Volume 1, Chapter 30: Moved

The night was silent yet exquisitely beautiful. Zhuang Fan slept soundly, and when he finally stirred, Xiao Mei was no longer by his side. Neither was Miss Zhong.

He rubbed his eyes and called out softly, "Xiao Mei, where are you?" But there was no reply.

As for the influential figures who had witnessed the event, money could easily settle them. His own Five Elements Sect did not even need to pay; they could use Song Xiangyi's funds.

In just one day, Zhao Gou’s attitude had undergone a dramatic shift. Before, it was clear that Zhao Gou had been hesitant, but now, his eyes held an unprecedented resolve, underscored by a faint trace of murderous intent.

The Rat Ring was a Level 10 green-tier piece of equipment. What Tang Chen valued most was its passive skill that increased attack speed; he cared little for its base stats.

Liu Yunfan leaned back against the sofa, pressing his fingers to his inner eye corners. His voice sounded weary; he had been exhausted lately from absorbing the Qin family's underground resources and had no time to pay attention to small fry like the Wang family.

It was a pity that he had always used this object as a blunt brick to smash people. In this strange formation where everything was impossibly heavy, he could not throw the Dingfang Inkstone.

Fortunately, Tianzong Tanghua had a decent temperament; after dry-heaving for a dozen seconds, she returned to normal.

"I don't know what she heard, because I have no secrets—other than the one you allowed me to keep that day, of course." Han Jingxuan gripped her hands tightly. She did not believe An Xiang'er actually knew anything.

As the words faded, watching the soldier-wolf run into the distance, Zhang Jian clicked his mouse, and another video popped up.

Even with such thoughts in his mind, he dared not speak them aloud. He knew better than anyone what kind of man Zhao Gou was. His only consolation was that the rebel leaders had ultimately perished. If they hadn't, he wouldn't have let them go anyway; all of this was their fault, yet he was left to take the blame. It was truly a streak of bad luck.

Xi Xiaye took a deep breath, her expression becoming complex. After a long moment, she pressed the answer button.

Immediately, the shadow guards of the Longevity Palace appeared silently behind Gu Changsheng, whispering their inquiries.

Yun Xiang picked some fruit to eat slowly, lying comfortably on the sofa. She recalled the expression on Meng Qingfa’s face the day he saw her sister, Yun Lian, and became more certain that he had come for that very reason.

Qi Lei picked up his wine glass, frowned as he took a sip, and spoke coldly and indifferently to Gu Lingsha.

The maid overheard this and could not help but glance toward the room. It was said that the Princess Consort’s dowry was larger and more precious than that of a true princess, but she dared not comment. If something went wrong, she would be unable to answer for it.

"That sound just now—the one that fell—was that a person?" Yuan Bao swallowed with difficulty, his mouth agape in shock.

Zhiqiu tactfully ran to the front to sit beside Gong Qing; entering the carriage now would surely result in being struck down by Prince Yu’s lethal gaze.

Jiang Shiya’s grip was not particularly strong, but she was following Song Yi’s massage technique, focusing entirely on the meridians.

The Prince of Qin’s manor had long been targeted, but why would Prince Yu be watching them? Had the Prince of Qin done something unspeakable?

After countless ages, the aura of the scorching flames that once rivaled the Three-Legged Golden Crow clan was gone, but the mark of the flame remained soul-stirring.

Ye Ziling thought to herself that a single string of coins would barely cover the cost of a doctor and a carriage. She had always been tough, so she would just have to endure it; once they reached Ningzhou, there would be nothing to worry about.

Just a moment ago, Nangong Mo had been afraid of being discovered, so she made Heihei turn invisible. Heihei possessed the ability to turn invisible naturally; otherwise, how could she have remained hidden within the original Nangong Mo’s hand for so many years without anyone noticing?