Volume 1, Chapter 32: Senior of Nine Provinces Academy — Yi Jingtu

The Qin-Bamboo Courtyard was built on the west side of the mansion. Originally intended as a guest wing, it was later left vacant because it was separated from the inner chambers by only a single wall, making it unsuitable for housing outsiders.

However, a shocking scene unfolded: our ice-cold beauty actually revealed a faint smile, offering a rare and gentle response.

"As for the Blood Wolf's Iron-Blooded Guard, though he holds the title of centurion, I am the only one who can command him. He is effectively my personal guard," Old Mo said, looking at Chu Ming.

Mo Jiangnan stopped looking down, turned, and leaped into the secret chamber. He was betting on this very moment.

She was dressed in a pale blue gown, layered with a sheer white silk outer garment that accentuated her graceful figure to perfection.

Adorned with several gold and jade rings, she dealt a harsh slap. A cut immediately appeared on Niannu’s face, with traces of blood beginning to seep out. Niannu, brimming with tears, dared not object and hurriedly ordered the coachman to return to the manor.

Yet, what impact would An Bei’s conspiracy to enter the mountains have on Ma Yi? At this moment, he was in Ma Yi’s hands; if Ma Yi wanted him to lick, he had to lick; if he told him to kneel, he had to kneel.

Lü Ban furrowed her brows tightly and pulled Concubine Zhou aside. "What is the Concubine doing? Do you dare to eavesdrop on the Master and Mistress?" Her plain features looked stern, making her appear all the more unapproachable.

That night was destined to be sleepless; whether it was Gongshu Chou or Yue Feng, all were tormented in the vast, dark night.

Gu Chenghui merely nodded and said, "Go out and order a pot of tea. Remember, make sure it is a full, piping hot pot." Seeing her determined expression, Xiqin turned and hurried out to fetch the tea.

She sat in the back of the car with her eyes closed, the world spinning before her, her mind filled with Jiao Ruyue’s expression and the venomous resentment in her eyes when she spoke those words earlier.

Of course, the most important reason was that all three of them had grown significantly, and their old clothes no longer fit.

Zhang Xiangsi did not believe it at all. After all, she had only recently sought out Tang Wanyi, who, let alone testifying against Zhang Ruiyuan, would not even reveal the slightest bit of useful information.

However, no matter how much Heng Yin regretted it, everything was beyond redemption. Fortunately, Heng Yin still had a son named Le Yu, which brought some comfort to Heng Ye.

He had gone missing, and the organization would naturally be suspicious and wary. As long as he kept his mouth shut and no one went to cause trouble for the organization, his family would be safe, and he would not be in any mortal danger.

"Audacious! Who are you to show such disrespect to the Princess!" a maid beside Heshuo immediately rebuked in a loud voice.

On the day of Zhou Hai’s birthday, the Zhou residence was exceptionally lively. Practically everyone of note in the capital came to offer their congratulations, and Zhou Hai’s students, naturally, were all in attendance without exception.

Chen Feng sat on the edge of the communal bed, his gaze vigilant as he scanned his surroundings. Although nothing bizarre had happened so far, he felt particularly uneasy, with a persistent sensation that a ghost might appear at any moment.

He wondered, if his Ling Long were still alive, wandering outside for so many years, would she have faced such desperate times? Would she also have been this isolated and helpless?

Everyone held their breath. What was Duanmu Hao doing? Su Xinyi was already in such a miserable state; surely he wasn’t going to continue hounding the Su family?

"It seems the situation in the Twin Star Kingdom is getting hot. Not only is there a war outside, but this Imperial Capital, while appearing unremarkable, is just as dangerous underneath," Li Dian remarked, clicking his tongue.

"Brother Linghu, please call Old Xu and tell him I have returned! I will wait for him in the conference room upstairs!" Ye Xu opened the door and walked toward the elevator.

Li Buchuo’s eyes were sharp as candles, piercing through the snowy night forest like a keen sword. From afar, he spotted the drowsy guards on the watchtower at the entrance of the manor.

But the next moment, a wave of inexplicable anxiety surged up again. Even the Immortals had been alarmed; just how deep did this conspiracy go? Were he and Zhang Jinyue being too arrogant to sneak into the White Dragon Temple at night?

"Abandon it if you must; what do I have to fear? But the premise is that you must treat me equally. You cannot treat me as a shadow of He Yonghui, otherwise I will..." Li Shaohui dared not continue, for Xia Xue was already preparing to open her mouth and call for Tang Fengling outside.

Susan knew very well that gambling had completely ruined Wang Xuefeng. She had tried to save him, but he had fallen in too deep, unable to extricate himself.

Li Buchuo paused at the gate of the manor. Looking up, he saw the two watchtowers on either side of the main gate—which was surrounded by sharpened wooden stakes. The two guards who had been shot were dead, one slumped over the railing and the other pinned to a pillar; they were as dead as they could be.

The place where Shi Qing landed was in the center of the palace, where many people from the Sea God Palace were passing by. They all glanced at Shi Qing, evidently not recognizing him.

"Chen Jian... I know you are in there. Stop sleeping and come out, will you?" Qilin’s gentle voice echoed in Zhe’s ears. Zhe remained rigid, holding his sword in a fixed posture without moving.

This god-like man was exactly like this; even standing there quietly, he exuded an incredibly intense aura.

If it weren't for the fact that Zhang Jiao carried so much weight, Cai Xu would certainly have noticed that there was a practical discrepancy in his earlier speculation regarding Zhang Ning's identity.