Volume 1, Chapter 47: Pinning her against the wardrobe, Zhao Ye leaned in toward her lips as if bewitched.

When Xiangzhu lifted her gaze, she happened to meet Zhao Ye, who was waiting for her eyes to fall upon him.

Zhao Ye’s heart was flooded with the sweetness of maltose.

In the deep palace, palace maids always kept their heads bowed and their eyes submissive. Xiangzhu, moreover, appeared to be someone who strictly followed the rules, and naturally, she rarely made direct eye contact with nobles.

Kelly breathed a sigh of relief and walked over to Manda, seeing Manda frowning and staring in the direction where I had run off.

"Future, why does your complexion look so terrible? Would you like to go to the infirmary?" Wenya asked with concern.

She thought to herself that when he wasn't smiling, tapping his folding fan didn't necessarily mean he was plotting against someone, but when he was plotting, he would definitely tap his fan with a smile on his face.

However, her master would not consume such mortal meals. After all, her master was an immortal lord of the heavenly realm; many things that mortals required were entirely unnecessary to him.

A trace of fresh blood trickled down the corner of Liuer's mouth, and the red palm print on her snow-white cheek appeared exceptionally stark and glaring.

I frowned. If it was just a matter like this, why would it drive Zongsheng to such an intense obsession that he had to enter the hotel last night? What did this incident actually signify?

"Why don't you ask the child first about what happened?" Zongsheng said in a flat tone, though one could not sense any lack of anger within it.

"Hey, Future, what on earth did you do during your breakthrough to inherit your special attributes so perfectly?" Lieyan asked.

He blurted it out directly, knowing that if he kept it bottled up any longer, he would suffocate from frustration. Knowing early meant preparing early, didn't it?

"Then why didn't you report it? That would have saved us a lot of trouble!" Qianye shook her head and said.

With that look of helplessness, no matter how one looked at it, it was impossible to believe that it was purely because of such a trivial reason.

"What? You were discovered?" A flash of panic crossed Gu Qiangwei's heart, and she could not help but imagine what kind of expression Pei Xun would wear if he found out she was investigating him.

Liu Lang was not the type to suffer bullying in silence. Seeing his despicable and pretentious demeanor, he felt a surge of internal contempt.

Most of the maidservants in this courtyard were newly recruited, but after undergoing rigorous training, they were far from being green novices fresh out of the training quarters.

Yet what caused the Empress even greater pressure was that this Lady Wang was immensely favored and pampered. One could say she had monopolized the favor of the inner palace during this period. Although the Emperor had not yet conferred an official title upon her, she remained remarkably unhurried and calm, seemingly entirely content with her current status.

"Oh, what is it you want to tell me?" Jian Yu had not yet recovered her wits from official duties. When she raised her head, her mind was still lingering on work, making her gaze somewhat hazy and distant.

Radiance flashed, and when Yang Tian opened his eyes once more, he found that he had already left the palace where Pangu resided.

The next morning, the moment the alarm went off, Wen Shan opened her eyes and practically couldn't wait to get out of bed.

The Sea Breeze Corps commander's current expression of terror and awe was the ideal state for hypnosis and soul-capturing. Liu Lang effortlessly succeeded and obtained all the information he desired.

"It must be like this. Aside from this, there is no other possibility..." Her fingers unconsciously tightened their grip on the quilt as she bit her lip and murmured softly to herself.

This was the true ocean! The water transformed from the genuine Qi of the Carefree Art, once gathered together, naturally formed an ocean, didn't it?

Thus, amidst this delightful atmosphere where dry laughter and polite pleasantries flew about, and where scheming and manipulation danced in tandem, someone finally engaged in their first friendly exchange as an equal with Lancelot’s beast ministers.

Mu Zhihan froze for a moment, as if she could hear Pei Junhao whispering softly in her ear that night: "I love you, Zhihan!" His tenderness swept over her like a spring breeze, gently brushing against her earlobe and tickling the delicate skin of her ear.

Having finally run close to her destination, she was blocked once again by the newly constructed city gate.