Chapter 64: Conversation upon Waking from a Dream

When Jiang Zhuo returned to the Jiang residence, the gold, silver, jade, and fine silks sent from the imperial palace were already spread all over the ground.

These were all rewards sent by the Empress Dowager.

Yet Jiang Zhuo felt utterly devoid of enthusiasm.

She had been elevated to the rank of a County Princess because of her father's death, and further raised to a Princess of the First Rank because of her master's death. Every step she took toward high political power was treading upon the corpses of her loved ones, leaving her to genuinely wonder if she might be some sort of ill-fated jinx.

Declining all visitors who came to offer congratulations, upon returning to the capital—

"Wait here for a moment while I go change my clothes. I had them on earlier, but finding them troublesome, I took them off again." Yan Shengge fished out a paper bag from the side and stepped directly into a makeshift changing room nearby.

Song Yuyan was not a man of many words, but this was the first time he had sat in brooding silence, downing cup after cup of alcohol like this. The moment he walked in and drank his first cup, Xia Yifei had already sensed that something was amiss.

Consequently, the entire Thieves' Sect was plagued by physical disabilities; even the descendants of those ancient forebears could not escape the doomed fate of congenital deformities.

The most conspicuous item was a massive shelving unit standing against the wall, its various tiers holding trophies from different competitions.

She could not help but sneer inwardly. With a mother as naive as hers, what chance of survival was there when encountering an old fox like Nie Yun?

Perhaps influenced by the class reorganization, my team suddenly found itself unable to stick together this semester, and most of the time I had to fight completely on my own.

Nodding in agreement, I followed Tang Qi into the car, keeping my eyes fixed steadily on Nie Yun's direction, even though I could not hear a single thing.

Amidst a flurry of galloping horses, in a moment of inattention, She Saihua knocked Yang Jiye off his horse—yet Yang Jiye's leg remained caught in the stirrup, a terribly perilous situation.

While Li Kunshan and his companions were amusing themselves here, his elder sisters, Princess Liming and Princess Lihua, had run off to the Yanbei Taoist Temple on the afternoon of the fifteenth day of the first lunar month to visit their prince father.

Even if she fancied him, what could she possibly do? She could never truly fathom what manner of feelings he held for her.

Thus, Chen Junyi stared in a daze for a moment. When he finally collected himself, he lowered his head with a touch of embarrassment.

With a deafening crash, the Spirit Supervisor's thunderous blow was indeed extraordinary. The head of the double-ringed halberd smashed into the ground right beside Chen Chen, shattering two chunks of frozen earth like slabs of stone. One of the fragments struck Chen Chen's ribs, sending him sliding toward the right while coughing up blood, and he only came to a halt after violently crashing into several warhorses.

It was precisely because of such a mindset that Yun Chu was able to brazenly put up a stubborn front right to the end in front of Yu Xiurong—she had no ulterior thoughts, absolutely none at all. If Yu Xiurong had been present back then, she might have kissed him even more fiercely.

Chen Junyi swung his long spear repeatedly while executing incantation hand seals, dividing his focus into two tasks. His hands and limbs flickered and danced wildly like an octopus, unleashing spear gleams and arcane techniques in counterattack.

Naturally, one also had to endure the tribulations sent down by the Heavenly Dao, as well as the karmic backlash of destiny after the original owner's death.

Looking down at Zhang Rufeng and the others below, Li Yu hesitated for a moment and said, "Assuming what they said is entirely true..."

Just as Yu Xiurong was supervising people tidying up the meditation room, she abruptly heard Li Si's cry. The feather duster slipped from her grip and fell to the floor. Fighting down her shock, she hurried out of the room, only to see her husband—clad in monk's robes and completely shaven-headed—walking in from outside.

Brother Yong was unable to speak or control his body, and could only follow closely behind Jiufeng with a face full of terror.

They were astonished that Li Yu and his group had actually managed to find a fully intact helicopter. With such a contraption, many of their tasks would become infinitely more convenient.

Having gone a whole day without food, she no longer cared whether it tasted good or not. She brewed her favorite bowl of Tom Yum instant noodles and paired it with a sausage—it was simply sheer bliss.

Clearly, in that brief fraction of a moment just now, Ding Yamo must have done something. He hurried back to the living room and meticulously observed and inspected every single object Ding Yamo had touched.

Her entire body tightened, and Wen Rou snapped awake. After lingering in a daze for quite a while, she finally managed to make out the patterns on the bed canopy above her.