Chapter 065: Yao Zhe

"That's right, I've waited for me—I'm Xiao Mei—for many years, and she didn't lie to me." Although Hu Xiaomei was still very young, Yao Zhe believed he could afford to wait. He had originally intended to confess his feelings when she grew up, but to his surprise, this little girl, worried that her mortal sisters might not live to see her wedding, actually wanted to raise a child husband. Yet, this was just as well; it gave him the chance to confess in time, and they could be together openly.

Still, he felt a measure of gratitude toward the girls before him. If not for them—

Liu Zezhong had always maintained a friendly demeanor toward Mao Leyan; it was unprecedented for him to appear at Mao Garden in such a fury as this time.

As night fell and the sun concealed itself, the roar of an engine broke the silence. A car crashed straight through the gates of the manor; Klein rushed out without a second thought, glancing back from time to time. Only when he saw no one chasing him did he finally relax.

Were it not for the hatred sustaining Chun Caining, she likely would have fainted long ago.

Those who could wield magic might survive three attempts at most; for someone like her, an ordinary person without any magical skill, enduring even the first was impossible.

Sun Wukong returned from the Netherworld to the mountain, boasting to his fellow monkeys before sending invitations to all the demon kings. For Sun Wukong, breaking through the underworld was a feat worth bragging about—it had to be known by all.

Both car doors opened at once. Everyone was eager to see which scoundrel had driven them into such a mess. The masked man was the first to step out; his gaze was like a pair of blades, making it impossible for anyone to meet his eyes.

Just as Wang Yue was about to sleep, the door creaked open. Lin Duo'er slipped in, eyes darting with mischief, and locked the door behind her.

He trusted that Qu Bai, with his intelligence, would understand his intention. Whether he would act accordingly remained to be seen—for the human heart is ever-changing, and no one can say for certain.

Hongyuan was startled, rolling over and scrambling to his feet. He snatched up his monk staff and stared at the wolves, swallowing nervously.

Qin Tian's attack seemed simple, but every move was a lethal strike; with nine-colored source energy, he conjured a sword dragon to launch his assault.

"Could it be that my old eyes have finally failed me?" Shi Lechong listened to the two women exchanging questions and answers, somewhat confused. His feelings were mixed; back then, he hadn't paid attention to every detail. Now, trying to recollect, he found his memory blank.

Lu Yun's father and the others did not reply at once; instead, they devoted themselves day and night to the study of Y-Matter.

Su Man of the Su Clan was burning with anger, unable to find an outlet—and now, someone had come to deliver themselves to her wrath.

Indeed, the family maxim of the Shen Clan dictated that a public official must be upright and serve the people wholeheartedly—but in the current reforms, which of Qian Jun's policies was not for the people's benefit? In contrast, the Shen Clan's supposed devotion to the people now seemed hollow and insincere.

Although he was the top commander of the Guangdong Eastern Garrison, some of his deputy commanders did not belong to his own faction. After all, the Yi family consumed two-thirds of the region's resources; some had to be left for others.

Though being a stepmother was never easy, if the children were well-behaved and the Xiao family had financial means, life would not be too hard.

In the last two years of Emperor Jiayou's reign, his mind became muddled. Fortunately, the Yongchang Emperor had already gained enough strength to contend with Liu Linshen; otherwise, the history of the Jirong Dynasty might have been rewritten.

Though he was absent from court, he was well aware of the happenings in the Dark Palace. Becker, having failed in his strategies, had incurred Lucifer's wrath; coming here was nothing more than seeking psychological balance.

Silver wings swept through the sky—in an instant, it was as if the reaper howled past. At the celestial level, a silver beam tore through heaven and earth.

Often, misfortune arrives so suddenly. Minghe, shameless in his pursuit of treasure, caught not only Yang Zheng off guard, but even Houtu beside him. Though all three were guests of Zixiao Palace, Houtu couldn't claim to fully understand Minghe—but she never imagined he would stoop to such madness.