Volume 1, Chapter 54: I Wonder When Sister Xiangzhu Will Be Brought Back to the Estate

"Mother, this son will take his leave first."

When the Crown Prince departed, he glanced toward Zhao Ye and Xiangzhu, approaching with a smile: "Fourth Brother, our game of chess today remains undecided. Why don't you accompany Your Elder Brother back to finish the match?"

Zhao Ye wore a look of utter astonishment.

Had his elder brother made up his mind to dismiss him in such a blunt manner?

Was this the Empress's wish, or the Crown Prince's own intention?

Hanging up the phone, Nan Xing scooped up the motorcycle jacket from the sofa, tossed it coolly and defiantly over her shoulder, and raised her chin slightly toward Li Beitian.

Once the food supplies became so abundant that they could not be finished in the future, they could be sold at this price, which would also serve as a good reference point.

Although Su Xiuya wanted to help, renting a house was such a major matter that she still needed to consult Yan Jinsong.

Chen Bin sighed, uncertain of just how much Sister Lan had grasped of the situation, but nonetheless recounted the entire sequence of events from beginning to end.

Working together, the three of them managed to unearth the wooden box in no time. Shen Junshan picked up a shovel and pried at it a few times, only to find that the wooden box was sealed so securely that it could not be forced open at all.

Yet Xu Tian's performance was truly too spineless; as a martial artist, he detested such behavior of retreating without a fight.

One must know that the Tang family's secret guards were all carefully selected powerhouses. For him to defeat Qiaomu meant that, at least among martial artists, he was considered to be in the upper-middle tier.

Miki Hoshimiya smiled slightly, pushed the photograph on the table once more toward Minako Taranagi, and said with a steady gaze.

No matter what they are up to, we must pretend we do not see them and simply act as though we are on earnest patrol duty, Elder Xiao instructed Zhu Bing with lingering unease.

A flush of red appeared on Mu Gui's pale face, though it was an unhealthy shade. His breathing was extremely rapid, and his rain-soaked clothes clung tightly to his body, making his frame appear even more emaciated. His pitch-black eyes fixed upon Fengguang, his half-closed gaze exuding a lifeless aura.

She slowly lowered her head, her lips just brushing against the man's slightly chilled ones. Before she even had a chance to breathe air into him, she saw the man open his eyes.

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Beneath the silvery, desolate moonlight, a man dressed in white had long since stood alone in the courtyard, accompanied by a beast and a servant.

"Very well! Sister asks you: having not seen His Majesty for so many days, do you miss him?" Dongling suddenly smiled upon seeing Fu'er's stubborn refusal to admit it.

I agreed verbally, but inside I felt deeply puzzled, failing to grasp what Xia Yanshi truly meant by those words at the time.

Though the long spear looked imposing, she seemed to see countless innocent or guilty souls perishing miserably beneath its tip.

Xing Yun pouted her lips, let out a whistle, and with a flick of her hand, the cat trotted over, wagging its tail and behaving docilely as she petted it.

Scouts and envoys of all factions rode in and out, kicking up billows of dust. The capital, which had remained dormant for so long, was like an ancient beast awakening abruptly from a slumber of many years, baring its ferocious fangs to devour everything belonging to its enemies.

Immediately afterward, a sea of flames surged to the skies with dazzling brilliance, forcing even Ji Kao to turn his head in evasion, while thunderous rumblings of heavenly lightning echoed across the firmament.

In fact, upon hearing that he had requested an audience with the Grand Tutor, the doorman had run straight over and knelt on the ground, insisting that he step upon his back to dismount the carriage.

Su Yang was somewhat speechless. Damn it, if this were his own jungler, he would have slapped him flying long ago for brazenly leeching two levels of experience.

As Chen Ming walked along, he bent down and squatted, as if something had dropped and he wanted to pick it up. Hearing that passing through the alley would lead straight to their destination, Lin Yan naturally walked past the bending Chen Ming.

Most of the medicinal herbs sold in his own Chuncheng Divination and Apothecary Shop were those commonly found on the market.

Following the soul tides, these aboriginals would occasionally seize the right moment to fiercely charge out, displaying astonishing physical prowess. Often with just a few leaps, they would roar through the air like falling stars.