Chapter 133: Isn't That Ridiculous?

“Oh, if that’s the case, then why come here? The Ninth Prince’s fate conflicts with the throne.”
Jiang Jiuyue sneered coldly, determined to nail Murong Yan to that pillar.
The rumors already sealed Murong Yan’s unsuitability to sit on the imperial throne.
“I never intended to seize...”
He found himself unable to make even the slightest movement, though he was clearly aware that his body was still alive.
An official from the Censorate, seeing Wei Zheng’s face turning purple with anger, hurried over to mediate.
Ling Haining returned home directly. When he arrived, Ling Zhengping was watching the evening news in the living room.
Lin Yu finally felt half of his anxiety ease. It seemed Ke’er did not regard him as a stranger from now on. However, they had yet to truly speak, so Lin Yu could not tell if Feng Ke’er accepted this new identity of his.
“A decade is a long time, but what is meant to come will come, as long as she hasn’t given up,” Zhang Yanfang whispered softly, watching Feng Ke’er bow on stage as the entire audience rose to applaud.
Yet in the subsequent trial, all the hostages refused to accuse their kidnappers; some even raised funds for their legal defense. Most astonishingly, one hostage fell in love with a kidnapper and decided to become engaged to him during his imprisonment.
Li Zexuan’s strategy to divide the Turks certainly impressed many, but Qin Qiong frowned and raised a pointed question.
Jiang Chuan’s gentle demeanor and clear eyes calmed Princess Ruoling’s anxious, hesitant, and fearful heart considerably.
But... his magical power surged wildly, his soul screamed and roared, urging him to overcome this man before him no matter what.
It was rare to see Master Chonghua so unguarded; alarmed, he hurried forward to check on him personally.
With a ripping sound, the body of the Qilin suddenly split into two, each moving off in opposite directions.
The man was tall, strong, and well-proportioned; sleeves rolled up, arms crossed, he exuded an air of ease and confidence.
Zhao Zhongyao stepped out of the room. Commissioner Li even accompanied him to the office door; only after Zhao’s departure did he return inside.
Feng Buqian bitterly smiled to himself, thinking, I’m about to face a ‘Five-Spirit Tempering Calamity’ far more terrifying than the ordinary body-tempering tribulation! The dangers and hardships are beyond your understanding!
“All right, I will, but this worker must be fined. This has nothing to do with Director Zhao! How can you take the punishment for him?” Factory Director Wu looked at Zhao Zhongyao perplexedly after hearing his words.
“Ting’er!” Chu Xun shouted, eyes blazing, but the space around him was empty; Ting’er did not respond as she always did.
The Lin family’s rise to prominence must have been built on a solid foundation, with accumulated wealth that was no doubt staggering. With money, recruiting experts would be a matter of moments.
Upon hearing this, Feng Buqian channeled his divine sense into the token and immediately sensed the message: “Virtue points: none.”
He had heard correctly. The name uttered by the middle-aged man was absolutely… Ding Yuanmo.
Many supremely powerful figures began to stir; Cheng Yun’s delicate charm hit a tender spot in their hearts, causing the atmosphere to grow noticeably livelier around them.
“Enough of this. How is the matter I asked you to arrange progressing?” Li Anbang inquired.
When Ye Yun faced cultivators skilled in illusion and enchantment arts, he was easily suppressed, confused, and controlled.
The Billion-Golden Spear Divine Technique—this unparalleled skill had rapidly raised him to the fourth realm of mortal martial arts, pushing his physical limits; such supernatural abilities were trivial by comparison and failed to attract even a flicker of his attention.