Chapter 63: The Prince Falls Prey

Zhaojiao said she wanted everyone to know.

Yet she had not expected it to become known to the entire city.

One could only say that Old Man Duan’s execution capability was truly remarkable.

When Zhaojiao looked at the citizens lining the streets to welcome them, she was somewhat startled.

"What is going on?"

Peering through the carriage window at the scene before him, a somewhat drowsy Yin Suumo looked utterly bewildered. Had the Emperor issued a decree to the whole world?

"It is indeed a bit much... Never mind, it can also be considered the will of the people, after all—"

His father was old; he was very thin, with slender yet sturdy arms and wide sleeves. Holding his hand filled one's heart with a profound ache.

Those brothers of Chi Yong who had the strength to grab weapons grabbed them. Chi Yong himself stood up, his large hand gripping the heavy saber at his waist, staring menacingly upward.

"Whatever my mother and Xia Junyao discussed was undoubtedly related to me, but she never asked for my opinion. If I were to discover the truth in the future, I would surely resent her for keeping it from me. Now that you've told me, I at least have some mental preparation and can better consider her intentions," Song Yuan reasoned patiently with Nanny Liu.

As usual, Bingru watched over Mogu at the hospital, talking to him constantly because Mike had said that, for Mogu at the moment, the most crucial thing was to maintain a strong will to live.

Consequently, when she was awakened at a quarter to six in the morning by her phone's alarm, she was instantly struck by a deep and overwhelming sense of sleep deprivation.

"That's hard for me to say." Lu Yangyang's hesitant expression only served to heighten Mother Gao's curiosity.

Originally, Wenren Jin had felt that having a child might not be a bad thing, but at this moment, he had completely banished that notion to the farthest corners of his mind.

She averted her gaze, letting her eyes sweep wantonly over the man's strikingly handsome face, from his smooth forehead down to his sexy jawline, before finally attaching a mental tag to that face.

She pressed her lips together and looked at him, her eyes so desolate and devoid of focus that it felt like an invisible, giant net wrapping around his throat, making even breathing arduous.

As for his parents, as a son, he would fulfill his filial duties within limits he deemed acceptable.

How could Wang Jin not understand these nuances? Having witnessed all sorts of online scandals in later generations, he cared nothing for the gossip of others. His attitude toward the matter was utterly indifferent: walk your own path and let others talk.

"That's right, the news has already been confirmed by Comrade Wang Yaqiao who is stationed in Shanghai!" Wang Jin nodded heavily with a solemn expression.

Hearing Ye Jingxue's slightly chilly words, Lin Xuan froze for a moment, then waved his hand, scooping up some lake water into his palm. "Peculiar true essence? I can sense it, but just a tiny bit—the proportion is roughly equivalent to the remaining days of a holiday combined with the amount of unfinished homework," Lin Xuan remarked.

Sun Fei widened his eyes, grinding his teeth with a squeaking sound, and roared at the top of his lungs.

Kaisa returned to the dormitory, exhausted, just as a knock sounded at the door. Opening it, he beheld—oh my—the corporate representatives from Guangdong Province.

It was to show the world that you are not the only sage; this world is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, and there are many sages. You are not unique.

Under the fierce impacts of the New Zealand team, the Chinese Olympic team began to drill the defensive players on their coordination, constantly covering for each other, running, pressing, and intercepting, finally managing to hold on until the very last minute.

At the thought of this possibility, ignoring his exhausted body, Ye Xingchen charged inward with all his might. Yet along the way, he heard no sounds of combat, nor did he encounter a single living soul. A thick stench of blood permeated the entire space, and at this moment, Mount Beimang truly became the gateway to hell.

A surging sensation spread through Qingcang's heart. As the heavy ring refined the energy within Xiang Tianwen's thigh, Qingcang felt a completely different kind of energy enter his body.

He truly understood it. Although he did not know what language it was, he grasped the meaning the two were trying to convey. It felt just like his native tongue, without the slightest barrier to comprehension. Not only that, but Lota looked around. The symbols and drawings on those signs from earlier—he could actually understand them now as well.