Chapter 54: Heartless Little Thing, Ungrateful and Unfaithful

“What? What did you say?” Gu Bin hadn’t caught her words, so he leaned forward, pressing his ear close to her lips.

“Xiyu, is there any soup left in the pot? Save a bowl for your uncle,” Chen Xiulan couldn’t bear to watch any longer. She coughed twice on purpose, interrupting their laughter and chatter.

“I feel like your mother doesn’t really welcome me,” Gu Bin, sensitive as ever, noticed something was off. He straightened, a little aggrieved. “Remove the word ‘feel’…”

These gluttonous demons had no features, only a gaping mouth, drooling, eager to devour anyone in their path.

But, after all, going to his house itself carries a hint of ambiguity… It’s no wonder she’d get the wrong idea.

Bai Xing’s tone was astonishingly calm, as if the person Zhang Yifeng spoke of had nothing to do with him at all.

An hour later, the emperor Liu finally ceased his movements. In that time, Ning Qi had explained to everyone some fundamental knowledge about the Realm of Divine Creation—such as how Divine Stones were ten times purer than Essence Stones, and that the lord of Haiya City was likely a strong cultivator at or above the seventh turn of the Imperial Realm, and so forth.

“The investigation went well. I’ll catch the plane tomorrow morning—should be arriving late at night,” Gu Yihan reported his schedule in a deep voice.

“I don’t know either,” Yilan You shook her head. She’d been picked up from the school gate by Long Tianqi, and hadn’t been told where they were going.

But last night, Ma Ruize had called her, clearly wanting to reconcile, and now he’d returned to the country. Why? What was his reason?

At this moment, Mo Li’s face was perfectly calm, her features cold and emotionless, as if nothing could ruffle her.

A tap on the computer, and a blue dot appeared on the screen, blinking as it moved across the flat map of the capital.

Zhao Mingyue, irritated, shook off the hand of the troublemaker surnamed Yun, who never stopped squeezing her hand, and strode back to her seat.

The Empress Dowager disliked Bai Zhi, and by extension, also disliked Biyu. As soon as she arrived at Fengyao Palace, she sent Biyu far away to the back courtyard to feed the white cranes.

By now, night had fallen completely. Apart from two lanterns hanging at the palace gates, not a glimmer of light could be seen on the streets where the Shi family lived. She glanced at the carriage before her, finely crafted, with phoenixes carved into its panels.

The poor heir of the Duke of Cheng sat at a table surrounded by people whose moods were as strange as the atmosphere, so stifled he could barely eat. Only when the old master arrived and took his seat at the head of the table between the Crown Prince and the Second Prince did he finally breathe a sigh of relief. Whatever secret intentions these people harbored, in the presence of his father, all they could do was put on a smiling face.

She was at a loss, caught in a storm of anxiety and anticipation. She didn’t know what she truly wanted; her mind, normally so clear and logical, now felt like mush—soft, muddled, stripped of any capacity for thought.

“Her Majesty is right,” Lu Zhen finished his cup of tea in a leisurely manner before making his way to the council hall.

Author’s note: My integrity is slipping away bit by bit along with Gao Yan’s antics. I’m so worried—what shameless thing will he do next?

The sixth prince was struck right in the heart by the masked man’s words. His face flushed, but then, thinking of the southwestern king’s debauched exploits—women in every port, arms around beauties left and right—he was instantly filled with righteous indignation. He couldn’t help but grip Bai Zhi’s hand more tightly.

Su Wan had only come to check on Su Han. Su Han’s birthday was in a month. She was born of a concubine, while Su Han had already seen and had the best of everything.

The wedding procession for the new bride finally arrived at the Xie family’s door, only for everyone to realize that it was not the second prince who had come to escort Xie Wanyu into the palace, but officials from the Ministry of Rites. The smiles of the Xie family members froze, though they dared not reveal their true feelings.

However, the conditions for a warrior to forge a “Heart Domain” were exceedingly harsh. Besides talent and arduous training, one also needed an unbreakable will.

“The message is: I’ve gone to the south. If I die, then Lord Xue, know that I was killed by Wang Jianfei.” Xue Xinzhu’s voice turned even colder.