Chapter 62 She Was Not the Only One Reborn

"I am truly sorry to have caused the two of you to make a wasted trip," the servant quickly bowed to them, his face full of apology.

However, over the years, through careful observation of the emperor's mind, she had realized that his thoughts were not on the beauties of the inner palace at all. He had also sent people in all directions to search, but as years passed, many clues were broken, and with nowhere left to find the person, he finally gave up.

Gao Ze did not know what Yuan Xiao was happy about, nor did he continue the topic of his little sister. Striking a chord of mutual agreement, they decided to go to a bar for a drink.

"Your vital point is your horn?" Finding Wulong's cries too miserable, Fenghua's hand trembled, almost shearing it off at the base. Yet though her scissors grazed his horn, the fellow did not cry out.

Since he had saved her from the jaws of death just a few days ago, he would certainly not let her just die like this.

As the funeral rites concluded and the mourners all departed, Su Jing found herself unable to move her feet away as she gazed at the fresh grave before her. And Gong Chenye, as a matter of course, stayed behind to guard her.

So "behind-the-scenes manipulation" meant that she had entered the shortlist relying on Xu Jianan's connections. It didn't matter if she suffered a little grievance, but Xu Jianan could not be subjected to such slander in vain.

Since this fellow already knew its identity, there was no need to hide it anymore. With just the little bit of skill she possessed, she still couldn't kill Lord Donkey.

"Lu Zhanlan, why are you here?" Qin Yihuai asked despite knowing the answer, clearly intending to put her on the spot.

"What?" Su Jing widened her eyes, not expecting the man to say such a thing. She was only getting married once in her life, after all; how could there be no wedding?

Looking at the ethereal-aura elder brought along by Xiao Yan, both Xiao Zhan and Xiao Li could not help but turn solemn... When had this person appeared in the Xiao Clan?

Although Yuan Siwen was Emperor Jing'an's son, he was only a year older than the imperial grandson Yuan Qingbai.

Bibi Dong did not reply; she merely stood up, her graceful figure gliding over to Qian Renxue, and gazed intently at her.

Edogawa Conan and Toru Amuro walked into the living room, where Hayashun Hatada, Miwako Sato, and Wataru Takagi were sitting and playing cards.

Murong Chenxi and Han Yuanyao's affection grew steadily stronger, and Han Yuanyao grew increasingly reliant on her husband.

"Your Majesty, I heard there is a Heavenly Water Pool in the Bailu Mansion, which emits a hazy divine glow at this time of year. Why not go take a look first?" Wenyoudie suggested.

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"Grandfather..." Ever since Prince De returned to the capital to recuperate from his injuries, the Emperor had excused him from morning court. In recent years, Prince De had attended neither palace banquets nor morning court.

The Third Prince had originally thought that Diane was coming to him to make decisions over trivial matters like the Hongyue Pavilion and the Guiyanfang, and he felt somewhat disappointed in his heart.

Although they were forced apart, please do not be sad; her longing would linger in this mortal world forever.

"How could I? I'm just too happy seeing my disciple become so formidable, hahaha." Gong Bei stroked his beard and laughed heartily.

She had followed Li Qing'an's fleet all the way, but unexpectedly overslept at the inn that morning, leaving her frantic with anxiety for fear that Li Qing'an's fleet had already passed by.

The Tujue generals in the large tent echoed Ge Qiluo's view one after another; remarks like those of Pugu Huai'en, which boosted the enemy's prestige while destroying one's own courage, were disliked by everyone.

Mingzhu took three arrows, ran two zhang away, took aim, and threw them one after another. With three crisp thuds, all three arrows accurately landed in the bronze pot.

Pugu naturally knew that Wu Qingfeng was sneering at him, but this matter was now extremely urgent and had to be dealt with. Before Pugu could speak, however, the violently vibrating earth suddenly grew still, quiet without a sound. Everyone could not help but look at each other in dismay.

How could Liu Manru possibly speak of it? To explain clearly, she would have to start with Han Ji coercing her. But with Consort Shu present, the Grand Princess's Wife present, and so many others around, how could she risk revealing the truth that the Prince of Zheng had used Liu Yaze's offense to coerce her?

The Xuanyuan Sword flashed with light once more, truly living up to its reputation as a domain assassin. Under the sweep of the Xuanyuan Sword's golden light, that black energy shield was instantly shredded into powder. Qiyue's control over energy was extremely refined; whether destroying the leaden box or shredding this dark domain, he did not cause the slightest harm to the Emperor's Heart Snow Lotus King inside the box.

The tens of thousands of troops of the Dingzhou army were scattered across a radius of four to five hundred li, while Li Qing's central army was stationed at the foot of Mount Mogan, with an infantry battalion led by Chen Zeyue and three thousand personal guards—nearly ten thousand men—protecting Li Qing's safety.

The tent curtain lifted, and his strategist Gao Shang walked in. He had gone to the Yellow River bank to urge grain supplies a few days ago and had only returned this morning. As soon as he returned, he heard the news of Xue Hao's crushing defeat. In Gao Shang's view, victory and defeat were common matters in military affairs; that fool Xue Hao had been plundering all the way and delayed military strategy—how could he not be defeated?

A few cultivators with nothing to do heard the movement outside and could not help stepping out of their immortal caves to watch.

Wang Bochuan arrived at the hospital room with a heart full of trepidation. But upon seeing Fan Shengmei, he was stunned—bare-faced, haggard, and even wearing a pair of the trendy black-rimmed glasses to shield her expressive, beautiful eyes. This image of Fan Shengmei was a far cry from the campus belle he had carried in his heart and yearned for over a decade.

I went to the closet to get my clothes, too lazy to fold them, and simply stuffed them straight into my suitcase, wanting only to leave this suffocating place as quickly as possible.

Qin Yun took a deep breath, her gaze as sharp as a knife, wishing she could tear Xia Qingxiao into a thousand pieces.

Yet I was in no better shape, having taken several of her palm strikes and feeling aches all over my body. This Sun Na was truly not someone to be trifled with.

Before she could pull me up, Jian Ting, sitting beside me, clasped the back of my hand. I felt the firm warmth on the back of my hand and turned my face toward Jian Ting.

Yet now, people finally understood why she had always dressed in plain garments or black robes in the past: it was because she was naturally too bewitching and alluring. With this dress to set it off, it truly made one unable to look away.

Everyone present cheered in unison; happiness always arrived so abruptly. All of this had been created by Xia Luo.

He had originally worried the most that Hanyue would make a relentless fuss over this matter, but the reality turned out to be the exact opposite.

Tan Zhi was left speechless for a long time, unable to find any retort; though furious, he could find no more suitable words to talk back.

Looking at Jian Ting's infatuated expression, my mood inexplicably improved a lot. I thought with a trace of sentimental emotion in my heart: Millie has finally found someone suitable for herself, someone who can pamper her to the heavens. How wonderful.