Chapter 66: The Young Master in Official Robes

Pei Zhi wore a calm expression, bringing a gust of chilly wind with him as he stepped into the Wanxiang Hall, still clad in his crimson official robes.

Right behind him was Pei Shuchen, dressed in a sapphire-blue brocade robe woven with cloud patterns. The man's gaze was dark and murky, and instead of paying any attention to the chaotic scene in the Wanxiang Hall, he walked straight up to Liu Qingqing and said, "Mother."

Liu Qingqing's expression shifted slightly, and she narrowed her eyes. "Shuchen, didn't you go to the Hanlin Academy today?"

She had planned everything out so meticulously...

Not long after, within the two structures, lights and shadows swept across, transforming into two figures that successively appeared in mid-air.

Although Yi could not speak a word, all her emotions were written clearly across her face. She was obviously angry, and furiously so.

"It's you." The voice was exceptionally pleasing to the ear, a pair of utterly ordinary words carrying an indescribable tremor, yet to Susu, it represented absolute danger.

Everyone then turned their gaze toward Qingyun, their eyes brimming with schadenfreude. Evidently, watching Qingyun, who usually ranked first in popularity, get humbled was an immensely satisfying affair.

Zhao Shijie watched the way Mengqi treated Zhou Mingxuan. Although she didn't look at him, he understood that her heart and her eyes were filled entirely with Zhou Mingxuan.

"Is this snake meat edible?" she asked with great confusion, watching the saber-toothed spider gnawing on snake meat.

Yingchun symbolically added some dowry for Yicai. After Yicai was carried away, Elder Auntie took her leave of Old Madam Sun, claiming she was returning to her hometown. Old Madam Sun did not try to persuade her much; she simply gave Elder Auntie some silver and sent her on her way.

Murong Moqing, however, did not think that way. Feeling her chest being compressed, she glared furiously at Haotian Ming. Yet at that moment, Haotian Ming's face was completely devoid of its foolishness, looking resolute instead—resembling a rugged, steadfast man.

"No way, it's just that cousin... she definitely doesn't want to see you!" Mengqi complained, pouting her lips.

When Xu Jiaorong returned from burning incense at the Lingyin Temple, it was already dusk. The evening sun cast a warm glow while fragmented clouds spread across the horizon, chaotic and tangled, mirroring her mood at that very moment.

Stopping before a pair of attractive white sneakers, a scene from the past seemed to replay itself. Following the sight upward, everyone beheld a pair of slender and exceptionally long, beautiful legs.

Everyone gradually came to a halt. One of the white security guards gave Jiang浩 a thumbs-up, and one by one, the others followed suit, giving him thumbs-up as well.

With a simple phrase of "Elder sister seems to dislike me," she was pulled into the embrace of her childhood sweetheart and fiancé to be comforted.

Not long after Class One had settled in, they heard the monitor of the neighboring Class Two, Fang Zheng, shouting at the top of his lungs, hurling curses without showing an ounce of mercy.

Their beloved had suffered too much in her past life; in this lifetime, they would never let her endure any more hardship.

When Mother He walked inside, she even rolled up her sleeves, looking entirely ready for a fierce showdown with Master He.

Pulling out a cutting machine, she launched into a wild, screeching onslaught against the front gate. Just a few minutes later, a massive hole appeared right before Xia Chu's eyes.

Tian Haiyang hastily nodded in agreement, then turned and strode out of Wang Tianxiang's office to notify the members of the municipal standing committee to attend the meeting.

No wonder Shen Wanwan held no favorable impression of Elder Master Zhuo; the fundamental problem stemmed entirely from Zhuo Lingxue.

Jiang Hao breathed a sigh of relief. Song Mingchen was clearly much more reliable than Xu Dahai, and Song Mingchen's social standing far outstripped Xu Dahai's as well.

This remark brought a smile to Old Madam Ye's face, though her eyes remained locked onto Tong Shuang. How could Tong Shuang not know that Old Madam Ye was warning her not to harbor guards against Cao Liangse? Returning the gaze, she shifted her eyes away just in time to meet Shen Yun's. After the two locked eyes for a long moment, Tong Shuang finally deciphered the mockery and derision hidden within Shen Yun's gaze.

With a splash, the water dragon melted into a pool of liquid, and the torrent poured down from the head to toe of Ye Rufeng, soaking him into a drowned rat.

A murderous aura permeated the space where the two sides confronted one another. Though the night was silent, it felt as though a storm was brewing, with a fierce battle poised to erupt at any moment.