Volume 1 Chapter 27: Lynch Law

Incomodou a Princesa Doente e Possessiva, o Ministro Chora Todas as Noites Brisa de damasco 1189 words 2026-08-04 08:11:31

When Ning Yunshu woke up again, a full day and night had passed. Opening her eyes, she found herself in her bedchamber, where Nanny Gui hurried forward upon seeing her stir.

"Your Highness, please do not move about. The imperial physician said your wounds require several more days of rest!"

"Those of us in the Sword Domain were all born in the Human Domain, one of the Three Great Domains. Our roots are here, and here we shall live and die. Only by fulfilling the Three Proofs of the Sword Path can one hope to attain the Divine Path." Jian Xiu looked at Ren Boyu, and having spoken, he drew an ancient, rust-covered sword.

Wei Yan stood up, put on his shoes, and walked before Qing Xinyu, looking him up and down with a sneer.

Song Xianting pressed his hand onto Du Bazhi's shoulder; though there was no force behind it, it was enough to steady the man's rapidly pounding heart.

He and Meng Qingyi had long since decided to leave their fate to the heavens, indifferent to where they might be taken. Meng Qingyi only cared about having a bed, and he had no choice but to follow. Thus, the two of them squeezed one after another into the crowded carriage.

Rumors began to fly in all directions, and Mr. Ji caught a faint scent of political persecution amidst the disconnected gossip.

Gong Ren’s expression shifted, and he said, "Yes, we are leaving, but we are not running away—we are retreating." With that, he lunged at Zhao Siying, pinning him down. The soldiers on guard at the door had already been disarmed and bound by Wang Dayan and several other insurgent soldiers who had been lying in wait, their mouths stuffed with rags.

I walked to the fourth and fifth murals to take a look. It was true; aside from the first mural where he was seen standing on a platform facing forward, all the others depicted only his back.

The two began by trading blows, testing each other's strength and skill with every exchange.

Jiang Mingyue had no choice but to sit beside Qin Shi Huang, watching him and Zhang Liangyun drink and play finger-guessing games.

"What would you like for dinner? I'll make it for you." Having not rested well the night before, she felt a stinging sensation in her eyes all day, her voice heavy with fatigue as she closed them to drift off.

But no matter what I said, Deng Biao and his brothers were not in favor of it. Everyone agreed that my proposal to challenge the War God of No. 1 High School was far too risky. Even Long Shaowu, who was usually very bold, voiced his opposition today, saying my plan was ill-advised.

Zhan Beijie went over some final precautions, while Yuchi handled the items they had handed in, and Ren Fan stood by to distribute the supplies they would need for their departure.

Zhuang Shaofei said nothing more; he nodded and closed the door to the inner sickroom, leaving me alone in the outer lounge.

She had thought her hand injury was only temporary. She thought that once it was healed, all her problems would vanish. She never imagined it would end like this.

After twenty minutes of sprinting, the group finally reached a cliff face, where they saw a shocking sight in the distance.

A few steps outside the school gate, I caught sight of Zhao Xuanxuan. She was wearing a pink sweater tonight, looking so delicate, playful, and cute—a vision that made her the most radiant sight in the night.

I looked up toward the third floor, which was shrouded in a layer of black mist, rendering it impossible to see inside from the outside.

After advancing to the Supernatural Realm, Mu Bai’s physique was further strengthened, and his power surged. Combined with the Dragon-Tiger Combat Arts he practiced daily, the strength of a full-force palm strike could now exceed twenty thousand jin.

Walking ten meters away, I looked back. Huo Yi’s car was still parked at the compound gate. Yun Lai was leaning toward Huo Yi, her head tilted toward the steering wheel, seemingly discussing that so-called report with him.

"Jiu Jiu, since your work this time was such a success, why don't we go out for dinner and karaoke tonight to celebrate?" one of her colleagues suggested.