Volume One, Chapter 94: The Sudden Sound of the Flute

Remarrying the Capital’s Elite Heir: I Rely on Mysticism! The Runaway Sheep 1336 words 2026-02-09 17:38:06

Yun Mojiu furrowed his brows.
"This is not him; it's merely another version of himself conjured with a puppet talisman!"
Yet it was clear that Xiao Xingrong was truly panicked.
He was even willing to damage his spiritual consciousness again, just to use a puppet to block their advance.
Suddenly, the puppet moved.
It charged at Yun Mojiu and the others with astonishing speed.
Yun Mojiu reacted swiftly, sidestepping and tossing a lightning talisman in the same instant.
A thunderous boom echoed.
At that moment, Shao Ping abruptly broke free from Shao Xinran's arm and once again turned to Qiao Muwan, dropping to her knees.
Yan Yongming explained lightly, making no mention that his sudden illness was due to Yan Nancheng and Qiao Muwan’s divorce.
When her gaze swept over me, it carried a chilling edge. I surmised that Ziyue had just left the ward, so there was no need for further greeting. As for my relationship with Ziyue, her glance made it clear—her indifferent sweep was tinged with disdain.

Cuffs and collar were all embroidered with golden clouds, and a fierce golden dragon leapt across the garment, a stark contrast to the lonely gentleness of the past—like night and day.
She knew full well that Yan Wushuang was in the Princess’s residence now, lingering with Yun Luo Qingqing, yet she still asked, as if she wanted to know why Yan Wushuang was there. But wasn't the reason already apparent?
Qin Jinmo awoke from a hazy stupor, looked around, and was greeted by a blaze of brilliant red—fiery and dazzling, beneath him a brocade-embroidered quilt. Luxurious gauze draped beside the bed.
This cat had followed the old Madam for years; everyone in Yan Shou Court cherished it as a treasure. Even the usually favored Qiao Chuxi dared not scold it. How could it have died so suddenly?
Her tone was like an elder questioning at home. After Qiao Nianxi spoke, her eyes fixed intently on Bai Ke’s expression.
Who would have thought a letter like this would surface now? It proved that Prince Gong and the Empress were not without feeling. On the contrary, precisely because of their emotions, Prince Gong acted cold toward the Empress all these years.
"The fork fell on the floor. I asked them to bring you another," Tan Xingyun said, watching Rong Chengyi’s flustered reaction. Rong Chengyi rarely lost composure before Tan Xingyun.
The Thunder God Whip descended with heavenly might, shattering the flames expelled by the nine-headed lion into countless sparks, which scattered in all directions.
"Well... maybe. Anyway, if you need, perhaps I can help you look? I know this part of the Empress District quite well."
At these words, everyone looked toward the black hole. Sure enough, it hadn’t vanished. Instead, a terrifying aura, even stronger than the previous red lightning, emanated from within.
Hao Tian wiped blood from the corner of his mouth. That blood, left unspilled, would harm him—a congestion shaken loose by the blow.

"By the way, does your celestial armor puppet have a gender?" Lin Jiajia helped Bai Fu consider the puppet’s appearance.
Gao Jian suddenly thought: Since the process strengthens the body but torments the soul, why not have my soul slip out and hide for a bit?
During all this, he and Watson inexplicably reversed their previously poor cooperation, achieving a sort of 'tacit joint strike.'
Watson exchanged intelligence with them, and meanwhile, the energy within him had already streamed forth, probing in all directions.
"So that's how it is." He took out a bottle of chili powder, sprinkled the last bit onto the freshly blanched greens, savoring the moment.
As soon as she finished speaking, Xue Yue’er stared in disbelief, while Jiang Yuan grinned smugly at the side, as if he were the victor.
He gripped the locust wood sword, analyzing with burning eyes, thinking that this time he would finally make his mark, and Junyu would surely reward him.
With these thoughts, Mo Tian felt as though he had swallowed a hundred flies—disgusted and miserable, his contempt and anger toward Mo Jingyuan only grew stronger.