Chapter 48: Walking Together in the Evening Breeze, Thoughts Gradually Clearing

Considering the best interests of the Dayu Dynasty, the temporary ruler of Yudu issued an order that was entirely reasonable.

"He Bin slandered Anyong and showed gross disrespect to the Princess Consort. Take him away and administer fifteen strokes of the cane as a warning to others." Chu Yuanyi looked coldly at General He, pronouncing each word in a deep voice.

He could not stay here much longer. If he encountered the imperial maritime patrol and they saw he was still alive, it would lead to a great deal of trouble.

Yet Qi Feiyan knew in her heart that she had to endure. As long as she could survive the first few days, their deliberate targeting would eventually subside.

Chu Cunan had asked this question after deep deliberation. Believing that Chu Chu's face had been ruined by the plague back then, she was certain that Chu Chu must look extremely hideous now. Thus, she was filled with confidence and eagerly anticipated receiving praise from Chu Xun. Chu Xun glanced at her, thinking to himself, "Since you aren't afraid, I might as well tell the truth."

At that moment, Li Fan walked out of the lottery ticket booth. Over the past few days, he had spent more than two hundred thousand. To prevent his lies from being exposed, he had come to the booth early in the morning and staged a coordinated act with the owner.

Qing Nian's attitude toward Fu Huaichen had always been different from her attitude toward others. Xu Zhu could not quite put his finger on it, but he was acutely aware of it.

This was a right possessed solely by the resident ghosts; those wandering souls who entered the Land of No Demise temporarily possessed no such qualification whatsoever.

In fact, by the morning of the fifth day, news of the events within the Imperial Clan Court and the execution of Empress Chen had already spread among the aristocratic households. However, since Emperor Yongxian had given no official word, no one dared to speak of it openly.

Now, Tatajike was using living human life-fire to scorch the Heartless Umbrella, and this very flame happened to be the finest method for decomposing the evil phantoms. Consequently, Chen Wuye released the phantoms trapped within the umbrella to break Tatajike's living human life-fire.

Coupled with the fact that he had been enfeoffed as a prince without having performed a single military merit, he became the target of widespread criticism. His uncles, in particular, were green with jealousy and spared no effort in making things difficult for him. Through their deliberate propagation, his reputation as a useless prince became known throughout the entire realm.

The pressure and terror enveloping his body vanished in an instant. Chen Kui drew a heavy, ragged breath, a look of lingering shock on his face.

All hostility was now redirected entirely toward Zhou Ren. Only then did the crowd realize they had just been played.

Cheng Muyu sneered, turned around, and walked out. Lady Xing, who was in the midst of untying her garments, froze in astonishment. Unable to understand why Cheng Muyu had suddenly left, she let out a soft call.

She had experienced the apocalypse in her teens during her past life. Although she was not very old when she later met Su Qiao, they had not been romantically involved at the time. Seeing her eldest sister-in-law looking so shy now, Nuannuan found it quite novel.

Upon returning to the Shen residence and entering the Eastern Courtyard, she noticed maidservants hurrying past with an air of unusual panic. Even upon seeing them, the maids merely offered a hasty bow before rushing off.

Chen Lieyang had, after all, been raised in a military lineage. Even though he had spent the first decade or so of his life believing he would amount to nothing more than a profligate wastrel, the latter dozen years of his life had been forged on the frontier.

When the entire space completely vanished, they found themselves outside the volcanic region.

A middle-aged man sat upon the threshold, puffing away at a water pipe with deep furrows on his brow, letting out helpless and weary sighs.

In an instant, many hurried passersby stopped in their tracks to watch the commotion.

The two voices belonged to Ye Ruming and Chen Futian. As they exchanged glances, both could read the surging fighting spirit in each other's eyes.

Li Zhao slowly closed the Den Den Mushi while simultaneously allowing another Den Den Mushi, currently functioning as a recorder, to return to dormant status.

"You may leave. This young lady shall remain to share a meal with me," the inner courtyard resident commanded in a chillingly authoritative tone.

Chen Ming and his companions walked shoulder-to-shoulder out of the Sanlixiang Clubhouse. Chen Ming still had a heavy workload for the day, as he needed to join Sun Qingxuan in the afternoon to record the songs for the Top Ten Golden Melodies Awards.

Madam Meng had fainted from rage the previous night, lying abed unable to take any food or drink. Zhao Qin'er had instructed the servants to prepare some light rice porridge for her, but when the porridge failed to arrive, she decided to come and check on things herself.

Setting aside his cultivation realm, Ye Ruming could be said to have fully inherited Duguxing's mastery of the zither. Ten years of tireless, round-the-clock playing within his dreams had filled his zither melodies with profound emotion, intoxicating all who listened.

The ferocious beasts were gathered near the boulders surrounding the main camp, digging pits in an attempt to escape through tunnels.

Ming Feng looked at Ning Fan with a gaze full of shifting uncertainty and doubt. Those around them were struck dumb by Ning Fan's words, their minds reeling as if caught in an earthquake, utterly unable to find peace.

He could not ingest the Spring of Life just yet; firstly, time did not permit it, and secondly, this place was far from tranquil.

Putting aside my inability to fathom their motives, even if I could figure them out, I probably wouldn't be able to handle them. They are here to investigate Huo Jidu, and there can be no flaws on my end.

Led by Lihong, their ages ranged strictly from eighteen to twenty-five or six—women I had deliberately chosen to keep.

Everyone present kept their eyes fixed on this Daoist Hanzhen, fearing he might hatch some new scheme to make things difficult for Prince Consort Li.

Seeing the laughter still lingering in the corners of Mo Yishen's eyes and brows, his frown deepened even further. Did this girl look like she was afraid of him in the slightest?

It seemed that the more venomous her verbal attacks against me were, the happier she became. Through her expression, I could see her hiding in a sunless corner, gripped by inferiority and terror. She knew that things under the sun would only grow brighter, while things buried in the soil would rot into something nauseating. Thus, she sought to trample upon my happiness to wrap herself in her own misery.