Chapter 32: Affectionate and Romantic

“Because the night is long and I’m stuck looking after a fool, hungry and unable to sleep.” Xing Jue gently scratched at a strand of Si Yao’s fringe that fell over her eyelids, letting out a soft laugh as she leaned in and blew. The fringe was swept aside, revealing a spotless, radiant forehead that seemed to glow even in the dim light.

This person truly was... dazzlingly pale.

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“But the Thunder Team’s press conference has already begun. You’re too late and can’t go in,” the security guard waved, motioning for the two Chinese reporters to leave.

And as expected, Wen Tingyuan showed not the slightest intention to refuse.

Just as everything was put away, Zhang Quyi returned fresh from washing up, while Jiang Ying fumbled hurriedly with the zipper of her backpack.

In the heart of the new city, inside a building shaped like a six-pointed star, Liu Xijun sat elegantly behind her desk by the window, sipping tea as she listened to reports on dust removal and snow sweeping.

Now that the weather had turned cold, it was perfectly reasonable to send one of the staff to fetch an extra layer.

“Today, this princess will teach you the rules of the palace!” Puyang Li declared.

“What’s this?” Zhang Quyi paused in surprise, then a flash of inspiration struck him and he suddenly sank beneath the water.

Park Tae-yeon glanced back, then pointed toward the grill for Yoona, suggesting that it was warmer over there.

If only she could unravel this final secret, she would surely be able to trace the faintest clues about their whereabouts. At this moment, Chang’e was more focused than ever, racing against time.

“No, it can’t be, it can’t,” Tie Feng stammered. He understood perfectly what she meant, tried to speak, but could only scream in his heart.

Seeing this, Yifei’s heart sank. She spoke up quickly, signaling Lin Fang with her eyes.

Bursting out from under the covers, Lin’s mother suddenly realized something serious, snatched up her phone, and dialed out in a hurry.

She looped around the back of the public restroom via spider silk, climbed through the window, changed quickly into fresh clothes retrieved from her hidden backpack, and dashed toward the exit.

There was no mistake—it was Guo Daneng! Xia Yi instantly confirmed his earlier suspicion, pinched the strand of hair, and frowned in thought.

“Tell me, if there really is treasure from the former dynasty or someone’s hidden gold and silver down here, and we find it, do you think we could haul it all back to the Prime Minister’s residence?” Yan Su bumped Gu Changfeng lightly.

The ditch beside the fields was filled with dirty water and sludge. The carriage had plunged in headfirst, barely missing the horse. Seeing this, Fat Yu immediately performed a wind-control technique, and in no time at all, several strong gusts had pulled the carriage out. Chen Jue and Chu Hu hurried over, one to check the carriage, the other to tend to the horse.

“Then, Your Majesty—” The Empress wanted to ask if the Emperor had favored Consort Yun last night, but recalling his behavior in the latter half of the night, she suppressed the question halfway through.

After Yifei finished speaking, she shot a glance at Lu Zhanbo. He caught her cue, leaped over in mock excitement, and gave her a hug.

Li Jin wanted Chen Jue to stay and help, but Chen Jue pretended not to hear and slipped away. Li Jin shook his head in annoyance, muttering that Chen Jue was hopeless.

Parking the motorcycle, they rushed eagerly to the shore, where cerulean waves lapped at their feet, bringing a feeling of pure ease.

It was only then that Daoist Zhang noticed the three writhing bodies sprawled under the steps. He couldn’t help but suck in a breath—good heavens, in all his decades of demon-slaying, he’d never seen anything quite so outrageous.

But just as the sharp, deadly energy of the Severed Vein Sword was about to pierce Mu Qingxiao’s chest, a wall of spiritual energy materialized before him, effortlessly blocking the sword demon’s attack.