Chapter 48: Stop Making a Fuss

Shen Ahua clenched her fists tightly, enduring a torrent of scolding from the Emperor.

“All you do is resent me, isn’t it?” The Emperor sighed heavily. “But she was brought back by your brother. What right do I have to dispose of her?”

Shen Ahua almost found it laughable...

Lu Ci felt as though he’d suffered some internal injury; his head spun, and he slumped back into his chair, massaging his temples with a long, weary sigh.

As for Nangong Jinghong, who knew what had gotten into him to make him oppose her at every turn.

Meanwhile, Ye Xian had already dispatched all the members of the Wuji Gang and the Ye family to search for Chu Jianjia.

In Liao Xi’s hands, the Nine Heavens Dragon Soul Lance swept through the battlefield like an enraged dragon, striking left and right with unpredictable ferocity. Ren Min’s double-edged spear moved with vast, open force, his strength astonishing. The battle raged on.

If this entire affair had been a trap set by Hu Erca, if E Lun was just another pawn, if their ultimate goal was to collaborate with traitors at court, then the consequences would be unimaginable.

Vaguely, it seemed to Cao You that he harbored some secret plan. Third Uncle Cao, who had nothing better to do, agreed readily. He’d grown accustomed to managing household affairs and caring for others many years ago.

As he reached the entrance of the tent, he suddenly turned back and gave everyone a peculiar smile, strange and indescribable.

All these years, she’d simply called Master Grandfather by that title, never by any other name.

Zhou Shengsheng resolved inwardly that upon returning, he would formally propose the group reassess Wang Min.

“Your Majesty, when the Son of Heaven breaks the law, he is subject to the same punishment as the common people. Just days ago, the Chen family was executed. Today, with Imperial Concubine Yu, you must not let her status as royalty lead to leniency!” Watching as one of the palace’s only two imperial kin was about to fall from grace, Zhao Qinyue refused to give her any chance at a comeback and could not help but speak out.

Old Madam Han rose with a beaming smile, her eyes sharp with practiced wisdom. Her hands were clasped, the faint sound of friction between her fingers as she sat down gently beside Ye Mo, deliberately steering the conversation elsewhere.

On reflection, though Shen Xian had a sharp tongue, judging by his actions that night, he truly was a good police officer. And Xu Keqian was the personification of righteous integrity. Perhaps, with more contact, subtle feelings might arise.

In order to conceal his own abilities, Su Zixuan instinctively sealed the formation. Only those inside could see what was happening; the outside world remained oblivious.

“All right.” Chen Luyao nodded firmly, her eyes sparkling with tears, making her seem both pitiful and endearing.

Yet these changes were confined to the Xing family’s ancestral grounds; outside, the world carried on as usual.

The third stage was about Ban himself—when Pokémon were no longer just companions, but were connected by shared dreams.

At that moment, Yuan Tiangang suddenly coughed up a large mouthful of viscous black blood, and his expression instantly withered.

“Consort Xin and Noble Consort Shu will accompany me to Qian Palace in a while. I want to see what rumors they’ll spread this time!” Li Yiqian said impatiently.

The Lin family had come with the intention of dispersing the vengeful spirits; but if a single step went awry, not only would he suffer backlash, even the cat would not be spared.

“The framework is in place, and the innate sorcery has succeeded. All that’s left are the remaining natural spells.” While other apprentice sorcerers wished for their innate spells to be as powerful and complete as possible upon reaching the first rank, Wu Mingkong had merely constructed the framework.

A nauseating mixture of brain matter and seawater slithered across the floor beneath Ron like a sinister serpent, a truly revolting sight.