Volume 1, Chapter 44: Brides Arriving One After Another

Youzhou was a bitter and cold place, and Wei Bian was not a competent administrator; he was merely a military general. Last year, when the Guangjin army clashed with the Zhengzhou forces, he was invited by the Prefect of Guangjin to take the field, helping the Guangjin army shatter the Zhengzhou troops. In gratitude, the Prefect of Guangjin presented him with ten thousand strings of cash.

"All right, brother can just come back later and leave the lamp by the bed." Kaguya burrowed under the covers, pulling the quilt up to cover half her head, leaving only a pair of starry, luminous eyes blinking in the dark.

Yinling never expected such an attitude from her royal father and mother. Filled with extreme frustration yet unable to bear defying their wishes, she could only return to her room, lie on her bed, and through a thousand swirling thoughts, shed tears of grievance.

"What are you talking about? I have something much more delightful to tell you," the Terror Beast said with a feigned air of mystery.

Such gentleness was truly heartwarming, but it was somewhat a pity that the person in question was still unconscious and thus unable to fully experience and enjoy it.

Using such jumbled theories to comfort herself only showed that Shang Pinyu had truly fallen deep into the abyss of love. When love truly arrives, can we really handle all related issues with complete rationality, rather than just simply taking off our clothes and going to sleep?

Sister Yu was struck by these six ice crystals on her smooth thighs and arms, then tumbled to the ground in a sorry state, a muffled groan escaping her lips due to the intense pain.

For Yanyu, the only way to hear the true thoughts of Jun Wuhen and Jun Buyu in the grand hall was to make them believe she was not there, so they could speak their minds without any reservations.

Why did Yu Fan think Zhuang Shiyun was being underhanded? First of all, until the battle was over, any words spoken were in vain; having observed him for so long, how could he fail to see his character? This was a fellow who would always seize any advantage he could get. Secondly, he used Nangong Changyun's mouth to seal the lips of everyone eager to speak.

Only Liu Ling looked at Rider with a trace of surprise, seemingly not expecting that this rugged giant's purpose for seeking the Holy Grail was simply to attain it.

Wenwan slept deeply, shallow dimples lingering at the corners of her lips, completely unaware of Lin Yuan's movements. Wanwan, however, opened her eyes, frowned, and let out a couple of grunts as the howling gale outside forced the door open, sending surges of cold wind sweeping into the room. Feeling somewhat chilled, Wanwan burrowed deeper into her mother's embrace.

Everyone wore identical smiles, smiles that lingered unceasingly as they raised their heads and cast their gazes upon others.

Shielded securely by Rong Mo and completely untouched by the invasion of the earthly spirits, Ye Qianli remained immersed in her own profound comprehension.

At this thought, for some unknown reason, her heart suddenly gave a violent jolt, almost making her unable to hold back the urge to rush to the restroom.

Shen Guohong understood what Wen Yongjie meant. In truth, he also knew that people from the Xiao family were still working against him in secret, but last night's affair involved the Yan Luo Temple, so no one dared to speak recklessly. It was a matter understood tacitly by all.

Watching his receding figure, Ye Shengjia lowered his head with a helpless smile and picked up his pace to catch up.

After turning into a warrior, the attribute bonuses upon leveling up were indeed not as abundant as those of the original Holy Knight, but I had to accept reality. The immediate issue was learning skills; I wondered if the warrior's mentor would be able to teach skills when I reached level 30.

I certainly wasn't going to stand on ceremony, I muttered to myself inwardly, but I didn't say anything further. I first used the teleportation array to return to my territory and then notified Muxue.

"Damn it!" Brother Niu said in the party chat, condensing a thousand words into a single expletive that vividly and thoroughly expressed his utterly complex state of mind.

Just as he finished speaking, a hurried Fang Dashan came to summon him, so he bent down to press a kiss onto her forehead and strode out, his face covered in stubble.

Ren Xiaogong did not dare to retort, nor did he dare to remain in Songjiang any longer. In his mind, he had come to view the entire Northeast as a forbidden zone, secretly vowing that unless absolutely necessary, he would never set foot on this land again for the rest of his life.

"Xia Zhenting, are you always this unreasonable?" Fang Ziye discovered for the first time that he could possess such a childish side.

"Empty out everything in your pockets." Zhao Feihua had apparently discovered it long ago; truly, as the saying goes, while the Dao is high by a foot, the demon is high by ten.

As far as Qingcang knew, Mu Shuiruo had comprehended four profound truths, which were: the Element of Fire, the Art of Fire Escape, the Scorching Heat of Fire, and the Flame that Wounds the Soul.

That was a result no one could change. Even someone as mighty as Taicang, who wielded the Heavenly Dao, was powerless, let alone a low-level cultivator from the mortal realm.

The silver-white uniform molded completely to Xiao Qingqing's figure, and a white belt was cinched tightly around her waist.

Gazing at the mountain of cash inside the safe, the Eighth Uncle's eyes grew dizzy. He had never imagined that Shanzhu would keep so much money stored right in a safe.

Whether it was simple or not, no one could say for sure. Be it the low-profile and forbearing Seventh Prince or the self-preserving Fifth Prince, the truth was that no one in this palace was clean and transparent. If blame was to be assigned, she could only blame her own ill fortune for accidentally stumbling into a struggle for imperial power that had nothing whatsoever to do with her.

"Senior Poison Physician, is Brother Fuchu here?" A crisp, pleasant voice drifted in from outside the courtyard. The Poison Physician raised an eyebrow, pointed unenthusiastically toward the medicinal garden, and before he could even speak, Fuchu had already stepped out to meet them.