Volume 1, Chapter 63: She hoped Xie Liwei would hurry over, as she had no desire to spend the night in the imperial palace.

"Third Miss Song, you vicious woman! Get out here before this Princess! I'm going to rip out your heart and liver to see if they're pitch black! How dare you ruin my reputation like this! Ahhh! I'm furious! I'm going to kill you! I'll kill you!"

Before Song Yaozhu even reached the reception hall, she heard Princess Yongle's furious roaring, immediately followed by the sound of porcelain crashing to the ground and shattering.

"Third Miss Song, you vicious woman! How dare you slander my reputation outside! You insidious and cunning woman! Come out! Get out here!"

"Why is the Princess calling me?"

The moment Song Yaozhu spoke, Yongle stopped her smashing rampage. She stared blankly at Song Yaozhu, as if she hadn't expected her to actually come out...

Promptly, Prefect Tu hurriedly exchanged a glance with the Ninth Concubine, who then quietly withdrew without a sound.

Anyway, he had long grown tired of delivering food, acting merely as a cog in the social machine with a dull and monotonous life.

Clearly on his own turf, yet facing Qin Feng's piercing, hawk-like gaze, Qiya could not control the rising fear in her heart.

He could tell that the visitor was targeting Madam Xu; perhaps the family's current miserable state was the doing of this very person.

In truth, this wasn't too difficult. The real challenge was that once they broke through and escaped to Junlin City, they would have nowhere left to find refuge and would be forced to flee outside the city walls.

Song Quan, leading Li Kaicheng, Qi Hai, and the others, welcomed him into the room with the utmost reverence, as if greeting their founding patriarch.

"This is a venom-coated blade!" The young man's expression changed. He reached out to grab a mouse and used the knife to make a slash across its body.

For this meant that the capital would not go to war, the common people would not be dragged into the flames of battle, and above all, it meant that Qin Feng had already reached a certain consensus with the imperial court.

She and Feise arrived before the final barrier, a Ferris wheel that resembled an oversized clock.

Nangong Yuanyi knew where the malignant tumor was, but without concrete evidence to bring down the Lin Manor, he would not act rashly. Even so, today's events would undoubtedly keep certain people terrified for quite some time.

Everyone was startled, never expecting that Ye Lingfeng, despite being in a weaker position, could launch a counterattack and severely injure Cang Xuanzi.

Since when had External Force Grand Completion—comparable to the strength of elite military kings—and transcendent Internal Force experts become as common as dirt?

With a bone-chilling coldness in the depths of his eyes, Murong An got out of bed and swept his gaze over everyone present, lingering particularly on Murong Jue, who wore an expression of utmost solicitude.

He had a dream in which he finally saw Mommy, but she didn't recognize who he was and turned away heartlessly.

"How is that possible? This is a treasured weapon, yet it was smashed like this with a single punch!" The middle-aged man's heart trembled. Following that, a powerful shockwave surged from the longsword, directly blasting the middle-aged man backward and carving a deep trench into the ground.

"Can't I come looking for you just because nothing's wrong? We haven't seen each other in ages, let's chat." Principal Yu tossed a cigarette my way and said with a smile.

"Keep crying and you'll go sleep in another room by yourself. All your bad habits surface the moment your Mommy is here?" Su Zelin scolded with a stern face, itching to toss him out.

What Zhao Yunhan voiced was precisely what the others were thinking; this group of people thoroughly detested such political occasions. Now that those big figures had all departed, the remaining ones were all familiar friends and partners, naturally freeing them from any need for restraint.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" At that moment, figures continuously darted out from the depths of the Heavenly Alliance, standing beside the old man. The auras they emitted were all those of supreme experts.

I needed to gather a group of people I could trust implicitly to fight alongside me for justice in order to achieve final victory. Only then could I feel entirely at ease leaving Rongcheng to search for Zeng Jing.

"I'm actually not that much of a homebody," Tan Qingkai said as he sent a chat message using his phone.

For a full month and a half after the apocalypse, she had been trapped inside a plastic container, meaning she had missed out on experiencing the hellish misery humanity faced when the apocalypse first struck. This was undoubtedly fortunate, and it was the reason she could still maintain such a sunny disposition.

However, most of this place was just like the streets outside, filled primarily with clothing stores, shoe shops, and restaurants. They could only gather some necessary apparel, but Wen Luming was fortunate enough to spot a cluster of children's clothing stores on the third floor. Delighted, she collected every single piece of children's clothing available.

In an instant, her body was covered in dense, fine red feathers, and her skin seemed to burn with a layer of flame. At the same time, massive sheets of fire erupted around her, while brilliant red rays shot directly from her eyes.

Melin sighed... Fortunately, this was inside her own wizard tower; otherwise... it really would have been quite troublesome.

The moment the prelude sounded, Moo Haohsung took the lead in cheering, and the present fans of both the culinary show and Lee Hyori naturally joined in, shouting along.

"Now that you're here, don't even think about escaping! Since I could lure you here so openly, I never intended to let you leave!" Li Yunshen said.

In everyone's impression, Professor Jiang was elegant and poised. Even if her lectures strayed from the material, they were at least orderly, combining grace and poise with equal parts beauty and charm. Which male student wouldn't call attending her class an unadulterated pleasure?

The moment the team disbanded, Shen Hao and Fang Ting—who had been waiting nearby for a long time—clasped hands and went off to dinner, entirely ignoring the murderous glares of countless single dogs present.

As a specially recruited student, his grades were usually far from optimistic, but this Liu Ming's college entrance examination score sheet was bizarre: he scored 90 points in mathematics alone, while leaving every other subject blank with zeros.

Once the waiter finished tidying up the room, the leaders, fueled by alcohol, excitedly began belting out songs on the karaoke machine.

The tangled factions and power networks of the current imperial court were crystal clear to those with a sharp eye in the political arena, but everyone spoke in grand, high-sounding generalities full of lofty principles. Without digging deeper, it was truly difficult to comprehend their underlying meanings.

"Fang, respected Mr. Fang, I'm so glad to see you here. Let me introduce you; this is my fiancée, Katie, Katie Bondley." Upon seeing that Fang Weiquan had noticed him, Conrad naturally greeted him warmly, taking the opportunity to introduce his fiancée to Fang Weiquan.

Li Qiang gradually began to understand the core of the ministers' debate. They were divided into a war faction and a peace faction, yet both sides demanded the initiation of peace talks as soon as possible. The war faction hoped to use negotiations to buy time, while the peace faction intended to avoid armed conflict to the greatest extent possible, knowing that once war broke out, the nation's vitality would be severely crippled and recovery would take years.

After entrusting the aftermath of the Aihua Restaurant to the white police officers, Chen Hao, surrounded by a cheering crowd, happily returned to his resting apartment.

The Cuis of Changshou Fang might still have had some distant kinship with Cui Riyong if traced far enough back, given they shared the same surname and place of origin. However, tracing their genealogy back three generations proved they were not of the same family, meaning they could not be implicated when Cui Riyong was convicted. Thus, they remained unharmed for now, though their official prospects were rather bleak.

"No, I haven't reached the requirement to play in the starting lineup yet. To be honest, I really want to start, but I still lack experience," Zhou Yi replied calmly.

Naturally, possessing high political awareness, he knew very well what news could be reported; anyone who went to conduct that kind of interview would simply be committing a grave professional error.

He had no idea how long he flew like this, until his back suffered a heavy impact—he must have slammed violently against a rock wall.