Chapter Thirty-Three: Chicken Stewed with Mushrooms and Steamed Cornbread

Shen Jingmo swiped through a few more photos. One of them clearly captured a full-frontal shot of Kang Yuan’s face.

Jing Yi furrowed her brows slightly. Was Su Mi lying to her? Why would Su Mi do that? Did she consider her a romantic rival?

Zhu Dan breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately felt that the Princess Consort was being rather unfair. That glance she gave her before asking the question—wouldn't it make the Prince suspect that she was the one spreading rumors?

Upon hearing Li Wei’s words, everyone let out a long sigh of relief. With their hearts finally settled, they at last had time to mourn their fallen teammates.

Inside the airship, another puppet identical to An Lushan suddenly opened its eyes; this was his backup body.

The Second Prince was now twenty-two, and the Third Prince was twenty. Marriages for princes generally required over two years of preparation; if they began discussing marriage now, they would be around twenty-three or twenty-four by the time the weddings took place.

Nan Xingyue had never imagined that Feng Xuanying would dare to be this arrogant. If her mother, the Consort, hadn't insisted she come, she would never have deigned to visit such a place.

To facilitate his training, Ryan wore only a pair of loose trunks. As he exerted himself, his muscles bulged to their limit, and sweat flowed down his well-defined, chiseled lines like a converging stream.

Shang Yu looked at Shangguan Yun in surprise. Everything had been agreed upon; why, then, would he refuse such a good opportunity?

Takagi Naohito thought of the various arranged marriages between princes and princesses in ancient times; he never expected it to happen to him, but he would never betray the Hidden Leaf Village.

Xiang Lai tossed his head and turned his back on Ye Shiyu, that curious soul who kept asking questions. He couldn't deal with him right now; he had to go keep Hao company.

Ultimately, it was decided to reduce the trio's basic training and increase their practical exercises, focusing more on their ability to adapt to changing situations.

Although no one could say for certain whether Yahiko could perform Bankai or Shikai, Byakuya Kuchiki knew that since he had applied for the captaincy examination, he was certainly capable of Bankai. He would never doubt it.

Xiao Feifei regretted saying that the moment it left her lips. She had just claimed she wasn't thinking about Yue Longtian at all, yet here she was saying something like this.

Chu Xuhua had never expected things to develop to this point. He thought it would at most be a heated argument, but he never imagined that his Imperial Brother would actually strike Mo Liang. This matter was truly spiraling in an unforeseen direction.

Otherwise, that sword strike would not have pierced Byakuya Kuchiki’s left chest, but his right—it would have pierced his heart.

"Cousin!" Wang Yuyan said with a bright smile, looking at Murong Fu. A-Zhu and A-Bi also performed the bows of servants.

"Don't say that, Brother Chu. In reality, He Yugui’s primary goal is to collect the debt; otherwise, he wouldn't be working so hard. Once the project started, regardless of how tight the funds were, not a single penny of his payment was missing."

Yang Guoan had just put down the phone when it rang again. As he listened, his expression turned grave. He said, "I'll be there immediately," then used his left hand to grab the siren and place it on the roof. With a sharp turn of the steering wheel, the car swerved to the right and sped away.

Mu Mu hurriedly swung his sword. *Damn it, are the oranges holding a meeting?* He sliced through the air, and several oranges split open simultaneously, juice spraying out. Mu Mu smelled the fragrance of the oranges, but he felt a cold panic in his heart; the juice gushed out like blood.

Cao Huachun stepped into the Qianqing Palace and saw the Chongzhen Emperor pacing anxiously. Hearing the noise, the Emperor whipped his head around. Cao Huachun was startled; it had only been a day, yet the Emperor’s forehead was etched with several new wrinkles. His eyes were bloodshot and his lips were chapped. He looked ten years older.

Teacher Liu suddenly had a bad premonition, but before he could say anything, he heard a loud crash followed by a scream from Liu Jin.

"Is that friend of Master Long a Daoist? Is he a member of the Three Pure Ones Sect?" Lin Yang asked again.

As soon as the monsters rushed out, Jiang Qicai waved his hand, signaling everyone to dash into the bedroom they had just left.

Xuan Zhenghao nodded. He placed the antidote in front of Otis and Ivor, letting them smell it for three seconds before putting it away.

The pressure of the last two years, the ridicule, the whispers, the expectations of her parents, and Chu Nan’s care for her—all of it made her just want to weep and let it all out.

Governor Yuan smiled slightly. He sat down calmly, not looking at Li Hongji. Xie Shangzheng and Sun Zushou stood behind him.

Although the waiters were a bit surprised, they followed Attorney Cheng’s instructions, efficiently cleaning the floor, closing the windows and doors on the second floor, and then leaving one by one.

Feeling the hidden weapon in his hand, Ming Ye flicked it toward a tree in front of him. A silver flash pierced the trunk and emerged from the other side. Ming Ye beckoned with his palm, and the weapon, having passed through the tree, immediately curved and flew back to him.

Just as Ruoshui was wondering what was happening, the giant sword beneath his feet, which had been perfectly steady, suddenly flipped over. It threw Ruoshui into the bottomless abyss, and the sword itself transformed into a streak of light, flying automatically into the storage pouch of the falling Ruoshui.

Just after seeing his father off, he saw Han Jinfeng standing at the door of the ward. "What do you want?" Mo Qianqian asked, guarding against him.

"I want to speak with your company's president." The old butler was not impressed by the fawning Ji Xiaoru; instead, he frowned.

Nalan Fuzuo informed Ye Zihao and gathered his own men to charge toward that area.

He hadn't seen Gong Xueliu much in the last few days. Had she been discouraged and retreated? Or was she biding her time, plotting some scheme, waiting for the perfect moment to strike?

"Girl, what am I to do with you?" Han Jinfeng looked at the clothes he had torn off Mo Qianqian, smiled helplessly, and then carried her back to the parking lot via the private elevator.

Feng Junlan glared with hatred as Lianxin walked toward her, step by step. It was just an ordinary walk, yet she made every step look as graceful as a lotus blooming.

He was in a bad mood, so Yuanbao didn't provoke him. He kept his mouth shut, and with great self-awareness, took the bedding from the wardrobe, made his bed on the floor by the side of the bed, and lay down quietly.