Chapter 57: Is the Marquis's Heir Blind?

Before his words had fully died away, and without waiting for the Empress Dowager and the Emperor to recover their wits, Prime Minister Yan snatched the sword from a nearby guard and thrust it straight into Yan Biliu’s chest, frightening Chong'er to the point of fainting on the spot.

Meanwhile, inside the inner chamber, the Crown Prince looked on anxiously as the imperial physician felt Wen'er's pulse, after which he bowed respectfully to Chu Zhaoran.

He had already recruited a top-tier martial artist from the underworld, solely for the purpose of ending Chen Han once and for all tonight.

The two of them repeated such childish dialogue several times... Suddenly, Chu Mufeng sent over an image.

At that moment, Qi Ying walked out from behind the divination booth, a faint smile touching his lips as he watched Tang Wan'er depart.

Wuxi held Dandan affectionately in his arms as the joyous girl threw herself against him, then cast an awkward glance at the monk. The monk merely smiled, nodded, and walked away.

Apart from corrupt officials seeking to cozy up to unregistered imperial princes and defecting to the mountains, who else would lavish so many gifts on the Crown Prince all at once?

The arrival of the imperial edict threw the entire Palace of Imperial Noble Consort De into utter chaos, with every servant scrambling to find a way out for themselves.

He drank a large bowl of medicinal brew, his eye sockets deeply sunken, his brows haggard and sorrowful to a degree that was almost unbearable to look upon. A wave of unexpected relief washed over Miaolian: Ah, he was awake, he was finally awake.

The maternity ward of a hospital never closes its doors. Similarly, the final destination where mortals journeyed never shut its gates either.

His voice lacked its previous clarity, carrying a deep seriousness instead, and then she heard the dial tone from the other end.

When this matter was spoken of by Bai Yan, Jiang Mucheng did not find it particularly credible; however, coming from the lips of Lan Yixuan, it instantly became an undeniable fact that required no further verification.

Jing Yunxin's perspective made William feel somewhat sheepish. Having navigated the business world for so many years, this was the first time he had ever heard such a notion. These were originally fine traditions belonging to his own culture, yet he had failed to apply them to commerce—what a pity.

He had indeed passed out when he fell, but once the medicinal potency spread through his system, the bone-chilling cold shocked him back to consciousness. Though still unable to move, Shang Han was by no means a man who would easily surrender. He simply lay there, hoarding his strength until he heard Li Yang's footsteps.

Next, the cat-eye gemstone's unique hypnotic property brought his subconscious up to the surface, thereby achieving the desired hypnotic effect.

He remembered his younger sister once telling him that anyone who sleeps hugging themselves lacks a sense of security. Looking at Wen Rui, Gu Shaochen could not even fathom why his own heart was suddenly growing somewhat heavy.

Lily walked over in absolute disbelief, and sure enough, it was him, taking items out of the car one by one and handing them to the attendant for checkout. Catching sight of Lily approaching, he raised an eyebrow at her in triumph, his face radiating victory.

"Poof..." Before I could even make a move, I was utterly broken by that howl, collapsing onto the ground and beating the earth in despair.

"Indeed, the refinement and execution lore carried within the Haotian Cauldron contains no spiritual technique capable of refining solely the fruit malevolence spirits while sparing Elder Qinglu's physical vessel," Linglong shook her head. She wished to save Elder Qinglu, but alas, she did not know how.

Qian Zhengfang had worked overtime at home the previous night revising the materials, yet even after the revisions, she felt they still fell short of Hong Lifei's expectations. Having spent a sleepless night, she rushed to the detachment center at the crack of dawn.

Even though this was like a moth flying into a flame, it was enough to prove that Xingchen was a responsible man to whom one could entrust a lifetime.

"Hmph hmph~ You pathetic little demons actually dream of returning to the Demon Realm one day? Hahaha~ You're killing me!" Amidst the fiend's mockery, the monster's gaze quietly turned icy cold, though it vanished as fleetingly as a phantom. In the fiend's eyes, it was nothing more than a momentary hesitation.

Jiang Rou stopped her ferocious bread-eating, froze, and choked into a cough. The scene was far from pretty—messy and comical. Refusing to hold back, she coughed forcefully until her cheeks turned red, only gradually recovering. Tears of physiological reflex welled up in her eyes, and she forced them wide open to keep the moisture from spilling over.

"Ketchup, haven't you heard of it?" Lu Feifei picked up a slice to eat while sipping her milk.

"Precisely! After all, Jin Chi is a Supreme Elder; how could these elders of the Elder Hall dare not show him a sliver of respect?" Mentioning Supreme Elder Jin Chi only added a layer of disgust to Jin Chi's gloomy face.

Continuing to flee like this was no solution. The Blood Demon Hound possessed astonishing speed, and he would inevitably be caught sooner or later. He had to figure out a way to stall it.

Yet the giant tree merely shook its boughs, its foliage weaving into a shield that blocked the falling boulder.

The Yin Xian Ancient Zither was his weapon now. In other words, Bai Chen was best off utilizing the methods of a zither master at all times.

Over the past two years, Su Chengji had suffered misfortunes twice. All she knew was that the porridge her mother made for her father was prepared precisely this way.

Even an absolute layman could clearly see that this bronze divine tree was dead—perhaps using the word "dead" felt bizarre, but the Xuan King could find no other vocabulary.

Deathwing's attributes had also grown to cost 4 / attack 9 / health 8. These stats were far inferior to his original berserk state, and normally the total attributes of a three-star gold card could reach around 20 points, comparable to a four-star card. Moreover, apart from devouring cards, Deathwing's abilities seemed entirely useless in actual combat.

Young people of similar ages gathering together, set against the atmosphere of a university, always seemed to have an endless stream of topics to discuss.

Seeing that the day was still young, Shen Yi took me to dine at the Yanhui Tower. Yanhui Tower was a renowned establishment in Jiangcheng, boasting the city's finest culinary masters. It was bustling with guests every single day, brimming with lively energy.

He had originally thought he would never speak this name to a soul, yet he never expected to utter it in such a manner, at such a moment.

The Crown Prince was in the heat of his anger, and usually never bothered to put on the facade of a benevolent master in front of Zhixing. Consequently, that flying kick was delivered with immense force.

The sound of cracking echoed ceaselessly from beneath the ice, signaling an impending collapse. Having endured for hundreds or thousands of years, the ice sheet was finally giving way today.

Lacking an everlasting lamp, they used alcohol instead, while the wick was twisted from the cotton inside his own padded jacket; lacking a gong and drum band for accompaniment, Zhuoxiong used his own voice instead. In the old days in the countryside, there were professionals who specialized in wailing at funerals—the louder one cried, the livelier the mourning.

Wang Nuo respected such strength and understood the profound blow his subordinates had suffered under these circumstances; after all... even he found it somewhat terrifying.

One by one, siege ladders were raised. Though some still failed to set properly or were smashed to pieces by rolling logs and heavy stones hurled from the ramparts, the majority successfully anchored themselves to the battlements.