Volume 1, Chapter 25: Battling the Pack of Wolves

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After dinner, Tian Jiayin took a hot shower, but when it came time to sleep, a problem arose: where would she sleep?
"I am going to the Village Hidden in the Sound to find someone named Kimimaro!" Zhang Fan said, his tone flippant.
The Heavenly Concubine was a woman of great worldly experience; no trick could be hidden from her. Her heart was as clear as a polished mirror. Yet, for the moment, Xuan Zhenghao's ruse had successfully deceived her.
This Silent Monarch saw things far more clearly and thoroughly than they had imagined, and he was far more guarded against the imperial family than they had anticipated.
If the rustling sound had ceased, Luo Xue might have given up, but it was precisely because the sound continued incessantly that her curiosity grew. Realizing that the sound was moving upward, she curled her finger and tapped against the wall.
Although the envoy fell ill and died less than two years later—leaving no one to know which country, which ill-fated emperor, which audacious empress, or which heaven-defying prince it had been—the incident served as a sufficient warning to the royal families of other nations.
In any case, he understood that he would never see Situ Ling'er display such overwhelming joy.
"Follow the Young Master's orders! Retreat!" As long as the green hills remain, there is no need to worry about firewood. It would be sheer stupidity for them all to die here.
As she spoke, she scratched Hua Yuman's arm with her fingernails, stroke by stroke, like a cat clawing at something.
Let the past fade away with the passage of time. After six years, even if there had been deep hatred and darkness then, now there remained only a profound sense of vicissitudes and exhaustion of the heart.

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Mao Leyan also felt that she had acted on impulse at the time. Upon hearing that he was injured and that there was a mole in the palace, she had rushed in without a second thought. Looking back now, she realized that even without her, Mo Li and the others would have caught the traitor; her presence seemed entirely superfluous.
The rain had stopped the day before. The Xifu Palace had always been the residence of favored concubines, and the palace grounds featured the Green Ripple Pond, so the ground was mostly dry by now. Su Ruhui and Danzhu, holding Huo Hui’s hands on either side, walked across the soft earth without worrying about dirtying their shoes.
Perhaps a thousand lifetimes of cultivation could earn one the days of meeting and reunion, but with all memories gone, even meeting would hold no meaning.
He could confront Tian Buxie or even offend the entire Black Sea Hell, all because of that one lingering glance.
Lin Xiaohan left the Sinful Sea Hell with Xie Jiuhe, though only he knew it was solely because of those innocent, pleading eyes.
Hua Jiaoniang nodded. Watching Li Yuanhao walk out, she slowly opened her eyes, which were clouded with mist.
How unlucky. She was, after all, a patient right now, and her body was extremely weak. This dilapidated temple had likely been abandoned for a long time; forget about incense or offerings, even people rarely passed by here.
The current Mingguang Palace was in a state of severe decay. Even in winter, the palace, once filled with evergreen trees, had been lush with shades of emerald, but now not even the heavy snow could cover the withered, decaying leaves.
Hu Sanyuan ignored Di Qing and remained busy with his own work. Helpless, Di Qing could only accompany him in his hunger. It was not until dusk that Di Qing, unable to bear it any longer, ate something to settle his stomach. Yet, Hu Sanyuan remained unmoved, continuing his work.
Reaching the realm of a Dao Master was already an extraordinary feat. Ye Shaoxuan gathered his strength, planning to strike first.

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"It’s nothing, I just suddenly remembered it." Li Ru’s questions were written all over his face. Dong Zhuo decisively ended the topic regarding Ding Yuan; he certainly could not admit that he was worried about Lu Bu, the man who would eventually finish him off in the near future.
"Sister-in-law," Chen Yu called out with a smile. Since the wedding was at the end of the year, it was appropriate to call her that early. "This is a small token from Brother Qing and me. In the future, please take good care of my brother!" As she spoke, she produced a specially designed necklace, drawing gasps of surprise from the Guo family.
"Please have Director Qian Qiyue come to my office." Yang Jiazhen’s voice was calm, yet beneath it lay the force of a thunderclap. She could only wish Qian Qiyue good luck. "Very well, I understand." She heard her own voice cracking.
"Damn, this flame..." Ye Shaoxuan had suffered at the hands of the grass-and-wood giant's flames before, nearly losing his life to fire that seemed capable of burning everything to ash.
He was grateful for the current outcome. Of the two young masters of the Yang family, at least one knew how to love and how to pursue it. That was enough. There was no so-called sacrifice, nor were there the rumored backstabbing intrigues. I only have the responsibility of being an older brother, and the obligation of being a member of the Yang family.
"I’m not afraid of you playing dumb. In this world, you are mine, and you needn't think about running away," Ouyang Xue said indignantly.
Suddenly, the land where the An residence stood began to shake violently. Blood-colored clouds appeared in the sky, and the entire world was dyed crimson. Even in the middle of the day, sunlight could not pierce through that blood-red expanse.
Those dressed in finery, carrying branded handbags, and walking with their heads held high in towering heels were considered the wealthier ones. They cared about appearances and would not make a sound even if robbed. As long as they didn’t report it, the robbers’ status on this street would remain unshaken, and they would always have something to gain.