Volume One, Chapter 36: The Underworld Messenger Seems to Know Her

Time slipped away, minute by minute.

“It’s almost time, only five minutes left!”

Everyone watched the clock, their nerves taut with anxiety.

At that moment, Old Li’s phone rang.

“Thank you for Your Majesty’s kindness, but Xue Zhilan’s heart is set. In this life and the next, I will follow A’Lian to the ends of the earth, never leaving nor forsaking him. I beg Your Majesty to grant us your blessing!” Snow Lotus lifted her head, gazing resolutely at the Jade Emperor.

After Ning Yue sat down, she took a sewing kit from her bosom, gently opened it, and drew out the medicine pouch she had made for herself. In the gentle winter sunlight, she gazed upon the embroidered ink orchid and fell into deep thought.

In the end, it was Old Black who was deliberately causing trouble, making it impossible for Mu Xuanlang to suppress everyone at once.

“Today Miss Ning encountered Zhan Long on the mountain. He likely already knows that you’re sheltering her here. If you have time, you should go up the mountain and report to him, lest he comes to question you in the future and harmony is lost,” Dou Hu looked at Han Fei with deep concern.

Though the three others present at the time found the matter absurd, Lady Eleven firmly believed that He Ye would remember the last will and testament by heart.

Thus, when Liu Junyi saw the Prince of Jin receive the decree and blandly express his gratitude, then accept the guests’ congratulatory chorus with an impassive face, he knew full well that the Prince’s indifference was a performance, yet still displayed a look of brooding anger himself.

“Why can the Shadow Tide infiltrate so far? Weren’t they supposed to be contained in the north?” Stan, walking at the rear, kept a cautious eye on their surroundings.

Aunt Xiao finally came back to her senses, but her mind was occupied with another matter. “Was it truly my husband who invited the immortal to descend?” Her face bore a mix of grief and joy.

“I’m going to take a bath,” Lu Xuan rolled his eyes. He was here as a bodyguard, not a foodie.

By candlelight, Qingshuang recounted in detail all the events that had transpired since Zeng Shaocong’s departure.

Upon hearing this, Leng Ningxiang’s mind raced—what could possibly make her leave His Majesty and travel alone? Their departure from the palace must have a vital purpose, otherwise why keep it secret from everyone, herself included, though she knew nothing of their true intent.

The feeling pierced her heart in an instant, her chest tightening with a strange ache. Her inner lake of emotions grew suddenly restless and uncertain. What was she thinking?

I patted Fufeng’s hand. “The master knows.” Fufeng’s words were not without reason, and I understood perfectly well.

“Heh. Mr. Bastard, don’t be afraid. You’re still useful to us. We won’t eat you—at least not yet. Hehe! Come on, this way please. We’ve arrived; your friends are waiting for you.” Meya slipped behind Qin, making a gesture as if inviting him into a trap.

As the saying goes: ‘Sword for a month, staff for a year, a lifetime to master the spear.’ Life resolved in secret to find a truly good spear technique and hone it to perfection.

After saying this, Jujube felt the arm she was lightly supporting grow heavier, and Qingshuang, who had not spoken for some time, was deathly pale and seemed unable to stand.

At that moment, Chen Hu rose to his feet. It was still early morning. He looked up at the sun, roughly gauged his position, and set out in a chosen direction.

In the end, Ji Siyue was laughing so hard that her whole body trembled. Jian Mofan paid it no mind, thinking she was still scared. Yet her shaking reminded him that she needed to be taken to the hospital at once.

“Are you still short of breath?” Ming Lou asked. Ming Fan, slumped on the bench, shook his head awkwardly, and Ming Cheng laughed.