Chapter 112: The Bridal Chamber
In Xiao Ling’s bridal chamber, he lifted the crimson veil from Hao Mengdie’s face. The more he gazed upon her delicate and charming appearance, the more he adored her.
“Die’er!” Xiao Ling took her tender hand in his, praising softly, “You are truly beautiful!”
He gently drew her into his embrace.
“Xiao Lang,” Hao Mengdie murmured shyly, nestling her head against his warm chest.
“Xiao Lang, promise me you won’t fight so recklessly in battle. Just a few days ago, when you fought with the Tiger Eagle and were struck down, I was terrified. Remember, there’s someone at home waiting for you.”
Her hand rested against his broad, comforting chest, her heart swelling with joy, as if in a dream.
Listening to her words, Xiao Ling’s heart...
With the new emperor’s ascension, the ministers all sought to leave a good impression, hoping for smooth careers and swift promotions ahead.
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Nan Ruozhen struggled to raise her hand, gripping it tightly as if fearing that if she loosened her hold, she would be taken away by the men in black, exchanging her life for his.
They walked for a long while. When Xia Haitong finally regained her senses, they were already seated in the master’s chamber.
Ye Chengxuan’s words interrupted her thoughts. With tears in her eyes, she looked at him beseechingly and spoke again, pleading weakly.
Chen Feng and the others were relieved the master did not pursue the matter and left happily. Feng Feiyang could not understand why, knowing they were guilty yet not punished. Was it too lenient?
The tavern suddenly erupted into chaos. In this fragrant Rose Tavern, Dong Jie was like a prince. Seeing him bullied, the tavern’s enforcers swarmed out wielding knives, swords, and axes, striking fiercely at the man in the black robe’s forehead.
He had never seen her in a cheongsam before, let alone adorned so splendidly. His chopsticks paused mid-air as he watched her approach like a figure stepping out of a painting, a gentle smile playing on her lips, her delicate steps graceful and enchanting.
Thus, Song Duanwu lived these seemingly aimless days, actually waiting patiently for his moment to arise. Nearly a month passed like this until the weather turned cooler, and his intuition told him the main event was near.
“Young Marshal, you can’t drink anymore. Let me take you home,” Ruan Jingyuan said, knocking and entering, urging him once more.
The ground trembled violently at that moment. Countless chunks of earth burst forth, scattering in every direction.
Jin Qiu watched the clumsy performance with gritted teeth, itching to smash the man’s glasses. Just then, a knock came from outside the door.
Those words seemed to have substance, swirling repeatedly around Li Er. Some were as gentle as a mother’s hand, others as sharp as blades, painfully tearing at him.
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After returning to her homeland, though separated by distance, their souls resonated closely. They communicated increasingly often, and eventually, someone shattered the invisible barrier between them. Thus, they fell in love.
She had not intended to visit the prison, for she hated that man. Yet Liu Su knew very well that his imprisonment was largely because of her.
Standing in sleepwear, waiting midair for a long time, until the white dove in her hand completely vanished, no explosion occurred as imagined. Instead, Zhang Dong’s sonic boom startled all the nearby residents awake.
By the reckoning of time, it had been seven and a half days since the Black Tower’s arrival. The first hundred thousand who entered the tower had all emerged; those who did not survive were dead.
Sun Guan also considered Li Mumu’s financial needs and thus gave her thirty percent more when settling accounts.
Since the bar was crowded, Yan Wugui had worn a baseball cap this time. Sitting beside Yun Mi, when she leaned in to kiss him, Jiang Junxian finally noticed the man.
Before the three had traveled far, Gao Qiu suddenly stopped, frowning as he gazed at a massive boulder ahead.
She harbored a secret deep within her heart—that she loathed the lofty deity who controlled her fate. Yet sometimes, looking at the man beside her and the four children, she forcefully suppressed those dreadful thoughts.