Volume 1, Chapter 23: Your Highness, Some Ailments Are Hard to Speak Of

Song Yaozhu swore that she only wanted to show concern for his health and had no other intentions whatsoever.

"My Prince, some illnesses may be difficult to speak of, but one must never avoid medical treatment out of shame!"

Veins bulged on Xie Liewei’s forehead. He suddenly felt that his temper was too good! How could he have tolerated such insolence from this woman in front of him? Had it not been for her face, she would have been turned into fertilizer long ago!

Xie Liewei ignored her, his mind occupied by a thought. There were many temples around the capital, with the most prosperous being the imperial Huangjue Temple. Yet, Song Yaozhu had chosen the furthest one, Dazhao Temple—though it was admittedly famous for granting prayers for progeny. Neither he nor Song Yaozhu had...

After the rain, De Shun emerged from his hut. Everywhere the fireball had passed, the ground was scorched black. De Shun felt a lingering fear; if he had dodged a moment slower, he surely would have been struck by lightning. Could it be that the heavens were warning him, De Shun, not to dig up people’s graves?

Shangguan Yace’s mind went blank. His cold, phoenix-like eyes were filled with shock, and he stood frozen, unable to move. He had never dreamed that Tang Qin would confess like this. The confession struck his heart directly, and all his defenses crumbled in an instant.

Suddenly, the sound of air being torn apart erupted in the forest, then continued like a string of firecrackers. Forest tribesmen, clad entirely in green, appeared atop the canopy of the great trees. Each held a heavy bow, continuously firing green arrows. Thousands of arrows, as thick as fingers, rained down as densely as a downpour.

"You all knew about today, didn't you?" Once the parents had left, Gu Ming began to settle scores. But his subordinates were disappointing; they couldn't even handle a simple task, and had blown the matter out of proportion.

All the fans at the scene clapped their hands enthusiastically, cheering. While marveling at Chen Zhiming’s voice, they were even more awestruck by his musical talent.

Ventriloquism is much simpler. People nearby can hear it, but because the ventriloquist’s lips do not move, others cannot tell who is speaking. Furthermore, for those who can read lips, it is impossible to discern what is being said from a distance.

If one could start from the land development and demolition projects in Zhuangle County years ago and use the incident involving Huang Zhizhou’s father to slowly uncover the dark secrets, it would certainly be possible to clear up the tricks played by the Guan brothers.

Liu Qingyan felt much like Yan Qingcheng. With her heroic spirit, she moved her lips several times while watching Ye Qing being besieged. She wanted to speak out, but constrained by Li Qingzhao’s teachings about the importance of the big picture, she could not reveal that she and Ye Qing had conspired to assassinate the Jin envoy.

With his current strength, trying to contend with the entire Holy Elephant Dynasty was like an egg striking a stone—entirely unrealistic.

Although he had his suspicions, Hashimoto Ishida could not help but step forward and ask Han Donglin about the identity of Ku Cao.

Hu Siqing’s eyelashes trembled. He reached his palm out from under the corridor’s eaves, and the snowflakes melted the moment they touched his skin.

He had originally intended to lure Feng Yulou to Jingzhou to delay the wedding date, hoping she would be so angry she would call off the engagement. He could then swoop in, offer comfort, and in her grief, let her see that he was the right man for her, eventually finding a way to marry her honorably.

The Heavenly Demon Emperor was startled. He knew the value of the Soul-Burning Heart-Condensing Fruit; all twelve of them would be of immense benefit to his soul’s recovery.

The two agreed on a story and focused their efforts on finding a way out of the desert. At the next sunrise, they continued eastward and finally escaped the desert, returning to the northern frontier.

Late at night, Liang Nanzhu and Liang Yizhen were woken from their dreams, their hands and feet bound and mouths stuffed, jolting together inside a carriage.

The carriage stopped slowly in front of Third Aunt’s tavern. As the driver Zhong Can announced their arrival, Zhong Cheng ran out from the tavern and bowed to Ye Qing outside the carriage.

Since she arrived, Jiang Suwen had noticed. That gait—she was a woman who had experienced the affairs of the world; how could she not know?

"I said before the match, Kobe, you need to go into the low post more. It will make your play much more comfortable. Remember, minimize long-range shots and forced attempts," Chu Xuan said with a smile.

Gently brushing his lips against Shishi’s, Wang Yan felt a fragrance—a faint floral scent—that left him intoxicated, deeply intoxicated.

Xiao Yang thought for a moment, then set his heart at ease. He had no intention of confirming anything with Lan Xin. Since he had entrusted the matter to her, he did not want to hover and question her; he should show her more trust.

From then on, the Tuman tribe dared not cast their eyes toward Jizhen again, and could only focus their energy on the Liaodong region.

He picked up his watch to check the time. It was morning, yet the sky remained pitch black. In this underworld, there was likely no such thing as day or night.

"Sigh, I hope I am just overthinking! My true form is on its way. Whether the Master’s avatar was attacked by soul magic, we will know soon enough!" Ye Xing said solemnly.

This type of sorcery, though originating from Maoshan, was universally recognized as evil and incredibly vicious. Masters proficient in ghost-raising would rarely use it.

There were numerous demons here, with demonic energy boiling, and countless venomous insects and toxins. It was impossible to find a suitable place to camp on the ground, so staying in the towering trees was relatively safer.

Galvanized, James took action. He scored two consecutive goals, telling his teammates that the game was not over.

"When the time comes, this subordinate will exert all my efforts. Please rest assured, Hall Master," the man named Dayuan replied, cupping his fists.

As Jiang Haoran cast his spell, the spiritual energy within a hundred miles of Medicine King Mountain was stirred, surging toward the mountain. Nearby experts involuntarily frowned, their eyes turning toward the direction of Medicine King Mountain.

"Seventh Sister, I will come to help you then!" Jenny followed closely behind Zhen Fu.

As for Tang San, the God of Destruction, and the previous God of Evil, they had no mood to care about anything else.

Later, as the national strength grew increasingly robust, Longyan, in order to catch up with the world’s advanced military powers, underwent a massive expansion with the support of the military department.

Then, the two put their heads together to comfort each other. The scene was in an uproar, but everyone felt a mix of complex emotions in their hearts.

"Do you know what kind of enemy you are facing? Even if you win this time, so what? Don't forget, you are facing the hostility of an entire world. Though I do not know what is keeping those high-level virus-infected creatures outside your city, preventing them from stepping in..."

Thus, in the same season, some only needed to wear slightly thicker clothing, like Si Niang and her group, while others needed to wear leather garments inside and out, like the Wild Fox tribe.