Volume 1, Chapter 46: The Heir's Consort Is Not Someone You Can Covet

Master Luo, I wanted to discuss this matter with you. You must have been extremely busy lately, especially with intimate matters being so frequent recently, not to mention the ongoing selection of the crown prince.

Jing Xin'er was already fuming with anger. Seeing Liu Zi come down, she immediately unleashed a torrent of scoldings on him.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, pressing his cool fingertips against her warm, soft lips, effectively blocking the rest of her words.

He turned around in disbelief and saw his Emperor father, who had previously been at death's door, sitting calmly and majestically on the bed like a steadfast mountain, his worldly-wise eyes staring at him without a trace of emotion.

Yang Guang, despite being an emperor, nearly killed himself over the imperial examinations. Why would Fang Xuanling pick up this universally detested piece of garbage and revere it as the supreme rule?

Chunyu Xunfeng still did not understand why that ghost wanted to find Bei Yusheng back then. As for Bei Yusheng himself, he seemed to have no memory of this episode at all, as if his memory had been erased.

The more Liang Feilong spoke, the angrier he became. Finally, he slapped his own thigh, cast a fierce glare at the three expressionless people opposite him, and scoffed.

The families of the injured have almost all been contacted, leaving only the last one, Duan Yiyu, who has no family members at all. Who should they look for?

What came into view was an unfamiliar room. Finally, her gaze fell upon a tall man standing by the bed.

"Heh, Feiyu, you're late!" Tuoba Feng's voice came from inside the hall. Shortly after, accompanied by Nanli Chu and Fengyi, he walked out. Feiyu smiled apologetically at the three of them. "I was delayed by some matters on the way. Mount Tai hasn't been very peaceful lately; monstrous energy is soaring to the skies." In truth, all these demons and monsters had come for the Heavenly Luo Garment worn by Tianxuan.

After Xian Mo lived peacefully in the Yihe Palace for a period of time, Xian Rang's personal eunuch, Mayuan, once again came to the Yihe Palace to convey an imperial decree, ordering Xian Mo to go to the martial arts arena.

In a daze, Long Fei opened his eyes and woke up. What met his eyes was a white ceiling, and his nose was filled with the pungent smell of medicine. Long Fei moved his body and could no longer feel any pain.

Guangguang originally thought she didn't know much about him, but now she felt she understood a thing or two about him.

Confucianism was originally founded by Daoist Kongxuan. Although it had received multiple instances of support from Fire Banyan Heavenly Lord, Fire Banyan Heavenly Lord was not a member of Confucianism after all, making it difficult for Confucianism to rival various major sects as time went on.

However, she now guessed that this incredibly arrogant identity—this so-called sect master—probably didn't belong to their Nanting, but rather to Mohang.

Since she couldn't fall back asleep anyway, she might as well go downstairs to see what on earth Xiao Yunqi that fellow was doing coming over so late.

To rush out this gauze dress, Jiangqi Yezi had been preparing day and night. As for the floral wreath, it was picked from her own family's garden—fresh and nourishing—and only after careful comparison of colors did she decide to use the shop here in Meiyicheng.

"I said, Qingyu is not a bad child." Xue Ran said while shelling pine nuts, then placed the nut kernels in front of her.

With a clear whistle, the more than twenty Champaigne bow cavalrymen who had previously vanished emerged from the woods and appeared beneath the trees.

Wang Chong let out a loud shout, and immediately the elite of the Suppression Navy, who had been waiting all around, swarmed toward the Heaven Evil Sect members trapped within the Fire Dragon Array.

Yan Bao and the other young men stared fixedly at-khekov, their eyes glowing with a golden light. From top to bottom, and bottom to top, they scanned Chekhov thoroughly as if through an X-ray.

Feng Haiqi actually intended to hurl away his only weapon blindly into a patch of mist, relying solely on his so-called premonitory intuition before the enemy's silhouette had even appeared.

"Your Highness, what is it?" Ji Tianyu observed the change in Sikong Zhanyue's expression and asked in confusion.

Tuowu let out a cold snort, set his charcoal poles down on the ground, and barked, "Go knock on the door!" His right hand was already pressing against Yu Xuan's back.

To be honest, upon just hearing the answers given by Qian Siqi and Gu Xiao, he felt a slight sense of admiration. If it were him, he definitely wouldn't have answered so perfectly.

Wang Lu kept a straight face and ignored Chen Wei, though inside him, emotions were already churning like a stormy sea.

Dongfang Tianming sighed, grabbed Situ Feng, who was snickering aside, and took the lead in walking out of the pavilion. Shangguan Yunfei and Dongfang Yanran followed closely behind, and the group walked out of the school grounds.

"I'm just a messenger delivering an invitation. Our Director and your President are old friends, so our Director would like to invite your President to dinner and take the opportunity to catch up," the young man replied.

Guanyin chanted a Buddhist name, and her slender, delicate fingers retrieved the willow branch from the jade pure vase. She gently raised her hand and waved it with graceful and elegant posture. Amidst the swinging willow branch, five crystal-clear dewdrops in yellow, cyan, red, black, and white directly sprinkled toward Chang'e.

The Phantom Angel silently cursed in his heart: This Fucars, the next time I clear the Warcraft level, I'll definitely sell you off to be a stud horse!

Cheng Chumeng was clamped under Cheng Yaojin's armpit, sniffing whiffs of a peculiar odor, yet he didn't dare to struggle. His face, which had originally been flushed red, was now wide open in sheer terror.

"Damn it, motherfucker," perhaps having never seen anyone so arrogant before, he couldn't help cursing at the words.

Just as You Yitian was plotting to get his hands on the four magic stones, Avance was teaching Dianli and Princess Becky magic.

"Tian Ge, you cannot die! If you die, what will happen to Xin'er?" At the very moment when You Yitian's consciousness was gradually fading, the image of Ye Xin suddenly appeared. Dressed in a pristine white magic robe, she held a golden magic staff in her hand, her shoulder-length hair gently fluttering behind her.