119. Watching the Play (Two-in-One)

An abrupt turn of events unfolded, the dull, thunderous roar sending a shiver through Su Zhixiu. She appeared at Pei Xiunian’s side in an instant. The Imperial Princess of Qingqiu wore a grave expression, her furry fox ears standing upright as she braced for an enemy. Pei Xiunian, however, found the situation rather intriguing. He reached out and pushed open the inner window lattice; outside, the rain and snow swirled in the chilly air, though the cold could not touch Pei Xiunian, a cultivator of the Third Realm. He lowered his gaze to the person beside him.

Tan Ange frowned, watching Xie Jingyu, who seemed even angrier after returning. This was not the reaction she had expected. The six types of fresh fruit that Bo Siqing had Lin Yi send over were all her favorites, and the quantity was substantial. Before him, a shabby-looking human-faced, snake-tailed demon was drinking wine; hearing the words, it didn't even look up, simply pushing its own pile of chips onto the table.

The Divine Weapon’s decision left all the other Divine Weapons present stunned, and the mortals watching the live stream silently cheered in their hearts. They hated Chu He, but they did not hate Ling'er. Yu Hongyu, Sha Kou A'dai, and others, who were in the middle of a live broadcast, naturally detected the terrifying spiritual energy reaction. They also noticed a red light suddenly appearing in the sky, scanning the surroundings incessantly.

In this world, no relationship is truly secure; only the bonds of family could provide a modicum of peace to this suspicious emperor. "No, Xiyu, you have misunderstood your father. How could I not care about you? How could I not hold you in my heart?" He seemed to be searching for how to explain it to her.

"Ange, have you heard the news? The nation of Dongying actually plans to send a princess into the palace. It is truly detestable. They are trying to vie for his favor against you," Noble Lady Fang said, clenching her fists.

Moreover, what they could afford was limited, but the contract was very flexible with no binding clauses. In truth, they dared not bind a legend, as it would violate the Legend Management Act. After enduring so much pressure, seeing the Jingwei bird so happy now made him feel his heart suddenly relax.

At these words, everyone—hosts and guests alike—became busy and invigorated, and the nanny’s previously tense expression eased. However, his wife’s words were not entirely unreasonable; with the family growing, money had to be prepared. If they wanted a second child, they had to prepare early, as it would only become harder to conceive later on. The six-month deadline was, in a sense, understandable.

Yet, when the appointed day arrived, the salt transport team had not returned. When someone finally came back, it was with dire news: the supplies had been looted, and Gao Shun had been wounded and captured. She suddenly remembered the promise she made to him when she left Yin Capital: "Zi Zhao, if I fail to summon the spirits, I will return to Yin Capital and marry you."

Returning home that evening, Hua Xingcan exchanged greetings, then retreated to her room. Lying on her bed, she couldn't wait to open the box.

Someone let out a long whistle, unleashing their movement technique to follow Lei Xingyun. In an instant, hundreds, perhaps thousands, of followers trailed behind. The grand movements of Linxing City were inevitably discovered by countless people, and many from the surrounding prefectures set out, eager to witness this earth-shaking battle.

A moment later, the soil on the ground shifted, and the branches slowly stretched out again, but Li Si had already been reduced to a skeleton, deeply buried in the earth by the great tree.

Song Yazhu, who was packing her things, said nothing, occasionally slamming items down heavily to create dull, thudding sounds. From these ominous noises, Zhang Jiaze clearly sensed that his lady was angry—and not just an ordinary amount of anger.

It was true that the Mountain White Tiger was crude and hot-tempered, but its wealth of combat experience was more than enough to compensate for these innate shortcomings. "This..." Lin Feng looked at Mu Qing as he charged out, feeling somewhat bewildered. After all, he was unaware of Mu Qing’s emotional turmoil. It was as if someone who had been waiting quietly had suddenly, without warning, flared into a rage and rushed out to fight someone else. Both Qin Bing and Lin Feng were left at a loss.