Volume 1, Chapter 29: Whose Spy Is Lin Qingwan?

Lin Qingwan looked up in disbelief. Why would he be so suspicious? She had only just arrived at the General's Mansion with her mother that day; how could she possibly have drugged Mo Lingxuan? Where would she even find the capability to do such a thing?

"It was not me. If Your Highness does not believe me, then just order my execution."

Hearing Lin Qingwan once again begging for death, Chu Linyuan was so enraged that he smashed the teacup on the table with a single punch.

"I am sick of hearing that phrase."

Jiang Yi feared neither death nor torture, yet he did not wish for anyone to be implicated because of him.

Li De nodded hurriedly and took Mei Mo to the side to explain the palace rules, though his eyes kept darting back, filled with curiosity about the Ninth Prince and this newly arrived Lady Leng Yu.

Meanwhile, his consciousness expanded infinitely, pouring into the depths of the black hole within the Immortal River, beginning to capture fragments of the Immortal River's laws.

"Are you a magician? Can you use magic? Can you wave water and fire around?" This was the curious little one.

Hearing Leng Wuchen's "advice," Lin Hanxi realized she was far too tense and shifted to a more comfortable position. Although her body relaxed, her mind remained on edge.

Li Niang was also surprised. She quickly followed Xiang'er out of the room, gazed at the jade pendant on the window lattice for a long while, and then leaned over the railing to look down.

"Alright, don't be sad. The girl you are meant for will appear eventually. Who knows, she might even be right in front of you?" Long Wuxiang patted Gongsun Jing's shoulder, throwing him a flirtatious wink before walking away with a smile.

I chuckled softly. Hesselin had been asleep for four hundred years, and since the day she fell into her slumber, Rilard’s temperament had changed completely; he paralyzed himself with work every day. It had truly been a long time since he had felt such ease.

Up ahead, the brothers were already drunk, swaying unsteadily, some asleep, some vomiting, all collapsed on the ground.

If one had a good-for-nothing like this following them around, one would surely want to hack them to pieces and use them as firewood. Moumou clasped her hands behind her back, determined that as long as Lance didn't strike her face, she would not utter a single sound.

Fortunately, there were no maids nearby; the servants had long since been dismissed, otherwise, if these words were to spread, the couple would surely find themselves in deep trouble.

Dressed in low-key luxury, with a unique and outstanding air, he possessed a dangerously magnetic aura that could not be ignored. Sitting casually on the sofa, he naturally drew a multitude of gazes.

Suddenly, a crisp sound like a nightingale rang out. A flash of light appeared in Mo Qi’s spiritual realm, and the Underworld Phoenix Flame, Jing Huo, and the Blue Feather Heavenly Sorrow Bird, Lan Shang, emerged.

Seeing Que Yu’s handsome face flickering in the firelight, Tian Tian felt she couldn't see him clearly. She yearned to go up and hug him, but he was angry at this moment; with that stifling resentment in his chest, how could he possibly feel at ease?

Yuchi Tian’s face grew increasingly dark. His palms could not help but tremble, and his ink-black pupils were filled with shock, rage, and a volatile temper on the verge of erupting.

Jun Moxuan looked down at his hands and rubbed his brow; the power within his body was truly difficult to control at times.

People shuffled forward one by one, and the air was filled with a faint scent of soy sauce.

She raised her head, looking at the matrons and guards of the Marquis’s estate, all of whom were startled by her sudden appearance.

"This junior is ignorant. May I ask the Daoist to explain more clearly? What exactly is this disturbance in the world?" Ren Wuxin asked.

Heaven and earth trembled in unison, as if sensing the visitor's wrath. Even the clouds scattered, revealing a clear, bright sky.

Pei Ruoya, who had been watching Dongfang Yi, saw his casual smile and couldn't help but bite her lip. What was he thinking? Why was he smiling so happily? Knowing that the smile was not meant for her, she found it blindingly painful.

Ding Qing raised an eyebrow in provocation. "I hit you because you deserve it!" She had wanted to deliver that slap for a long time.