Chapter 120: It Is Poisoned

Su Yun, who was feeding the birds, glanced at Su Meiqi and added, "The Mu family also has a daughter named after a solar term, Mu Chunfen. It’s a perfect opportunity for Mang to get close to her."

Su Meiqi had nothing left to say. She didn't have any decision-making power anyway, and being threatened had left her feeling quite disgruntled.

Cao Mang reminded them, "Stay home and behave yourselves these days, especially you, Yumeng..."

Because of the incident with Xueyan, Mao Leyan decided to return to the Mao family. The Princess Consort said she would have them visit the manor tomorrow; at the very least, she had to dispel Xueyan’s notion of marrying into the Prince's household. In the end, this was something she had brought up first, and she did not want to be the one paying the price for Mao Xueyan’s tragedy later on.

Wang Yue cast a glance at him. After a pause, he moved his lips, and the words that came out were squeezed from his throat, almost one by one.

"Let’s go there first and see." You Yi grabbed one child in each arm and hoisted them directly onto his shoulders.

In her previous life, Helan Yao had often traveled to various places to carry out missions; forging identities was practically her specialty.

Wang Yue never felt jealous of talented people; he always maintained an attitude of appreciation, whether it was the peripheral customizer Lin Qiaoqiao or Li Nan, who loved tinkering with cars.

Daoxuan’s expression was awkward. He thought to himself, given your lazy nature, if I don't offer you black silk stockings as a reward, would you even have any motivation?

"Then how could Father and Eldest Uncle not be happy? Every time Third Uncle returns, even if he only shows his face and leaves, they are happy for a long time," Su Ruhui asked, puzzled. The family reputation of the Qingzhou Su clan was quite good, especially between the legitimate sons, who were extremely affectionate toward one another; even among the concubine-born sons, there was rarely any backstabbing.

She gave the Third Young Master Mao a hard shove, causing him to stumble into the other two men. Mao Leyan’s force was just right to send all three of them sprawling to the ground.

The next morning, she was shaken awake by Xiuwan; it turned out the Empress Dowager had sent a physician from the Imperial Hospital who specialized in trauma and orthopedics to treat Su Ruhui.

That team was formed from the most powerful group of people; they were the hidden trump card in his hand.

She looked as pitiful as one could possibly be, placing herself in such a lowly position that the adults in the main hall could only sigh with emotion.

This nocturnal emerald, also known as black jade nightlight, is a special type of jade that emits a green glow at night. It is said that the emperor's bedchamber in the Qi imperial palace used this jade as a night light. Nocturnal emerald is not easy to come by; it is almost priceless and rarely available on the market.

He felt his body growing once again—from the womb to youth, from youth to old age, and from old age to death.

"Han Yuan!" Xiao Lingfeng embraced him tightly, pressing his palm down firmly. At the same time, he angrily raised his hand, and a dazzling flame, swift as a dragon, struck directly at Fan Ni and the black shadow.

On both sides of her temples, a beaded flower was pinned, and several flat hairpins were inserted into the bun at the back of her head, each also inlaid with diamonds.

One must know that Qu Bincheng’s current strength was only that of a first-stage Martial King, a vast distance away from a Martial Emperor. At this moment, holding the Light of a Thousand Needles was like a child holding the button to a nuclear weapon—both exhilarating and terrifying.

Therefore, just now, the Tianshan Tonglao had been desperately trying to probe the bottom of the pool with her spiritual sense while in the water, rather than impulsively diving in.

"Good, then let’s go out. Once we leave, this place will cease to exist!" Wu Ling said, pointing at the trial grounds.

Of course, they would still need to go to the ancestral temple to register the genealogy, but the ceremony required sacrificing to Heaven first, followed by the ancestors.

"A fatal disaster?" Gu Feng looked at those eyes, as calm and ripple-free as water, and asked with a faint smile.

If Gao Baowei could no longer sit still, he would naturally take action. Under the current circumstances, the only thing Gao Baowei could do was to find a breakthrough through Gao Ximeng, which was something Lin Jinhui was happy to see.

Dong Jian walked into the kitchen and had just set a pot of water to boil, intending to make some tea, when the door was knocked on urgently.