Volume 1, Chapter 62: Cheng Jinxi's Jealousy Rages

"Young Madam, but..."
"No buts. I see that Concubine Cheng is also showing, and carrying a belly is quite tiring. There's no need for her to waste time lingering in my courtyard; she should hurry back to rest and nourish her pregnancy."
Cheng Jinxi clenched her hands, deeply unwilling, yet she still offered her farewells and left.
Ever since Hua Zhuoran crossed the threshold, she had tried numerous methods.
It was simply that Ruyi Residence was guarded tightly both inside and out, and the Heir slept in her courtyard every single night.
"Thud, thud, thud!" The sound of spears piercing flesh rang out continuously. Although the impact force of the charging Turkic cavalry was immense, the Zhou army's shield-bearers held their ground stubbornly, refusing to retreat an inch. Gradually, fresh blood began to seep out from the gaps between the shields, staining this copper-and-iron wall crimson.
"You can rest assured about that Red Silk, please don't be angry at all. I will definitely send someone to protect Daniu, and I guarantee that when you see him again, he'll be as fair and plump as a ginseng fruit!" Wu Zhen said with an excited expression.
In comparison, Lance appeared much more at ease, entirely unlike the awkwardness and stiffness of so-and-so. Polite pleasantries and greetings seemed as natural to him as a daily routine.
The magical beasts that had evaded the first wave of attacks subconsciously looked up at the sky. The clouds up high were still drifting as lazily as ever, the blue background retained its dreamlike hue, and even the sun hung properly in its original place, showing not the slightest intention of setting.
Murong He was dressed in dark blue official robes, around fifty years of age, standing over seven feet tall. Contrary to Qing Wu's prior imagination of a bloated face and corpulent figure, he was lean and well-proportioned, his wise eyes sharp as a falcon's, capable of piercing through everything before him.
Luo Xi curled her lips. "You're always so serious and so annoying, no wonder everyone dares not leave the mountain stronghold. I really want to see what your face looks like beneath that mask right now, what kind of expression you're wearing." As she spoke, she reached out to pull off Qing Feng's mask, but Qing Feng stepped back and grabbed her wrist.
It turned out to be true. A Feng simply felt that the experiences Qinglan had gone through were far too tragic, and the most unfortunate part was that someone like Qinglan was not the only one of her kind within the palace.
Lan Nuo said nothing more, leaped gracefully onto a giant tree, hopped across several branches, and held her breath.
Sun Xue'er sat in her seat, watching in a daze as her eyes blurred. She exclaimed that Yang Lefan was simply too formidable; taking down five or six men was even easier than slicing melons and chopping vegetables. Even in the luxurious private room of the Fubang Hotel, she hadn't seen him move with such clean-cut efficiency.
"Eh?" Cheng Yun only then realized that she didn't even know this person she considered her brother-in-law's name, or what he did for a living.
"Are you a member of the demon race?" Lang Yu narrowed his eyes. Although he hadn't sensed the aura of a Black Demon, who else in this Crimson Demon Heaven would come to hunt him down?
In the past, Linyin had once told Ye Lan a secret—that she actually had a younger sister in China.
Returning her thoughts to the ancient scroll, even without these old grudges, she had to fight on for the sake of this old man. In your past life you guarded me, and in this life I will surely grant you rebirth.
At this moment, everyone simultaneously discovered that all the mummified corpses originally lining both sides of the cave had turned their heads to face where Lei Xiu and the others were, staring fixedly at them.
The Buddha awoke with a start, shouting out that it was bad. But before he could voice what was wrong, the miserable screech of the Yinglong echoed across the sky, followed closely by the Qilin's curses.
In this wave after wave of exchange fire, batch after batch of sailors on the deck perished. However, the Portuguese were not having an easy time either.
Amidst the wind and rain in Weicheng, a fine steed came galloping down the road, vanishing swiftly into the pitch-black night, heading straight for the headquarters of the Salt Gang.
It was just that Lin Huhai had not mentioned that Li Shigui had formulated many plans, and had even considered staging a raid on the Wa camp to rescue the Han civilians there, though ultimately no action was taken.