Chapter 64: No Interest in Princess Yian

The Grand Princess's Mansion.

Princess Yi'an returned through the rain, soaked to the bone, yet she was in high spirits. "Where is my mother?"

"The Grand Princess is listening to opera."

Hearing this, Yi'an understood immediately that her mother was amusing herself with her favored companions. "Then I shall pay my respects later, so as not to disturb her elegance. Prepare water for a bath."

"Yes, Your Highness." As the maid unpinned the hair ornaments from Princess Yi'an's head, she asked, "My lady, shall I send someone to attend to matters concerning the Ding family?"

Behind the crystal armor, two broad, pitch-black wings unfurled, resembling a fallen angel. It stood guard over the throne.

"What person? I didn't notice." Guo Lin chuckled inwardly. Since she hadn't discovered him, nothing on earth would make him admit to it.

Unwilling to speak further, Ye Yuzhen ceased questioning. She simply sat quietly, glancing at her from time to time before turning her gaze serenely toward the distant sky.

These words struck right at Lei Feng's vulnerable spot, and it was only then that Lei Feng realized the money in his hand was not merely carriage fare, but hush money as well.

Flowerpots, shrubbery, and rocks in the garden shattered one after another amidst a flurry of cracking sounds. I drew the Dragon Chant Sword and swiftly executed a fierce strike, "Purple Clouds Fill the Sky," lunging directly at the two ronin who were surrounding Sun Fei.

Witnessing this, Li Yan had no choice but to shift his gaze to the combat involving the ordinary members of the Cyan-Eyed Mercenary Corps and the Blood Wolf Mercenary Corps.

Meanwhile, Su Yirong and Ye Yuzhen were chatting away in the garden, looking as though they had not a single worry about losing this culinary competition.

"A dying struggle?" Wu Zi'xi's voice trembled slightly, whether from fear, or from the burning thirst for and excitement of victory.

Prince Xin had already shed the greenness of his youth, gradually acquiring the regal dominance of a true sovereign. Such a Prince Xin was undoubtedly far more attractive and provided a much stronger sense of security.

Suddenly, a purple electric spark shot out from the lower end of the golden shuttle. This purple light bore a striking resemblance to the Wrath of the Heavens that Guo Lin had unleashed for the very first time when he was at death's door.

Beauty Han was half-skeptical upon hearing this; Zhang Xinyan's situation closely mirrored how she herself had once manipulated her good sister Lin Rong.

Li Jiawei hurriedly pulled her back and cast a meaningful glance at his son, Li Hongbin, wishing to signal him to drag his mother away at once.

Wan Feng guessed that perhaps Zhang Xinyan had stolen some martial arts techniques from a major sect, which would explain such rumors.

Wei Muyu's zither skills were growing increasingly refined; by now, even the musicians of the Imperial Music Bureau had to come to her for instruction.

Zhang Qing arrived carrying a flask of wine and Zhao Chihu's severed head. He tossed the head onto the ground and poured a cup of wine before the gravestone.

Had Fang Hui not instigated him earlier, he would never have targeted Wan Feng, and thus he would never have made an enemy of him.

They were merely ordinary grand demons whose strength at most equated to the mid-stage of the Deity Transformation realm. They possessed no powerful supreme divine artifacts of their own; most of their treasures were either forged from materials native to the demon race or acquired from humans in earlier years.

A-Xue whipped her head around abruptly. Without her noticing when, a young man had already appeared behind her, gazing at her with an expression of helpless exasperation.

Lawrence was still a mere apprentice to warfare, so he looked toward Lieutenant Seth, seeking his opinion with his eyes.

The Tianxiang Tower gathered numerous wealthy and influential figures, and many hidden secrets were memorized by the maidens before being compiled and reported to Mother Chun.

Listening to Zhang Tianbao's flippant and frivolous remarks, Griffin's face, however, remained utterly calm.

Yet whenever she thought of her senior sisters, who usually cherished and cared for her so dearly, being so unreasonably violated by the man before her, a crushing wave of guilt overwhelmed her, and she felt she had failed them deeply.

"Wanting us to suffer a fate worse than death?" Who gave you the audacity? Just as everyone had already assumed that Li Yisheng had been blown to smithereens by that shockwave of energy, a cold voice suddenly echoed across the space.

In the process of his studies, Safiro felt that some of the underlying values were truly worthy of his skepticism.