Volume One, Chapter 71: Still Having Erotic Dreams at Your Age?

As noon approached, Feng Yizhou slowly awoke from his slumber. His eyes were still clouded with sleep, his brows faintly furrowed as he raised a hand to rub his temples. The moment he shifted, he felt something cold and clammy upon his head.

These days, Madam Xue visited the Plum Courtyard almost daily. Every word out of her mouth revolved around Ye Yuanzhou, her intentions unmistakably apparent. She had yet to agree to intercede on her behalf—not only because she was busy preparing the dowry, but also because she deliberately wished to keep Madam Xue waiting. Even if she intended to help, she wanted to let Madam Xue stew a while longer.

“But what if Qian Gengyi’s brother cannot withstand the torture in prison and dies?” asked Nanny Hua anxiously.

Within the ancient temple, the number of martial cultivators had already dwindled sharply. Under the oppressive aura of Chen Da, who was at the mid-Condensing Core stage, they exchanged helpless glances, all resistance sapped from them.

Control? In truth, because the two of them came from completely different worlds, many of her ideas were difficult for Guo Honglei to understand. Still, he rarely interfered forcefully; he would usually just frown and sigh, adopting an expression that said, “What am I to do with you?” In the end, he would usually compromise, quietly helping his wife fulfill her wishes.

Yet this suited Third Master Ye’s intentions. He had no desire to stir up any trouble and had thus chosen a spot at the very edge of the grounds, where he and his companions could sit and rest.

“Heh, I was only talking. It’s fine. Alright then, good luck. I won’t say any more—just take care of yourself.” Qingtian smiled faintly at my words. With that, he fell silent, stepping aside to let someone else have their turn.

Back when Lady Yun gave birth prematurely, the wet nurse was unprepared. It was said that the Second Princess went hungry twice in the two days after she was born.

Such worries, however, were best left unspoken, for even the mere thought of them was dangerous. To give them voice would irreparably wound her sister’s pride.

You just looked down on me, didn’t you? Now, see for yourselves—my news is far more exciting than your paltry scraps of information.

Suddenly, a hand with six fingers appeared, its palpable aura of bloodlust gripping Darius’s executioner’s blade in a deathly hold.

“Insolent wretch!” At some point, another gray-robed elder had appeared atop the Mo family’s caravan. A massive bow slung across his back, he took it down as he spoke, nocking an arrow to the string, ready to let it fly.

Qin Qi had no idea that Tang Huawan had so deftly turned the tables on her; she was left speechless, unable to respond to Tang Huawan’s words. She had been fanning the flames here all along, yet if she suddenly refused to help, Tang Huawan would surely see through her. But she was loath to risk herself, especially now that Mo Liang enjoyed Chu Tingchuan’s favor.

Under their astonished gazes, three figures appeared in a flash upon the previously empty ground not far away: Miyahiko, Number 18-503, and again, Miyahiko.

When had he returned? He’d actually managed to escape! Helian Qingcheng remained oblivious to Xuan Hai’s sympathetic glance. Catching her mother’s attention, she gestured a question, her gaze icy as she looked at the youth still kneeling beneath the scorching sun.

“Very well!” Erick replied, immediately taking her hand and slender waist, beginning the preparatory steps.

Gong Shiqin clinked bowls with Qi Chengwu and the others, then drained his wine in one gulp. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Di Baobao watching him. Thinking she was curious and wanted to know what wine tasted like, he poured the barest splash into a bowl and handed it to her to try.

Hearing this, Kuang Shijie nodded. Such a formidable move—if one were caught off guard by it, the consequences would be unimaginable. He could not help but wonder: was that master, renowned for taking two punches from Yin Heye’s Rising Village, also slain by this very stratagem, unable to defend himself in time?