Book One, Chapter 43: Perfumed Robes and Swaying Tresses

Cui Cangzhuo was single-mindedly focused on finding crucial clues as quickly as possible to prove his innocence, leaving no nook or cranny unsearched. Consequently, he had lagged far behind and missed the conversation between the two of them.

After sitting in a daze for a while, Mo Lu covered her face with her hands and silently wept. A bitter dampness seeped through her fingertips, running down the back of her hands in heavy droplets.

This Yun Tao, sitting and eating dumplings, shrugged to indicate his helplessness regarding the matter. Being imitated, and imitated to such a degree of likeness, he had no other thoughts besides lamenting his own ill fortune.

However... what was the deal with the map Shibata Katsuie mentioned? How could a map involving grain transport secrets possibly be inside a surcoat?

With one waxing and the other waning, Prince Ning naturally took Gan Yuan's interests into greater consideration. Therefore, since he had already suspected the Tuanmu clan of repeatedly plotting against Gan Yuan after giving birth to the legitimate heir, this rumor instantly suppressed the guilt in Prince Ning's heart, replacing it with suspicion.

Outside, another flash of lightning crackled, startling Sheng Miao into hurriedly running a few steps further inside, where she caught sight of the man lying on the bed.

Yet these items were often tossed aside by her casually, given to the dolls to play with, or simply lost—she had never cared about them in the least.

"Why did you petition to enter the Cold Palace?" Mao Leyan asked. She truly could not bring herself to look favorably upon Imperial Consort Mei, who was holding a broom.

However, she did not die in the water, because she was a metal-attribute esper, born with the ability.

When she was alone, she could expose her injuries and tend to them herself, but once anyone else was around, she grew unaccustomed to exposing them to others.

Catching the scent of tobacco, these prisoners reacted as if they had just laid eyes on their own fathers, their necks instantly bulging with eager anticipation.

Ji Yuechan trembled all over, waking up instantly. She hurriedly bowed to the Lord of the Red Dust, though her gaze fell upon Yang Xuan below.

Immediately afterward, a strange look flashed in Feng Chengcheng's eyes. She pulled four pills out of her pocket, hurriedly dropped them into the stir-fried tomatoes and eggs, and grabbed her chopsticks to stir the dish a few times.

However, a Demonic Cult member dressed in black completely ignored their pleas for mercy and cleaved all three of them in half with a single slash of his blade.

"Eldest Senior Brother! Why are you holding me back? You have to make them clear things up! And why are you apologizing to them? I didn't do anything wrong! Just because she thinks she's pretty, does she think she can act so arrogant and aloof? Hmph!" The moment Zhao Wuzhuo pulled her back and apologized, Yu Yue became instantly displeased and began to argue with him.

At this moment, the expression on Su Yanyu's face turned completely solemn, and she could feel her heartbeat gradually speeding up.

The one addressed as "Big Brother" said, "Don't forget, the elder didn't send us here to kill people, but to scout out the current strength of the Immortal Realm. You've already alerted the enemy."

Those zombies gradually crawled up from below. As the first two zombies emerged, I swung my axe in a frenzied flurry of chops, immediately knocking both of them back down.

Although the security guards here didn't take Goudan's words seriously, Lin凡 knew that what the man said was likely true—he truly was a master thief, because the man's inner thoughts had been extracted by controlling his mind.

Upon seeing Su Yanyu's stern expression, Feng Chengcheng felt as though a basin of cold water had been poured over her, and she instantly wilted.

That purple tail contained immense strength. Had Lu Ting been swept by it, she would have shed a layer of skin even if she survived. But since the opponent was a late-stage Golden Core cultivator after all, she was truly formidable.

A painful expression twisted the king's face, making it impossible to tell whether it was caused by the burning cigarette butt or the anguish in his heart.

If the people in the world of Soul Artifacts considered the power of the Seven Stars to be divine, that was something known to only a very few.