were Intoxicated by the Fragrant Hehuan!

“Guards! Bring them in!”

The noble consort’s sedan chair was carried into the Cold Pool Palace.

Although the Awakened were somewhat stronger than the Evolved, this slight advantage could not bridge the two-tier gap, leaving them no room to resist.

“They’re all still alive? Remarkably tenacious,” the Golden Toad clapped his hands and laughed as he looked at the battered group.

At first sip, this exquisite wine tastes fragrant and mellow, like a nectar of jade and jadeite; then it lingers in that delicate balance between intoxication and sobriety.

“Don’t worry, it will be delicious! Starting tonight, you can look forward to it!” she said with a proud smile.

A deep, resonant bell toll echoed from the horizon, piercing the hearts of all present and causing a momentary pause—even the fiercely charging Old Hei halted briefly. When he regained his senses, a shadow had already descended.

At that moment, streaks of light flashed across the sky, followed by several loud bangs. The sky brightened instantly, as though it were midday. More than a dozen vehicles burst forth and began to encircle Fang Yeming and the others.

His eyes shone brightly, dazzling like two stars in the night sky, a glimmer of starlight flashing through them as if sparkling with celestial brilliance.

Old Shui shook his head after hearing this. “My son is truly steadfast. Very well, no matter the hardship, he must endure it. I hope he can safely weather this calamity.”

The Spirit Guardian nodded. This time, it dared not be lazy, lest she have to cast herself out once again.

This young man before her, though demanding she act as the furnace vessel, she understood in her heart that Xiu Yuntian intended to help her free herself from all troubles here.

It would be one thing if he merely resembled Second Father Jun Wuxie, but now another man appeared who looked almost identical.

“What?!” Jun Wuxie, clutching Luo Yu’s arm, trembled slightly. His jet-black eyes flashed with a look of shock.

Early in the morning, just after arriving at the company, Chen Xia was stopped at the entrance by the production team leader standing guard.

“Brother Li, what kind of thing are you planning to buy?” Ye Wudie smiled as she chatted a while before turning to ask Li Chen, who was admiring the sparkling treasures.

Though it was no good news, at least he hadn’t touched her; otherwise, that fiend would have ruined her.

Unlike the place they had just passed, behind the stone wall lay a quiet, empty secret passage, flanked on both sides by flowers resembling sunflowers.

“That’s true… but what if Li Mo is ‘cornered’ and ends up revealing our secrets?” Susan said anxiously.

Unexpectedly, Bai You Liuxi turned back and returned, bending down to place a brief yet weighty kiss on Wei Routi’s cherry lips.

Just then, Lin Sese opened the bathroom door. She wore a silk nightgown, and the fabric shimmered with a noble radiance as she moved.

Members of the White Tiger Camp lingered near the prison for a long while before turning away, departing as silently as they had come without disturbing anyone.

As the sacred fruit of the Druids, the mighty acorn, brimming with powerful vitality, greatly enhances the natural magic power of this staff.

“Princess of the Heir Apparent,” Liu Zhou and Zuo Ming stepped forward to greet Song Wan’er as she approached.

The two gazed at each other intently, as if thousands of words longed to be spoken, yet none could find their voice.

What transpired is beyond imagination, but the days of opposing the world were undoubtedly filled with endless hardship.

“Father, if you had arrived in time back then, even knowing the path ahead led to death, would you have accompanied Mother to the capital?” Qin Mohan lifted his hand to gently wipe away tears from the Elder’s eyes, speaking softly.