Chapter 102: Just Praise Me

The sky was as dark as ink, a crescent moon piercing through the sea of clouds, hanging high overhead.

“Will you still escort me home tonight?”

Lu Qingfei’s emotions wavered greatly; her eyes were weary, her bright gaze blurred with a mist of cherry blossoms, gentle as waves after rain, revealing a hint of the fresh, clear hues that follow a storm.

She let out a heavy yawn. “I’m tired.”

If you’re going to escort me, do it early; if not, just go to sleep early.

Jiang Heng took the water cup from Lu Qingfei’s hand and placed it on the crystal table. He bent down and carried her horizontally.

He feared that Yun Shuiyao would cling to him relentlessly and dared not get too close, lest their quarrels become endless.

Looking out, there were five immortal peaks piercing the clouds, magnificently grand. Though spaced far apart, many rainbow bridges stretched between the peaks, linking them together. Mist curled and drifted, occasionally glowing with celestial energy and flickering with spiritual light—a true paradise for immortals.

Sifang, seeing the injuries on Yueguang’s body, broke into cold sweat. Yueguang’s entire chest had been pierced through.

“Let’s go!” Gu Beichen withdrew his gaze; his chiseled face was utterly cold, devoid of any warmth or sympathy.

Knowing refusal was impossible, Pei Shiyin could only smile and agree. Both publicly and privately, she should not reject Tang Yexi’s invitation.

Her heart wouldn’t calm, waves of trouble crashing one after another. Why were so many complications arising lately?

The old master’s mouth hung open in disbelief. To anyone else, it would sound like a fantasy tale, but Bao Chun could tell the old master truly believed it.

Gu Beichen’s eyes were filled with complex emotions as he looked at Jian Mo. At that moment, his mood was heavy with guilt and self-blame... If only he had come sooner, would she have been spared another such tragedy?

Huang Yunyu pulled her along. That girl’s courage was growing bolder, wanting to venture everywhere. It seemed she would need a stern punishment upon return; otherwise, she’d be fearless of heaven or earth.

Perhaps when it came to beauties, as long as they were useful, he never refused. Yet facing Xi Ruoyan, even under mortal threat, he couldn’t bear to refuse.

Under Leng Yu’s gaze, Luo Yu’s delicate face flushed a rosy hue, her jade head bowing slightly.

“Your Majesty, I have no objections. I leave all decisions to you!” Wanyan Fei spoke lightly, as if utterly indifferent to Feng Wuyang’s premarital affair with her former husband.

After Haochen and the others solemnly clasped fists in thanks to the orphan child, they set off in the direction he indicated.

“You are not allowed to leave the mansion for even half a step from now on,” Huang Yunfan said coldly without even glancing at him, then went inside.

The Fourth Master was silent for a moment before taking Wenxin’s hand. In such weather, her hand was icy cold.

“Have you ever heard the legend of telekinetic retrieval, Your Majesty?” An Ran teased him casually. Today, she had revealed this skill publicly. It was dangerous, indeed, but this was the most critical moment. If she didn’t fight with all her might, was she to watch herself die alongside this madman and become his consort in the underworld?

Lying on the ground, Huang Yixiang opened his eyes slightly. Before him was a dimly lit, unfamiliar place.

Huang Yun Yue shook her head helplessly and tossed him an orange. “Eat.” He looked at Su Xiling, sensing something different about her, and found he liked this version of her.

“Yes!” Qu Sen responded promptly, tracing a circle around the first predicted area with his finger.

“What right does a murderer have to appear in my home?” Guan Yuan smiled sweetly, but her words were venomous. To others, it might seem as if she were warmly welcoming Lu Yaoyao.

In haste, Chen Xuanzang’s figure wavered slightly as a beam of light grazed his face, immediately leaving a deep, bone-cutting scar on his smooth cheek.

In the Great Zhou, inside the imperial palace. Within the Eastern Palace, candlelight flickered, casting shadows on the walls. The hall was unusually quiet.