Volume One, Chapter 71: The Crown Prince Returns!

After Qin Bao left the palace, he deliberately went to see Huang Jiu at the Black-Clad Guards to discuss the timing and arrangements for heading north. He hadn’t expected Huang Jiu to arrive so quickly.

Earlier, he hadn’t noticed, but now, as he took a closer look, he realized just how beautiful the scenery on this mountain truly was.

Although he didn’t know what Meng Fuqu meant by her words, Rong Yue was certain it could not be anything good.

Indeed, looking at that wild creature, with a face that clearly said, “I know I was wrong,” Shota instantly understood that Izanami Yuzuru must have said something to him after returning.

Su Yao sized up Jian Zhaoying for a while. Once she was sure there was nothing wrong, she propped her chin with one hand.

Meng Fuqu was feeling terribly uneasy. Just as she looked up, she saw Rong Yue approaching her, a smile on his face.

Inside the Hall of the Three Pure Ones, Ning Que knelt uneasily on the meditation cushion. Li Ping’an stood to his upper left, while Qingxue and the others gathered on the right, watching the spectacle unfold.

Once Feishuang’s heavenly tribulation descended, for her safety, he would be unable to move forward to see the person ahead who was also undergoing tribulation.

So, stepping swiftly, he hurried to intercept the person before they could leave the villa, blocking their path.

Shi Huan studied carefully, silently comparing in her heart; it seemed Yu Wanwan wasn’t wrong after all.

But under the blazing sun, sweat dripped from her eyelashes, and sometimes even stung her eyes, yet she dared not wipe it away.

“What’s wrong with you? Are you not feeling well?” Lin Caihuan only noticed Zhao Jian’s twitching body and thought he must be ill.

When all was finally over, the top leader and four generals sat together—they needed to prepare for the future development of the capital.

Why did Casey build such a secret room here? Did he intend to hide the giants here? But how could they have gotten inside?

Soon, Qin Moyu spotted a relatively large palace ahead. The plaque read “Xuan Yun Palace.” It wasn’t particularly grand or luxurious, but was shrouded in immortal mist, appearing elegant and refined.

Gu Chen came out of it, face battered and bruised, dragging his injured body toward his own courtyard.

Not long after, the lobby manager, led by the waiter, came out with two bodyguards. After all, the owner of the purple card was considered on par with the proprietor of Silver Glory Restaurant. If anything happened to them inside, the consequences would be dire.

At last, the nine tornadoes surrounded Huang Xiaotian, and only then did he turn his attention to the nine monsters.

Luo, helpless, had to repeat what he’d just explained to Zhen Qian. Wu Yiyi, the silly girl, actually believed him. Whether she believed what Luo said or simply believed in Luo himself was unclear, but it didn’t matter.

If anyone dared make a move against their city, those who were here would immediately return to defend it.

“What did you say?” Qin Moyu’s eyes turned icy cold, a sharp chill flashing within his gaze.

Madam Yan had accompanied Nalan Xue for many years and was well aware of her thoughts. When Nalan Xue was heartbroken over Jiang Yue’s “death,” she was there. When Nalan Xue learned that Jiang Yue’s courtesy name was Qianye and, in her despair, shouted that she would drink the soup of oblivion in the afterlife to forget him, she was there as well.

She secretly resented the Emperor for his heartlessness. That day, she’d clearly told him they were running low on charcoal and needed to save it, or they wouldn’t survive the winter. No matter how angry he was, he couldn’t just disregard her life and death, could he? Did he really want her to freeze to death just to vent his rage?

Several days later, after Ji Ping’s examination confirmed the poison had been completely purged, I ordered the burning of the clothes and bedding, along with some other items, to prevent any chance of contagion from lingering objects.