Volume 1, Chapter 21: It Is Time to Learn a Lesson!

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With Fu Chengjue's approval, Qin Huan immediately took his hand and headed toward the street thick with smoke and flames.

Fu Qingdong undid all the buttons of Bai Xiaoyu’s shirt. As the shirt fell open, Fu Qingdong gazed at her flawless figure and let out a soft, admiring sigh.

Ling Dongwu’s heart dropped with a sudden thump. That was it—the vanity of Luo Yange was the root of the trouble.

These past days, Xiang Nan had been unsettled by a series of negative emotions, especially after the recent confrontation with Shang Peidi, stirring a deep resentment within him, wishing that everyone were as despicable as Shang Peidi.

Mayor Chen felt something was amiss. Taking his phone, he heard the notification tone—it was a multimedia message.

“What secret words do you think this prince cannot know?” Ling Siyie showed no mercy to Madam Tang.

Ling Dongwu. The name was a legend within the palace, a legend throughout Northern Desert and indeed the entire realm.

Regarding his punishment, Lu Linxiu felt indifferent. However, Lu Linyun was frail by nature and had just survived an assassination attempt yesterday. How could he endure such torment? If thrown into the great prison and subjected to the brutal interrogations of the jailers, he might perish before the truth was uncovered.

Liu Guang received the displeased signal from his beloved, smiled as he rubbed his nose, but said nothing. How could Rose understand that nothing in this world was more wonderful than waking each day to see her sleeping peacefully by his side?

Border bandits were causing chaos. Mu Yun had been troubled countless times over this matter and was now resolute to eradicate the vile gang, only to be obstructed by Su Zichuan’s new emperor’s enthronement ceremony.

Watching Hua Lingyu, who was clearly brainwashed, Luo Shuiyi twitched at the corner of his mouth, feeling both amused and melancholic.

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So I speculate that these two herbs must be the nemesis of the parasitic worms inside your body. The main ingredient of this medicine is the Snow Nectar Flower. You are to take one pill each full moon; it will temporarily suppress the worms’ reproduction within you.

But Tongtong's mind was clearly elsewhere. She had concerns but was unwilling to speak. After forcing herself to exchange a few words with Duan Ke, she soon appeared to freeze as if her mind had shut down.

“I think we should call brother-in-law. Something this serious, he must be informed,” Ji Manrou said earnestly.

With the maid’s help, the outfit was finally changed, though Zihan stubbornly refused to wear the traditional headdress or those flowerpot-soled shoes.

Upon hearing this, Murong Shankui remained silent. This was not the first time Murong Ziye had mentioned the topic, but despite all efforts, no evidence could be found implicating Murong Shanan. Without more than hearsay, they were powerless.

“Very well, from today onward, Bai Jie will be the new leader of the Martial Alliance!” Chu Xiongtian declared. Zihan felt a cold glare shoot at her, causing her to shudder involuntarily.

Zihan shook her head. “No, those clothes are beautiful, but I want to make several nightgowns and some male attire.” Xin’er was very puzzled but did not ask further, quietly watching Zihan sketch the designs.

Duan Ke, who had never seen the imperial fortress before, felt for the first time that just the appearance of this weapon was terrifying enough.

Bai Qi’s face showed regret. This mercenary was indeed powerful and perceptive; such a stealthy attack had been dodged by him, so now the only option was to engage him in open combat.

Tang Ning’an kept her head down, lost in her own thoughts, when suddenly a familiar voice sounded beside her ear. She looked up blankly, her gaze unfocused as she stared at him.

“Why did you learn medicine? Has your family stopped supporting you?” That fellow spoke without restraint or thought, caring little whether his words hurt others.

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“Saved in time, that’s wonderful!!” Everyone inside cheered exuberantly, as excited as if China had just won the World Cup.

Situ Haoyu pursed his lips, clearly displeased with her answer, a flicker of anger flashing in his eyes.

Ji Rutianxi gazed at the opposite forested hill, often glancing back at their own position. The map’s record was completely different from the reality. At dawn, they could only rely on their own eyesight to survey the terrain.

Poison Snake raised her hand to point at Yuelong City. Before she could, Yuelong’s face turned crimson, as red as a ripe tomato. In that moment, he wished he could burrow into the ground, losing all the bravado he had when first meeting Huang Kui.

Mo Langyue frowned, awkwardly turning his head away. His handsome face grew more contemplative. He was unsure of Qu You’s purpose in coming and would not easily believe her claims but also wanted to avoid conflict for the moment.

Yuan Ling looked at the compass in his hand. The silver needle pointed in one direction—there was a lowland, flat and open, where anything could be seen at a glance. Yet neither Yuan Ling nor Ao Fan found anything of value.

“Like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, courting death!” Poor new recruit was cut down by Deng Mao with a single stroke, struggling painfully a few times before going still.

Today, the once absolute authority of the Situ family suddenly fractured. How could this not shock everyone? Could it be that the long-standing dominance in the medical industry had finally been challenged?!