Chapter 47: Princess Consort, Save Me!

At that time, Chu Hanxiao was well aware of the true motive behind Liu Yuanqing’s decision to marry his eldest legitimate daughter to him.

No one understood Liu Yuanqing’s ambition better than Chu Hanxiao!

Zhao Xue'er had always believed that Chu Hanxiao harbored extreme disgust toward Xia Qiqi. Therefore, she was convinced that the assassination and poisoning at the gates of Prince Jin’s mansion today must have been brought about by that siren, Xia Qiqi!

"Step aside!"

Xia Qiqi’s brows were laced with impatience, the golden needle on the tip of her right finger gleaming with a cold light.

Just as she had woken up so early, suffered a sprained ankle, and couldn't go out to exercise, wondering what to do, the doorbell rang.

Her jade-white face, raven-wing temples, and bright, resolute eyes filled with unmistakable joy—all of this made Yu Tang’s heart feel as though it were steeped in a warm current, melting away.

"King of Lions, don't you forget my brother Tiger's moniker—the Diurnal White Tiger! Do you know what 'diurnal' means? It means that even beneath the light of this sun, he remains an invincible existence!" the Ape King fawned upon the Diurnal White Tiger, putting on an extremely ingratiating display.

Reaching the outside of the tent, the leading soldier extinguished his torch before stepping inside, followed closely by the other three.

The commotion here alerted the people in the inner chambers. Tao Xu'er covered her face as if struck by lightning, tears welling in her eyes, on the verge of wailing.

It was likely the same as the way she was losing her temper with him now—failing to heed her words and wholeheartedly assisting the Yang family.

Before long, a three-foot-square sheet of white paper lay unrolled beside Ouyang Xun. A considerable amount of ink had already been added to it; at a glance, it looked disorganized, but upon closer inspection, one could discern a faint resemblance to a map.

It was still the same desk and cabinet, atop which rested a guqin covered in a thick layer of dust, as if it hadn't been played for a very long time.

Each of these Level 3 special undead warriors possessed strength comparable to a Xiantian realm master, and a very few exceptionally gifted ones were even vastly stronger than ordinary Xiantian masters.

Tie Zhan shook his head gloomily, knowing that the Saber Monarch was still dwelling on the exclusion and hostility he had suffered earlier from the Water-Crossing Monarch and the Feiling Monarch. In the end, the Saber Monarch remained unharmed, while those two had already paid the price for their arrogance and underestimation of the enemy.

"Hong Wu, stay close to me and Xu Yuanfeng. The three of us will form a triangular defense, supporting one another's blind spots." Mo Yuan possessed the highest cultivation among the three, so naturally, she took command.

"Damn it, watch it, you bastard, I'm covered in injuries!" Eagle slapped right onto the wound on my thigh, making me shiver with pain and burst into curses.

To be unintelligent enough to fall into someone else's trap was already a foolish thing; to fail to remain calm and instead fly into a rage was sheer folly upon folly.

However, these were, after all, only scattered surges of vital energy, which merely punctured Hong Wu's skin before losing all their force.

Much like an ancient person transported to the modern world, who would undoubtedly react like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden—filled with all sorts of novelties and ignorance.

To be safe, Ming Xing used a thermal imaging scanner to observe the interior of the house, confirming through the wall that there were only two red human figures inside.

"We haven't dared to slack off in the slightest, and everyone has made visible progress now." One could tell that Ying Sang's face was plastered with the word excitement at that moment.

While he was unable to deploy his spiritual essence, and Wang Long's divine soul had also been suppressed to a certain degree, it was nowhere near severe enough to blind him completely. He was still able to faintly sense the direction from which that mysterious power originated.

Shak's only motive in doing so was to reclaim his lost face. "Die!! Die!! Die!!" Even though he knew his sword strike could never possibly injure Zhao Yi, Shak continued to roar furiously in his heart...

Tall and ferocious figures, skin faintly covered in scales, and pale hair... The soldiers' terrified eyes reflected these terrifying entities that resembled humans yet were not quite human. None of this belonged in the mortal realm; it resembled scenes straight out of a nightmare.