Volume 1, Chapter 58: Lady Shi, will you watch this prince die?

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"Doctor Mo, how is my son?" Xiang Xi grabbed Doctor Mo's arm and asked anxiously.
Meanwhile, at the Eighth Prince's residence, although today was clearly the day of the Emperor's return, the husband remained hoarded at home, refusing to go out to greet the imperial procession or pay his respects at the palace. Eighth Princess Consort, dressed in her highest-ranking formal court attire, had waited for a long time, yet her husband showed no sign of moving.
However, there is no medicine for regret in this world. No matter how much she regretted it now, the situation left no room for change.
Yijin closed her eyes fiercely, her nails digging into Sanniang's shoulder, and the two sisters remained locked in that stalemate for a full quarter of an hour.
She had assumed it was merely another object seized and plundered by Tulan, and had barely managed to put on an earnest expression to lecture her, when she was completely choked by Tulan's sudden words.
Mo Jingran did not call Cheng Yuhan, but instead dialed the landline at home. After housekeeper Mrs. Li answered, he gave a few brief instructions, hung up the phone, and headed straight for the Mirage.
His maternal uncle was his imperial mother's full brother. Even though they had never met, he longed to do his utmost to show his filial devotion to his uncle.
She began to slowly undulate her body, sending a heavy shudder through him. He met her movements with an unbearable yearning, breathing deeply as his gaze became all the more entangled with hers.
Lin Dong nodded, his face blushing slightly. He truly had not expected that Xiang Tianci would utter such bold words.
Wu Jiu and Dao Ye were one thing; with their profound internal energy, it was barely understandable. But since when had Jingchu become so formidable?
Lan Feihong, who was meditating and practicing, was suddenly awakened by a knock on the door. He got up and opened it, only to find a stranger's face. The person was wearing the Daoist robes of Mount Qingcheng and appeared to be a disciple of cultivation.
Through Head Eunuch Wang's secret report, the King of Chechi learned that Lang and Qing Qiudao had no intimate contact whatsoever. Overjoyed, he once again hosted a farewell banquet for Lang and his party at the State Guesthouse, presenting Lang with a large batch of local specialties from Chechi as souvenirs.
So, this too was a demonic fiend, Lin Yi exhaled a long breath, continuing to recall the words of Blood Cliff.
Furthermore, he was explaining Li Qingran's condition as he spoke, detailing the reasoning behind his acupuncture technique. This completely opened Song Yaoxian's eyes; he had never imagined witnessing such a spectacle from a young man.
Chen Fan waved his hand. Regardless of everything, this was still the Lu family estate, and he could not afford to act too arrogant.
Hearing this, Shen Man understood that this was out of consideration for her. After all, with so many educated youths in the collective household, if she were still made to work despite being ill, how disheartening would that be?
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Shen Man's expression turned cold. How could she possibly agree to such a thing? Leaving aside the fact that this was specially arranged by Gu Chen.
Yet the Emperor somehow felt he was crying; after all, what Beauty Lin had said earlier was indeed too excessive—using veiled criticism and calling a stag a horse. Believing that Yuyu had never done anything wrong, he felt a pang of heartache.
Just as she had promised the old lady earlier, as long as she did not make a fuss, Qin Muyao was more than happy to share a portion of food with her.
After all, the soft-sleeper compartments here had restrooms, and people rarely ventured outside anyway. Where else in the corridors outside was there room to walk around? It was far more spacious than these private rooms.
Su Xi looked at Lu Youzhen in surprise, then turned to look outside, only to find it still completely tranquil with not a single shadow in sight.
It was said that Mo Zhen liked Su Moxin so much that he had knelt in front of the Grand Tutor's mansion for a day and a night just to beg for her hand in marriage.
Yue Xuan's heart stirred with massive ripples, yet her expression remained perfectly calm. Surely it wasn't what she thought it was, right?
Qin Huiwan over there at the Shuntian Prefecture, along with Gao Zi'an from the Ministry of Works—these two major employers of labor—couldn't care less whether those places blew up or not. Their only concern was whether there were enough laborers.
As for the sordid affairs among the four major families of Liuli City, none of them lacked any. Engaged in a long-term state of mutual hostility, they naturally tried their utmost to gather dirt on one another.
Because Heavenly Sovereign Zhenyu and the others were worried that Tiger and the others were too hot-headed and incapable of signing an agreement with the opposing side, the representatives of Dragon City did not attend the negotiations and signing.
The bandits, however, were in an uproar, refusing to believe that such a young man could have slain the renowned Thunder-Chasing Leopard.
Lu Jin rested for a moment, took a Rejuvenation Pill out of his spatial pouch and swallowed it, then sat cross-legged in meditation.
Upon learning that the current Yue Xuan was a wealthy person, Fang Ping and Tong Xin, aside from a touch of envy, unhesitatingly began ordering dishes. It ruins the sentiment to talk about money with a wealthy woman.
"What does this have to do with Mengjun? It's common knowledge that Big Brother likes you," Qihuan said in puzzlement. Yet he knew that no matter what, Big Brother would never openly compete with him for her.
Not only was Zhao Manwan curious about this milky-white liquid, but Shang Hongyi, Yue Lingqing, and the others also cast their gazes over one another.
"Abominable! When I return, I must report this and dispatch a great army to wipe them out completely," said Long Jun.
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Along the way during breakfast, Swordsman learned the detailed condition of the estate from the housekeeper, and then generously掏出 (fished out) ten thousand silver taels, entrusting them completely to the housekeeper to purchase everyday necessities and essentials for the residence.
The chieftains of the Shinto Sect had already been annihilated; what mood did Qitian Shou have to bother with these slippery fish? Taking the Howling Celestial Dog to lead the way, the group of several people charged directly into the Tang Valley, penetrating deep into the areas forbidden to the members of the Shinto Sect.
Tang Seng's Heaven-Incinerating Divine Palm was able to pierce through them and blast the heavenly generals behind, yet it failed to defeat these ten divine generals.
"Such is fate and destiny. Coming here today is to restore justice to you and bring you up to the heavens to cultivate," Wang Hao said.
"Brother Wu, don't speak too early." At this moment, Chen Qingxuan's battle intent was completely ignited.
Those who had not reached the Supreme Realm had their bodies completely melt upon encountering these green mists, until they vanished entirely.
"Really?" Zhu Bajie turned back to look at Tang Seng, the sound of his weeping subsiding slightly.
Wan Yan'yu chuckled softly. He truly had picked up a treasure. Pulling Yu Qingmei tightly into his embrace, he quietly relished this long-awaited bliss.
Mao De had already been flung aside just moments before. With only one leg, his balance was abyssal, making it impossible for him to exert any force.
The immortal sword hovered in the air, its tip pointing straight at Hongfu's location. A sword light flashed across its body, transforming it into a ten-meter-long giant sword.
To force the Dirong army to show themselves, wolf smoke had to be lit at every beacon tower. Upon seeing the smoke, the Dirong army would rush over. The thousand Scarlet Shadows sent out by Chu Chen were tasked with lighting the wolf smoke at various beacon towers, while monitoring the movements of the Dirong army so they could report back at any time.
In the main hall, aside from the Second Master of the Merciless Valley, everyone else was a familiar face. Tianlei casually dragged a chair over and sat down beside them, beginning to savor the romantic affair that had just unfolded.
Hearing the cries rising one after another, Liu Zhengying revealed a satisfied smile. Winning this battle so effortlessly without losing a single soldier undoubtedly boosted the morale of the disciples.
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