Volume 1, Chapter 53: An Incompetent Treacherous Official

"Your Highness, the carriage is ready, and instructions have already been given over there. There is no need to rush; Your Highness will be able to reach Luming Pass no matter the pace."

At that moment, the golden palm trembled slightly, emitting faint, abstruse radiance from which several large golden characters drifted out.

She had moved out to live elsewhere because her relationship with Madam Xie had reached a freezing point. Remaining together any longer would likely cause distress to both of them, and staying at home under such circumstances was hardly a wise choice.

"Shi Huaichen, as a disciple of the Buddhist clan and a man of vast learning, do you know what a Blood Condensation Bead is?" After asking, her gaze shifted to Leng Xuanyu, who had fallen once again into deep contemplation, making it impossible to read her mood for a moment.

Xie Wanying's closest friend was Xia Mingzhu. If Xie Wanying had truly suffered any grievances within the Xie family, she undoubtedly would have turned to Xia Mingzhu.

However, with the matter pressing down urgently, Du Qinyue had no choice but to force herself to remain patient. She instructed the eunuch, "If the Imperial Household Department sends people to investigate, pretend to panic and reveal a flaw. Once the Imperial Household Department notices you and interrogates you, act extremely terrified and 'reveal the truth'."

"Thunder Roar, would you be willing to follow me?" Jun Mochen's gaze flickered slightly before he lowered his eyes to look at the Thunder Roar before him and spoke.

Jia Rong blended in among the crowd, secretly slipped out of the imperial palace, changed his attire in a secluded spot, and went to rendezvous with the servants of the Ningguo Mansion.

Right there in someone else's home, with a face full of "modesty," she listened to relatives and friends offering flattering remarks such as how she had such a fine son.

Xiang Shaolong hesitated for a moment, deciding to have another earnest conversation with Yang Qingqing about matters of the heart. He belonged solely to his wife, and no one else could ever shake that devotion.

Walking at the very front was a middle-aged man in a tailored suit, Wang Xianming, the leader of this delegation from the Crimson Medicine Firm.

Glancing at the address Aimu had given her, Wu Daizhen hurried off in a rush, driving over to investigate for herself.

"I know why you are so angry." Bai Feng sat up, leaning against a tree, one hand pressed against his chest as he coughed softly a few times.

In reality, throughout the Qing Dynasty, although Western nations attempted to blast open the doors of the Qing Empire with gunboats in order to crack open its markets, this objective was never fully achieved. The markets opened by Westerners were at best urban ones; as for the vast countryside, the foreigners could never quite reach that far.

"Thank you." Aimu nodded, then pulled her knees to her chest and said no more, acting as if she could not even see Si Junhao standing right before her.

The familiar scene made the fleeting goodwill Lin Yan had just felt toward Wang Ming vanish entirely, and he glared angrily at Wang Ming's methods.

The media wrote viciously about it; some outlets labeled Leng Chan a shameless third party who had faked her death back then, only to return now with her son to tear apart her ex-husband's family.

Yun Qixi was brimming with excitement. Climbing out of the muddy water, she found a burst of strength and ran forward, holding up the cumbersome legs of her trousers.

A familiar scent rushed in, instantly stimulating her sensitive nerves, and her mind went blank with a buzz.

The red light surrounding the arena slowly dissipated, and the arena sank back into the ground, vanishing without a trace.

"My protective gear is still all trash, and yet you managed to get a set of defensive equipment, Brother Lantern? Tell me how you managed that." Eraser's eyes were filled with brilliance.

"This is a long story. We brothers can catch up later; for now, let us deal with the matters here." Dong Ze sneered as he looked at Jiang Han and the others.

The person who had arrived was none other than Zhao Moqin. Ever since she left the Meiying Hall, she had wanted to thank Liang Shan face-to-face, but not knowing when Liang Shan would leave, she simply chose to wait by the entrance for him to come out.