Chapter 50

Tang Lele nodded, then pushed open the door to the children's room. She saw Mo Qi and Kexin sleeping soundly, and did not disturb them, only tucked them in gently before tiptoeing back. By rights, the old emperor of Liang should have married off the princess who was of the same age as Qingyan, yet instead, he sent Liang Qingyan away. The elders of the Beast Hall were furious, while Su Molian, the Dongfang siblings, and the Xiahou siblings all breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing the news.

Upon hearing this, Su Molian suddenly understood, and her gaze shifted toward the Governor of Ningjian Prefecture. He listened, his eyes flickering with surprise, then quickly hardening with intimidation. Behind her stood a display shelf; he stepped forward, pinning her between the shelf and the wall. “You!” Hua Chenxiang had never expected such a move, and couldn’t help but explode in anger, furrowing her brows fiercely and gritting her teeth, but only managed to spit out a single word.

Her agent had reminded her, and even prepared a generic acceptance speech, but she never bothered to read it, since Li Ping himself said the chances of winning were nearly nil—so she dismissed the idea entirely.

Even though it was so late, the imperial concubines rushed over as soon as they got the news, eager to see what fate would befall the Noble Consort after Ling Consort’s death.

In the end, everyone concluded: excellent, all of them are like Miss Meng. Though Tangtang resembles Imperial Censor Wang a bit, she pulls it off beautifully.

Since the misunderstanding between Cousin Li An and Ruosu, Jing Tian has repeatedly instilled in Liang Chenxiao the belief that spouses must be honest, and that any discomfort must be voiced.

On the way, both hands kept rubbing Luo Yi’s hand, as if trying to erase something. Luo Yi was speechless, wanting to withdraw her hand.

Cheng Lianqing didn’t wait for Qin Lin’s reply and simply closed the door. Qin Lin leaned against his chair, feeling thirsty and wanting to pour a glass of water, only to find the office dispenser empty.

Eunuch Fuxi was anxious. He had followed Mr. Lin’s advice and did not inform the Crown Prince about Miss Luo’s serious injury and coma. Now that the Crown Prince asked, he was at a loss.

She replied immediately, then quickly reviewed the five works submitted by Yu Zhile.

Da Ping Xiu San was very satisfied with the attitude of these juniors. He bowed toward the front and delivered a pre-battle speech, devoid of any flourish, to strongly motivate himself.

Today, Shen Feng once again sent invitations to all tier-three and above business families in Tiannan City, gathering at Tianxiang Pavilion. Nearly everyone attended, with dozens assembled in the banquet hall.

As for Huacheng Group, it was cleared of suspicion. Two billion were injected by Qin Lin in his own name, and the stock price soared like a roller coaster, prompting frantic buying.

Luo Yi utterly despised this abuse of power to oppress others—she never wanted to do it before, and she still refuses now.

After dinner, Yu Zhile tried again to teach the baby to play the piano. Though the baby had obediently attended lessons these days, there was little progress; it seemed neither particularly fond nor opposed to playing, giving a somewhat perfunctory impression.

“It’s hopeless, hopeless,” the chubby cousin muttered, as if just realizing that the Noble Consort was useless, slumping in his chair like a puddle.

Wang Lang saw Bai Xinyi agree, then lifted her into the passenger seat and fastened her in, casually turning on the GPS. As soon as the local place name appeared onscreen, Wang Lang burst out laughing.

Before he knew it, Wang Hao had been in this world for nearly three years. Unconsciously, he made many good friends, met many people, and gained profound insights into life.

Gradually, the dagger came fully into view; the hand holding it appeared, followed by the arm, then the whole body.

When Jiang Chonglang returned, the toxicology report on the new corpse had already come in. Fortunately, work kept her busy enough to avoid dwelling on the emotional turmoil.

“Mawile, go!” As Li Yao had said, he sent his Pokémon into battle one after another, treating the martial arts tournament as a training ground.

“I suspect their target is the treasure we seek! If we keep an eye on them, maybe we can get the real thing!” Zhao Qingcheng said mysteriously. Judging by the signs from these demon beasts, it seemed they were conducting some kind of ritual.

The Wolf Barbarian Khan gazed at King Qinghu. Though Qinghu was not of Wolf Barbarian descent, and thus not his direct kin, King Qinghu had managed to be crowned as a barbarian king despite being an outsider, even overshadowing the kings of Dongxun and Tu Shan. Clearly, she possessed extraordinary abilities.

The Long-eared Rabbit immediately followed Wang Hao, and the silent Meng Ya joined as well.

This couldn’t be the Inner World. Otherwise, the Sky Vault would not remain indifferent. It must be the space of a supreme treasure. Su Zhan knew that the Sky Vault entrusted this matter to Lu Yiming, meaning the treasure was assigned to him.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, after hearing Ye Liancheng’s words, she could not stop herself from crying.

Xu Yang was eating with great appetite, but after a few bites, she suddenly seemed to remember something, her expression changed, and she stopped.

What would happen if the four supreme treasures of Heaven were combined—could they annihilate the Immortal Demon Clan, the Dark Soul Clan, and the Eight Desolate Sect?

Murong Jue struggled to steady his thoughts. Looking at the scene before him, he truly wanted to strike Murong Xian, but he couldn’t—after all, Murong Xian was now beyond his reach.

Hearing the crying that made her uncomfortable, Yu Yan squinted open one eye and saw Su Zirou pitifully taking out her phone.

She spun around, giving an impressive eye-roll. Is now the time to discuss supplements? Shouldn’t someone first praise her and say something nice?