Volume 1, Chapter 63: This Crown Prince Has Changed His Mind

Xiao Qingyu walked through the winding corridors and arrived at the study door.

What caught the eye most was the fiery red cape trailing behind his golden one-piece robe. Upon this crimson cloak was embroidered another giant golden dragon, identical to the red one printed across his chest.

He continued looking further down; the energy provided by the people below was considerably less, with the highest being around twenty thousand. Yet, many littles make a mickle, and combined, they actually amounted to over one million four hundred thousand.

Just as Eevee and Leafeon were discussing what had just happened, Wang Hao was also conversing with Dawa about certain matters.

Even Liu Junyi, that quack who was savagely beaten by his father, possessed the strength of the seventh tier of the Innate Grand Martial Master realm.

"Serving the purpose of comedy..." White Guest, Beast, and the others fell into deep thought; it seemed they were beginning to understand a little.

In the living room, Xue Jingwu and Mother Li were talking, while Father Li, senior brother Han Ming, and Master Meng chatted about the two sons learning martial arts.

He originally wanted to say fifty thousand, but the words reached his lips and he changed his mind. He had inspected this hotel; the decor was luxurious, and it was located right in the city center—the boss behind the scenes certainly wouldn't lack this bit of money. To settle the matter quietly and fork out one hundred thousand to smooth things over with them was nothing more than the most natural thing in the world.

Muyan was quite familiar with this sensation, because he vaguely remembered doing something similar to himself back in the Harry Potter world.

Li Yao's eyes were filled with self-blame. Suddenly, he made a startling move. Without the slightest hesitation, he produced a Pokéball and recalled the Garchomp lying on the ground.

After wandering around for a few minutes, he came to a bazaar. There were even more people here, making it far livelier than the streets outside.

Wang Dashu was a good village chief who wholeheartedly worked for the welfare of the villagers. Li Erlong had no doubts about his words.

"Who invited them here?" Xiao Qingshan suddenly flared up, instantly causing the young man standing behind him to break out in a cold sweat.

Since that was the case, there was simply no loyalty to speak of between them and Liu Guangzheng. With no loyalty to bind them, they would act entirely based on money or the shifting circumstances.

If Li Dong lacked even that basic level of ideological awareness, Dai Shuren would never have promoted him to the position of director of the Western Medicine Department in the first place. As for Wang Quan, his appointment was entirely an accidental circumstance.

The weapon in the hand of the man who rushed forward first had not even been deployed when Sun Qian's figure was already right before him. A dagger slashed directly from the man's throat down to his chest. Spouting a mouthful of bright red blood, his body crashed heavily to the ground.

Opposite him, Zhu Jiuyin was frantic with rage, murderous intent leaking out wildly as he stared at Lin Hai with teeth gnashed in hatred.

"Sun Qian, what kind of attitude is that?" Seeing Sun Qian's nonchalant expression as he sat off to the side, Na Qingcheng, whose face had remained gloomy the entire time, indignantly said. The quarrel that had just taken place stemmed entirely from Sun Qian, yet he remained so unbridled. Worried that these people might make a move against him, Na Qingcheng had no choice but to scold him first.

To put it bluntly, as for the guy with the traitor's hairstyle, he didn't care at all about making a fool of himself or becoming the butt of everyone's jokes. What he cared about was simply whether he could continue putting on airs and acting superior.

Originally, Li Erlong hadn't been looking down, so he hadn't actually seen Zhang Cuicui wet her pants. In truth, the only reason he knew Zhang Cuicui had wet herself was because he caught a whiff of a very, very pungent, urinous odor.

Because that was simply impossible; a mere wisp of the legendary True Fire of the Sun was capable of scorching the earth for a thousand miles and reducing all things to ashes.