Chapter 47 Which of them is not better than you?

Xia Huajiao smiled even more radiantly.

It seemed that Jiang Heming had finally let go of his troubles.

Splendid!

Until half an hour later, Gu Zhaojing, covered in sweat, tightened the reins, slowed the horse's pace, and finally brought it to a complete halt.

Then, he dismounted with practiced ease, reached out, and firmly helped her down.

"You've just learned to ride, so don't stay in the saddle too long. Take it slow!"

Xia Huajiao obediently complied.

Just at that moment, she unexpectedly caught sight of Mi Yingyan.

To everyone's surprise, the one who reacted the strongest was not Donggo Myou-i, but the Eighth Princess Consort, who abruptly turned her head to look at Li Si'er.

Yijiu pondered for a moment, deeming the situation highly perilous. He immediately returned to the East Palace to pack his belongings, secured a horse, and galloped out of Haojing City under the cover of night. At that hour, neither the inside nor the outside of the city gates was aware that the throne had changed hands or that the Marquis of Qin had passed away, so his departure proceeded without a hitch.

When all the dishes had been served, the waiter retrieved a bottle of 1987 Lafite from the adjacent wine cabinet, uncorked it with a corkscrew, and slowly poured the wine into the goblets before each guest.

On this day, even though the entire sky was filled with chilling winds, and despite it being daytime, the gloom was as heavy and oppressive as the dead of night.

Even when she had just been dragged in and beaten black and blue, she had not felt this kind of agonizing torment.

However, Pang Qianyou did not get to see the Dowager Consort Jing as she had hoped; while the Dowager Consort Jing was waiting for the Emperor's decree, she was intercepted outside the palace gates by people from the Prime Minister's estate.

This attire made him look full of spirit, bearing a striking resemblance to how I looked in my youth. Gazing into the bronze mirror, for a fleeting moment, I felt as though I had traversed fifty thousand years of time and traveled right back to the past.

In truth, Xiang Qing often thought that her father must have known the baby's gender long ago; he probably had even made subtle inquiries ages ago, only choosing to keep it to himself.

Therefore, at this moment, Zhang Yi could only rely on timing to judge whether it was time to drop a certain herb into the cauldron.

It was much like losing an object, searching for it everywhere to no avail, and finally falling into complete despair—only for that very item to suddenly reappear right before your eyes. The surge of pleasant surprise was simply beyond description.

The three major factions outside the city had already begun to mass their forces, yet they refrained from launching an immediate attack. Clearly, they failed to grasp the situation and remained deeply suspicious of the garrison's retreat.

Within his body, various potent toxins already existed: Su Huan's cold poison, Murong Banruo's blood poison, and the venom of the Old Poison Thorn, among others. If he wished, he could easily employ these poisons as offensive weapons, but he considered such tactics beneath him and thus consistently refused to do so.

Emily cast a helpless glance at the eloquent Jingjing, silently praying that the chubby fellow would not develop a rift with her over this. She knew that though the fat guy usually appeared simple and honest, he was by no means foolish; the proposal Jingjing was about to voice would certainly not please him.

I instantly swallowed hard. Heavens, why did I only realize it now? By the time I came to my senses, Wu Sanniang was biting her lip, having already undone the top two buttons of her collar to reveal her collarbone.

Furthermore, this was not merely a simple mixture; rather, Zhang Yi had spent a full twenty thousand to purchase vast quantities of these four miraculous herbs, commissioning experts to deeply refine and blend them into a potent compound.

Yet, thinking of the high probability that Li Mengru was trapped by the terrifying Beast King in that projected world, Song Ming felt deeply dissatisfied with his own strength. Consequently, he decided to postpone his trip to the Floating Continent and head to the Jade Void Star first, both to reunite with his friend and to seize the opportunity to elevate his prowess.

With a surge of magic power, Song Ming's body soared like an eagle spreading its wings, abruptly propelling him upward. Leveraging his high-speed flight, he deftly evaded the eerie blue beam of light. Simultaneously, his hand clenched into a fist, magic power circulating smoothly, and within a few breaths, he landed multiple punches directly onto the Dema beast.

If I am not mistaken, Fatty Long means that even though Addison is formidable or possesses powerful backing, it ultimately doesn't matter, because a mighty dragon cannot crush a local serpent.

"It's hard to say. Normally, when we take on a mission, we work until it is completed. Don't assume our assignments are simple; this job is far more dangerous than any other. The positions the two of you are occupying right now belong to comrades who sacrificed their lives here not long ago," Qin Hao said, a trace of sorrow flashing through his eyes.