Volume 1, Chapter 41: Why Can't Song Yaozhu Be His Woman?

A moment ago, she had fled the theater with Xie Liwei to avoid being the center of attention; now, she found herself being scrutinized by the Imperial Noble Consort and her entourage in the Imperial Garden.

Her hand was still clutching Xie Liwei’s belt. She tried to pull it back, but the man gripped her hand firmly, his strength not to be underestimated.

"Let go!" Song Yaozhu hissed through gritted teeth, keeping her voice low.

Xie Liwei curled his lips in a look of triumphant vengeance, gripping her hand even tighter.

Song Yaozhu gave a sharp tug, but it wouldn't budge. She gave up.

*Forget it,* she thought, *it's not like I haven't embarrassed myself before.* She leaned half her body against Xie Liwei, buried her face in his chest, and pouted, "This is all your fault, Your Highness!"

Xie Liwei resisted the urge to push her away...

But just yesterday, Song Zhi and Si Fan had been at each other's throats, with Song Zhi constantly targeting her. How could his attitude have changed so completely in just one day?

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Zhang Chengxian, out of nervousness, let out another fart—this one even louder than the last.

Although it was unclear how Lawrence’s men had breached the perimeter, the only option now was to eliminate them all. After Meng Zu vaulted over the castle gate, he immediately pulled an M6 assault rifle from his storage space and charged toward the site of the firefight.

However, they were up against Hela, who was tethered to Asgard. As long as Asgard existed, Hela remained immortal, her power inexhaustible, which ultimately resulted in a one-sided slaughter.

This was a tough, highly malleable metal. Under normal conditions, it was incredibly light, but once infused with energy, its density would increase significantly, making it incomparably hard.

Old Master Jian was the only doctor she had found so far who could guarantee a cure for her son’s illness. If he refused, who else could treat him?

Unlike the ordinary pills found on the market, these were refined by an alchemist, involving careful roasting in a furnace, mastery of various heat levels, and the precise fusion of medicinal herbs to unlock their maximum efficacy.

Rong Ying’s face flushed red. Fearing she might say something else inappropriate, Tang Yan quickly gave her a meaningful look.

He always had a feeling in his heart that even if he were to be transferred to the provincial level, he wouldn't land a good position. Moreover, many of the current roles were already occupied by people with connections. There was also the push for rejuvenation; cadres in the city were now in their thirties, while some in the townships were only in their twenties.

As Zhi Hu spoke, she sat to the side and laughed. Given the recent events, even if things were to continue like this, she would have no choice but to address them. If he could fully grasp the current situation, that would certainly be for the best.

Hidden in the shadows, where she could not see him, he watched that most magnificent bridal sedan in the world drift further and further away, finally vanishing from his sight, finally vanishing from his life.

He was already weakened by a chronic illness and had suffered a severe blow from the Heavenly Mansion; his strength had not yet returned to its peak. Besides, who knew how many arrows there were, or which faction those outside belonged to?

What is meant to come will come; there is no hiding from it. Nan He finally understood this, stood up to tidy his clothes, put on his shoes, opened the door, and walked out.

The sound of a bowstring resonated through the forest. Bu Qianhuai tilted his body, and a sharp arrowhead flew past, grazing his chest. Instantly, dozens of figures leaped from the forest, and Bu Qianhuai realized he had been ambushed.

"How is this possible!" Although he was shouting in his heart, he could not let such emotions show on his face.

Clearly, she and Wei Yuanzi had once shared a relationship like that of Nan He and Di He. Why had they grown so distant over time, the chasm between them ever-widening?

In truth, what the mayor had said to Ma Lixin was genuine. He had even reached out to leaders in key departments who had agreed to his reasonable requests. Ma Lixin, however, was unaware of this, or perhaps he still viewed the mayor and himself as two opposing forces. Gradually, the rumors died down—which was exactly the intended effect.

But today, at this moment, in this scenario, Lin Feng truly blushed, and he blushed thoroughly.

Looking up occasionally, Ye Lan noticed the hair on Tian Lu’s head beginning to turn gray, and she suddenly spoke up.

Lakonbe’s tone was certain, but Oras only gave a bitter smile—who was to say that something which hadn't happened couldn't happen?

At any other time, hearing the name Makelele would have made Zhao Yaning retreat three times over. But in this match, it was his willingness to fight tooth and nail against him that had bolstered his courage.

Hongjun choked, then felt the icy, cold blade of a scythe press against his waist.

Another consideration was that after ten years, when he gained full control of the body, Pangu would be too powerful for all the gods to defeat by joining forces... Regardless, they were companions, and no matter how much of a scoundrel he was, he could not help but protect his own.

Of course, they had to be absolutely certain they could withdraw afterward; otherwise, all their efforts would be in vain. The best method for extraction, naturally, was to take hostages.

As for Feiyun, Jingfeng, Nonghua, and the others, they were old friends with Liuyue and inevitably felt some attachment to her. They had only just learned of her betrayal, unlike Liuyue, who had been suspicious of Chuixue for days, so they would inevitably need time to process it emotionally.

"Because—I’m going to tear his head off and kick it like a ball!" As he spoke, Nie Feng swung both arms and smashed them into the fat man’s crotch.

In the faint yellow light emitted by the storm lantern, Ou Qingying’s face appeared dark and hollow, her thin lips pressed into a line. It was impossible to read the emotion in her eyes; she only knew that, at this moment, the man’s gaze was colder and darker than a frigid winter night.

At the same time, through this reminder, he was telling Zhao Yaning: the one who worried, exhausted himself, and busied himself for this team was Raul.

Inside the portal was a narrow mountain passage, only wide enough for one person. It was dark and gloomy; although it was daytime, the light was extremely faint. After walking several dozen yards, things became indistinguishable. Li Zhentian lit his fire starter and continued forward.

Unless someone was willing to cast a limb-regeneration spell on him and he underwent years of retraining, he would have no chance of returning to his peak state.

When Gu Changle noticed that everyone had suddenly fallen silent, she, too, turned her gaze toward Song Yunxuan.