Volume One, Chapter 48: The Princess!!!

Shen Zhi nodded. “Exactly! We even suspect that the princess knew long ago that someone intended to harm her, which was why she left behind that line of poetry. The painting contained real jasmine, and if no one was to grow suspicious, it had to be replaced frequently so that no one would discover the truth.”

By then, Uncle Fu had already had the brown piece of stone carried onto the stone-cutting machine and asked Ning Xia to cut it open herself.

After that, no matter what Qin Zhang said, Gu Jiaqi showed no reaction. Under the effects of the medicine, she had already fallen deeply asleep.

All morning, Ning Xiao conducted his routine inspections, taking Jiang Liusu to numerous places. Jiang Liusu gradually relaxed as well, no longer as constrained as she had been at first. Instead, she wrapped both arms around Ning Xiao’s, looking exceedingly affectionate.

“I bought them a few days ago. I planned to raise them through the winter so they could lay eggs.” Yang Tao also sensed that something was wrong and walked over to the duck pen.

Although Prince Zhenbo declared that he did not care about the position of the new sovereign, saying that it should belong to whoever possessed both ability and virtue, he could not withstand the persuasion of his trusted aides. As a result, Prince Zhenbo ignored Yang Zhi’s signal for help.

At the thought of this, he could not help sighing inwardly once more. If they had known when to stop while things were still going well, the later near-total annihilation of the thirty thousand Divine Fire soldiers could have been avoided.

The three of them ate the dry buns in silence. Cherry then helped Yifang give Shunyi some water, washed his feet, and cleared away the bowls and chopsticks. Once everything was done, Yifang told her to return first, while he stayed behind to tend to Shunyi as he slept.

When she saw her white underwear being pushed through the gap, Bao Weiwei finally breathed a sigh of relief. Taking it from them, she headed toward the shower.

Time passed, so much time that Gu Jiaqi began to doubt her own judgment. The room was cold—perhaps because Sanyue had forgotten to close the window.

“Shuying, Bodang, stay with the heir,” Gu Jiaqi instructed. Her composed demeanor perfectly displayed the grace and magnanimity of the heir’s consort.

Another elderly man, thin as a skeleton, stepped out of the black fighter jet belonging to the Martial Artists’ Association. His name was Cheng Yuemaru, director of the association’s Sixth Division and Cheng Zi’ang’s uncle. Though advanced in age, he walked with firm, steady steps, and his strength was formidable.

“Kalbi will wither, because I have removed the restrictions.” His words sounded as though they were spoken to the dead, devoid of even the slightest trace of life.

Yang Xian agreed, and they began chopping. Before long, they had all finished.

He watched the helicopters withdraw, then knocked unconscious those who were still awake. A moment later, not a sound remained.

“Then where will Lan’er and Liu Qing’s new home be? When are they getting married?” the second uncle asked.

“You saw it yourself last night. Your mother pushed you into our bedroom—which proves what? It proves that your mother is a reasonable woman. Deep down, she hopes that we will share a room and rebuild the happy, harmonious family we once had. She absolutely does not approve of your fooling around with other women outside.” My tone had softened considerably, and my brows were no longer tightly furrowed.

As for Luo Yu, he treated the murmurs of discussion as nothing more than the buzzing of mosquitoes. He had never cared about the opinions of people who were neither kin nor friend. After all, some things required nothing more than proving oneself through strength.

With a bang, before anyone could react, Lin Mo crashed to the ground, sending dust billowing in every direction. Even the floor beneath him shattered from the impact. It was clear just how immense the force of the blow had been.

Almost at the same moment, he felt the ground vanish beneath his feet. A pitch-black opening had suddenly appeared below him. If the woodcutter’s axe had not been within reach, he would have fallen in as well.

My mentor in matters of the spirit, my most trusted friend, and my most loyal comrade-in-arms: I am writing this letter to tell you that I have decided to cross the Raging Sea and go to … to help Merlot search for …