Chapter 61

"I beg Madam to help me, and I shall never forget Madam's immense grace and kindness." Shen Caiyi was almost ready to kneel and plead before Lady Pei.

For the third generation, marriages between relatives would either bring the families even closer, or, if things went awry, turn them into bitter enemies.

As Han Duoduo stepped through the main entrance, the owner of the shop—a man with a rather aloof air yet striking, refined features—walked over.

In the eyes of Liaokong and the others, even if Ye Jun were a Grandmaster, Liaojie could slay him within a quarter of an hour at most.

Because Ran Mu had already given birth and the family had hired an experienced maternity matron to care for the baby, Gu Feiyi finally freed himself to begin taking over the affairs of the Jiang family.

That command flag represented Zuo Lengchan. To trample the command flag beneath one's feet—was that not trampling Zuo Lengchan's very dignity and face into the dirt?

Dongfang Yi stammered and stuttered for a long time, raising his hand as if to discipline Dongfang Qi. Fortunately, having anticipated this, Dongfang Qi had already slipped away without a trace.

Noticing Li Jixiang's gaze lingering on the bridge of his nose, An Chen puffed out his chubby face and explained. Realizing that Li Jixiang had no intention of mocking him, his mood relaxed considerably.

"Why is she still here?" He had known all along about Liang Ping hiring a private tutor for his classmate. If it were a newly hired tutor, she should have already been assigned to his classmate's home; why was she still appearing at the Liang residence?

"In the future, this consort will still need your vigorous assistance. Now that I am pregnant, goodness knows how many pairs of eyes are watching me," Wan Ye sighed and said.

Though I cannot see who cast the votes, thank you to everyone who voted and for your encouragement. I will continue to work hard.

Cheng Feihu and Xu Jie looked ashen, their faces like dead ashes. The most terrifying thing in this world is to be given a glimmer of hope amidst utter despair, only to watch it vanish right before your eyes.

Standing outside the hall was a youth whose face was as flawless as jade. Instead of wearing the characteristic attire of the Qilin Kingdom, he wore a silver robe embroidered with delicate snowflakes, draped with a pure white fox-fur cloak over it.

At this moment, as the perspective shifted to an overhead bird's-eye view, all the spectating players were instantly baffled, because it was abundantly clear. From the aerial view, whether one chose the left or the right path, both led to the exact same road. What on earth was the point of the developers forcing them to make this choice?

Hearing these words, the crowd stood up in unison. The very atmosphere of the grand hall already exuded a heavy sense of oppression, and at this moment, who would dare truly slight this newly appointed Empress?

Given Zuo Lengchan's—[昭煜炵, note: translated consistently as the character's persona dictates]—character, had he not been seventy or eighty percent certain, how could he have spoken such words so casually? Since he had uttered them, they were bound to be true eight times out of ten. This matter was practically destined to happen, and no amount of comfort could alter the facts.

As the voice faded, Shu Jingrong looked toward the direction of the second floor, only to see Quan Shaohuang resting his chin on one hand, leaning against the railing with a charming smile, looking down at her with an amused gaze.

"Empress Dowager..." It was still that kind, elderly woman. She stood before her as coldly as ever, separated by a distance of barely a few meters. Through the wrinkles, Ning Wu caught the hatred hidden beneath, and despite her worsening dizziness, she could still make out that chilling, sinister smile.

Brother Fu gently waved his hand, "Second Brother, what kind of talk is that? If you have matters to discuss, just come on over. As long as it is within my power, let's sit down and talk." He pulled me over to sit on the sofa and even brewed a cup of coffee for me.

Unable to help herself, she reached out to stroke her cheek. The skin was soft, crystal-clear and translucent like that of a newborn baby.

"How could that be? How could I possibly not dare to go? You don't need to use reverse psychology on me like that; I won't fall for your trap. For the sake of my adorable Ke'er, I suppose I'll go help you ask for leave!" Li Yi smiled and said.

Xia Xiaoxiao pouted unhappily. What kind of tone was that? Did he take her for someone who dallied with men behind his back? Unable to break free from the man's restraint, she simply turned her back on him. All the grievances she had suffered at Aunt Leng's place welled up at once, and her lips jutted out high.

Several meters ahead, a gigantic fox lay proudly on the ground with its head held high, its eyes filled with utter disdain as it watched them.

After all, the Immortal Spirit Valley held the position of the undisputed leader of the righteous path in the realm of cultivation, and none of their information could be considered much of a secret. As Jing Ju, who was renowned throughout the Sacred Cultivation Sect as the most erudite and knowledgeable person, how could he possibly fail to recognize these core disciples?

These giant butterflies that used the Ice-Rifting Technique needed to survive in an environment of extreme cold. No matter wonder the moment she stepped into this area, Feng Yu instantly felt that it was several degrees colder than elsewhere. The fire-attribute cultivation techniques she had practiced for years happened to be able to counteract ice-attribute spiritual insects right here; today, she would finally get to witness their true power.

With fine eyebrows, clear eyes, red lips, white teeth, skin like congealed fat, and fingers like tender bamboo shoots. Draped in multiple layers of imperial wedding robes embroidered with intertwining dragons and phoenixes, and covered with an exquisite bridal veil, Ning Wu was supported by the matchmaker as she stepped out of the marquis's estate step by step.

And today, the thing she feared most had finally happened. Moreover, a wedding was being held, which made it even harder for Hu Xian'er to bear. She watched with her own eyes as the person she loved deeply became the husband of another. Although Hu Xian'er was determined to snatch Meng Qi away, such a sight still brought her to silent tears.

Wang Hou knew this was a normal situation; one could not rush growth by pulling on the seedlings. He had to let the two of them break through their bottlenecks on their own. Finally, on the fifth day, Liu Hanyan's internal Qi finally showed growth once more; on the sixth day, Zhou Qingzhu experienced a similar situation. Realizing that they had both finally achieved a new breakthrough, the two of them were filled with excitement.

"There is no poison in the soil. Cut off a section... of the roots for me," the old Daoist priest instructed in a low voice. Following his instructions, Zhu Ziping used his fingertip to sever a section of the root and handed it to the old Daoist. Disregarding the soil clinging to it, the old Daoist chewed the root in his mouth and once again closed his eyes to channel his inner energy.