Volume 1, Chapter 52: The Heir Apparent Bestows a Poem

Chu Yun did not wish to spoil the mood, choosing instead to speak in a low voice with Li Xian.

With the vast majority of those present hailing from prestigious and powerful backgrounds, making enemies at every turn was hardly his style.

His earlier mockery of Shen Hao was simply due to an aversion to the man's conduct; otherwise, Chu Yun was generally quite amiable toward these people.

Li Xian smiled wryly, noting how remarkably straightforward Chu Yun was.

Still, crude as the words were, they rang true. Young Master Zhou’s gaze toward Miss Xiang'er was so burning and impassive that it practically betrayed a desire to strip her bare and devour her whole—the intent was already glaringly obvious.

With a look of disdain, Chu Yun withdrew his gaze and turned expectantly to Li Xian, asking, "Brother Li, do you write poetry? Will you also compose..."

After waiting for a short while without the man showing up, she picked up her teacup and began to sip the water.

"There's no need. I'm heading home right away. My parents are still waiting for me." Having shared the matter with Zhang Lan, Zheng Xiyan felt a profound sense of relief once again.

Diana, who had already readied her shield for a charge, was somewhat bewildered by this utterly random remark and glanced back at Theia once more.

Upon leaving the imperial palace, the eldest of the Li family felt more exhausted than if he had fought a pitched battle. Realizing that he would have to live like this from now on, he could not help but offer a bitter smile. Returning to his own general's manor without stopping to wash or rest, his very first action was to pull out a porcelain jar and initiate a video call with his fiancée to seek comfort.

Checking her bag, she found a padded overcoat comparable in thickness to a heavy quilt, along with three cotton-padded jackets. The fabrics were ordinary and unassuming, yet they appeared remarkably warm.

Shen Mengqi said with a smile that she believed news regarding the two new-style firearms must have already spread by now. Having been handed over for so long, if those people weren't utter fools, they should be able to manufacture them based on the prototypes; otherwise, they might as well pack up and return to the countryside to farm.

Wearing a black overcoat and presbyopic glasses, King walked slowly down the hospital corridor, his back hunched, stepping closer with every faltering pace.

Hearing those words, their eyes instantly lit up. Without any hesitation, they claimed the seats directly to the left and right of Jing Ruichen.

At that moment, his heart was beating so frantically that he wondered if he had somehow had a motor installed inside his chest, drumming away with an intense, uncontrollable rhythm.

There was neither poisonous smoke nor venom; instead, a wisp of a divine soul drifted idly through the air. Ouyang Xiao was overjoyed: had another strand of divine soul power delivered itself right to his doorstep?

Anxious to shift away from the topic, he was naturally more than happy to cooperate. Besides, he was a tier-one hero, so complying with standard judicial procedures was a given.

"Then let's travel together," the Heavenly Prince said, extending a hand while a sincere and enthusiastic smile bloomed across his face.

Prompted by Wang Manni's remarks, Chen Yan suddenly realized that everyone familiar around him seemed to harbor similar notions in their hearts.

After marriage, she would wash clothes and cook for Chen Yu, yet whenever Chen Yu collected the laundry from the line, he only ever gathered his own and never once cooked a meal for her.

Outside the doorway of a chamber stood a young dandy draped in a goose-feather cloak and clutching a purple-jade warming stove, watching the two of them with a beaming smile.

When he first arrived in this world, Shen Changqing had felt somewhat out of place, but as time passed, he had grown accustomed to it.

Upon seeing Jing Hong intend to betroth Jing Li to Fan Yu, Jiang Qingyu instinctively felt a surge of hostility toward this disciple of the Jixia Academy.

The young man chuckled as he kept one of the gifts and handed the rest to Miss A, signaling for her to distribute them as she pleased.

Watching Minatozaki Sana walk directly ahead with a demeanor quite different from before, Kosaki Tsunatsu could not hold back the question that rose to his lips.

The reason behind this state of affairs among the demon race was actually the overwhelming surplus of males, which had led to a severely distorted demographic ratio.

Knowing that Qu Wuyue had a penchant for men, and given that he currently wore the appearance of a fresh and tender youth, Yun You was deeply concerned about preserving his chastity and thus kept a cautious distance from Qu Wuyue.

Furthermore, Liang Li had not seen Zhong Zhong when she came today. Ordinarily, Zhong Zhong loved nothing more than to stick close to Liang Li, making today's behavior rather anomalous.

Xuanyuan Mochen had just arrived at the Zhang residence and, without even pausing to rest, had come scurrying over like an eager puppy to find Yun You.

"Heehee, I love tearing your clothes." Having never dressed anyone before, Beiming Ao fumbled clumsily for quite a while before finally managing to dress Leng Yuehuang in her gown, naturally taking countless liberties and profiting from her charms along the way. Though Leng Yuehuang beat, struck, and pinched him in return, he remained unruffled, keeping a good-natured smile the entire time.

Not long after the Seventh Madam stepped outside, she returned carrying a plate of plum blossom pastries. Wisps of steam were still rising from them, clearly indicating they had just come out of the steamer.

Hearing these words, he froze abruptly, then turned to halt before Crown Prince Long Ye. Raising his gaze to lock eyes with Moyuan, who hovered suspended in mid-air, a raging surge of indignation swelled within him. Yet he offered no verbal reply, nor did he make any rash moves.

Turning his head and spotting Su Chen, Zhou Xia walked over, picked him up, and carried him to the washroom to rinse his face.

"Since you're here, stay and eat with us." Chu悦 placed the fruits on the table, turned slightly sideways, and blocked Helian Jie. "Where do you think you're going? Could it be that he's going to eat you?" It was truly bizarre—was he really that terrifying? Why act as though you've seen a ghost?

Equipped with their new toys, the spirit beast puppets were ecstatic, scampering and leaping around the playthings in high spirits.

The two armies arrayed themselves in battle formation. Upon seeing that the opposing force consisted merely of eight thousand men led by Ju Yi, Gongsun Xu ordered the White Horse Followers to form the center, while five thousand ordinary cavalry were split into two wings under the command of Yan Gang and Tian Kai, charging straight toward Ju Yi.

The sound originated from Liu Shangyue's chambers, and the voice of the singer sounded remarkably like Liu Shangyue herself, laden with sorrow and melancholy.

"There's nothing to fear. Why are you sitting so far away from me?" He remained lying down without moving, his eyes kept shut.

"I must go in!" Hu Ji seemed to pay no heed to Mo Jian's words whatsoever, choosing instead to defy his commands. Neither Man Tu nor the others found this surprising; Hu Ji usually treated Mo Jian in this manner, and yet Mo Jian seemed utterly powerless against this Hu Ji of mysterious background.

Having listened to Chu Yun's remarks, Xiao Yixuan nodded with a knowing look in his heart. Such a reaction from his family members was entirely within his expectations; it was merely that today's events had arisen too hastily, leaving him no time to brief his wife in advance.