Chapter 61: Imperial Noble Consort Ying

Ning Ruoxuan wore her dark hair in a high knot, her locks dark as ink and lips bright red. Her naturally curved, enchanting eyes were full of spirit, and with just a few words, she softened the expression of Emperor Yongxi.

Emperor Yongxi patted her hand and said warmly, "I remember you telling me once about your childhood."

Two years ago during the grand imperial ceremony of worshipping the heavens, the imperial carriage had ventured forth while commoners lined the streets to catch a glimpse of the celestial countenance—a most magnificent sight. Amidst the bustling crowds...

There was still a maidservant in the carriage, making it far from an ideal place for reminiscing. Xue Chuzhuang did not speak of her own affairs, instead steering the conversation elsewhere, asking how the other woman was doing now, what livelihood she pursued, whom she had married, and whether she knew him.

Suddenly, an indescribable aura emanated from the Undying Mother Tree. In an instant, all the heroes bathed in the halo felt their hearts stir; they crossed their legs and sat down within the grand hall, enveloped by that unfathomable presence.

He found it difficult even to open his eyes once more, as a piercing, heart-wrenching agony radiated from his eyes throughout his entire body.

Since she had taken over someone else's body, she ought to fulfill some of that person's obligations—such as showing filial piety to parents and carrying out the duties of a wife... Well, the wife part was already taken care of, so she could set that aside. That left only the parents and elders.

Squads of tireless, fearless undead knights were clad entirely in black battle armor, with only their exposed, blood-red eyes radiating a vast and overwhelming aura of slaughter.

"Clearly, it's your card-playing skills that are terrible, Lord Imhotep; you always drop the ball at the critical moment. Oh my!" Guo Lin looked at Imhotep's sweating brow and complained to Bruce.

For he could already see the people around him looking at him with the gazes one would reserve for a cherished simpleton. Zero was someone who could still meticulously plan an escape under such unimaginable psychological torture; to suggest he would go mad simply because his hope was severed was a remark uttered entirely without the benefit of thought.

The meal was consumed in a most harmonious and joyful atmosphere. At first, Qiao Nan was somewhat reserved and unable to fully relax, but the personalities of Su Han's parents were genuinely sincere, and their fondness for her was apparent on their very faces. Gradually, Qiao Nan let go of her inhibitions. She loved this kind of atmosphere and the feeling of home—so lively, so heartwarming.

However, thanks to the fact that running and exercising on the heavenly stairs every day was as effortless as eating and drinking, the effect of the overlapping gravity had little impact on her. What truly troubled her were the gravitational turbulence currents.

The sliced-open chest suddenly burst apart, and before the splashing blood and minced flesh could even fall, something entirely new surged out from within... That smoke-like body, hazy and indistinct, bent and twisted, yet upon it one could discern individual scales—rhomboid scales.

When I arrived at Shi'an's place, it was already in a state of utter ruin. Shi'an was not there, and just as I intended to head toward the Bardon district, Kang Cheng arrived with a band of men.

She wiped the blood from him and bandaged his wounds. The two conversed for over an hour, promising to meet frequently in the future.

Catching the fragrance of his body—so familiar that she would never forget it even if reduced to ashes—Yue Yi trembled slightly and lashed out with a blow. He did not dodge, simply allowing her light and heavy fists to rain down upon him.

This Zhou Fan was truly... In the time it took to drink a cup of tea, he had effortlessly and nonchalantly suppressed two Daoist Lords.

Qu Qingran looked at Qu Qingyou's expression with absolute sincerity, especially emphasizing the final phrase, "Do not give up on your treatment," making sure to accent every single word.

The man before her, suspected to be an incarnation of the Candle Dragon, possessed an air of such overwhelming majesty that none dared look upon him directly. What was most astonishing, however, was that the man's body appeared semi-transparent, implying that his true physical form was not present, and this was merely a phantom projection formed through immense power.

When Yue Yi regained consciousness once more, she found herself lying inside a carriage. Seemingly remembering something, she sat up in a panic, hurriedly lifting the carriage curtain to look outside. What met her eyes was a bustling and prosperous street.

Shen Luoyang suddenly lost all his strength, as if every ounce of energy had been drained from his body. His gaze gradually grew vacant, and a bitter, desolate expression spread across the corners of his mouth.