Chapter 41: Pride

Those were confidential letters. Having spent so much time with Li Honghui, Wen Zhiyan recognized his left-handed handwriting at a glance. In the letters, Li Honghui had sent people to contact Changwei, attempting to make Changwei her husband and help him become the next Protector of the State, thereby seizing military command. He then intended to use this military power as a stepping stone for his own rise to the top. But to Wen Zhiyan's astonishment, Changwei actually refused him. Having failed in this scheme, Li Honghui began to devise other—

"What? Can't even walk straight just from seeing a handsome guy? Shall I send you outside so you can stare your fill?" An Yichen wore a mischievous grin.

Within just a few words, he clearly deduced the entire sequence of events as if he had witnessed it with his own eyes.

Luo Xing walked into the walk-in closet, kicked off her slippers, and stepped barefoot onto the soft, delicate wool carpet. Inside the open wardrobe, clothes were neatly arranged in a variety of styles, mostly in subdued and elegant colors—just the way she liked them.

"I think so too." Xialin looked at Gao Xiang in agreement, her raised smile showing her approval of his idea.

"Could it be that they are actually jade-gambling experts?" Steward Wang scrutinized Zhang Heng and Dugu Sheng closely.

Her vision was blurred, and her movements were mechanical. Even when scalding porridge spilled onto the back of her hand, she remained completely oblivious.

The rain outside seemed to grow heavier, pattering and cascading down. Amidst this sound of rain, she truly felt drowsy.

The old swindler had rarely made solemn guarantees in his life, but he had guaranteed these two points: first, that his light-fingered thievery would never be caught; and second, that this path was completely safe.

Fu Xiaoxiao was startled by her own sudden kiss on Tang Hui's cheek. Clearly, she had wanted to speak ill of him and scold him, but now it ended up looking as though she agreed entirely with what he had said.

In today's barren Earth, spiritual weapons were already extremely rare. Ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators could not possibly own them, and even many Core Formation cultivators of modest means lacked spiritual weapons.

"Hmph," Zhiling snorted, replying coldly, "Arrogant demon, soon you'll know who lives and who dies." Zhiling detested boastful words the most; she was a fiercely proud person.

"That's good, that's good..." Hearing Ognar's reply, the aged Emperor Fenrir felt as if a heavy stone had been lifted from his heart, his body suddenly growing much lighter.

I glanced out the window and realized that the sky outside had turned pitch black. Checking the time, it was already past eleven.

Yiling widened her eyes. "How could she be in City V? After Li Yingsheng passed away, she sold the Redwood Inn and left!" Why would she suddenly return?

Chen Yue was helped into a lying position by him. His body was truly damaged; even a slight movement made him dizzy. It wasn't just the forest that was strange—there were no animals other than plants in this entire space, so it would have been a miracle had he actually found a wild chicken.

"Zhilan, that..." The monk wore a look of utter awkwardness and hesitation, gently pushing away the head Zhou Zhilan had pressed against his cheek, yet for a moment he had no idea what to say.

A trace of doubt flickered in Mingxuan's eyes as he surveyed the entire grand hall. The hall was even larger than the imperial court in the palace; was this person planning to proclaim himself king?

Lady He was Buddha's guide and also his enlightenment mentor in the underworld. Her influence on Buddha must be similar to what Uncle De meant in my heart.

"I am Qianqian, Mo Lingyang. I have something to say to you. Let's find a place to meet!" Qianqian felt it necessary to make things clear to him.

Fang Yi naturally could see that Du Xinru was angry. This matter wasn't his fault, though; he was only afraid she would worry.

His Lordship the Divine Monarch awoke amidst a warm, soft fragrance. Having had no dreams all night, he had never slept so soundly until he moved his body and suddenly realized he seemed to be resting on something.