Chapter 53: Fu Shiyong, Your Love is So Abject!

"Yuzao, here in Jingbei, without my permission, who do you think would dare to sell you a single paintbrush?"
The man's voice remained steady as ever, resembling a pool of stagnant water.
Should you attempt to probe the undercurrents churning beneath the surface, you would ultimately only be thoroughly drowned in them.
Ever since she had stepped through the threshold of this handcrafted goods shop, Yuzao had kept her head lowered, but now she suddenly let out a cold chuckle.
The shadows cast by the vintage lamp rendered her breathtakingly beautiful face half-bright and half-obscured.
"What are you laughing at?"

Inside the Palace of Peace and Longevity, Yelü Junqing harbored not the slightest suspicion toward the tea offered by Xia Furong, and had already consumed three cups by this point. In his view, although Xia Furong was somewhat willful, she was, after all, a princess of the realm; surely she would not stoop to overstepping boundaries.

He lunged forward, trembling as he took hold of that sheet of Xuan paper. For a moment, he didn't even dare to look at the contents. After mustering all his mental preparation, he finally opened his eyes to read: Mo, let me be in peace for a while. I believe you also know that I have not yet been able to forget Bao'bao. There is no need to come looking for me; once I have figured things out, I will naturally return.

"Sixty-three hundred thousand." This was the bid called out by Guo Hanling. He was also deeply concerned with the vital energy of the Five Elements, but he could see that this price point was basically everyone's limit, figuring it couldn't possibly go much higher.

Inside the prison, it was damp, cold, and reeked of a musty odor, with a faint scent of blood lingering around the nostrils.

Han Derang and Li Zhi'an were both Han Chinese, so they followed Han marriage customs to perform the bowing ceremony in the wedding hall. Xiao Chuo, however, was not present; instead, she grabbed Yelü Xiezhen and waited directly outside the bridal chamber's door for Li Zhi'an to return after the ceremony.

Yelü Xiezhen clenched his fists slightly, preparing to step forward and beat him until his face was bruised and swollen, but Xiao Sisui grabbed his wrist tightly, signaling with a fierce glare that he must on no account act rashly.

The young man uttered a remark, only to find that the icy water gushing out from the hole was increasing by the minute. Feeling entirely helpless, he prepared to walk back out. Meanwhile, the cultivators at the bottom of the cavern noticed the groundwater springing up and all made ready to withdraw.

"You're courting death. Let's see how long your mouth can remain so stubborn." Lu Cong was utterly enraged, and without a second thought, he threw a punch straight at Ye Chen.

Mo Yi flashed an awkward, ingratiating smile, cupped his fists in salute toward Lan Qingyue, and then spurred his horse back to wait beside Ling Qixuan's carriage, not daring to make any further moves.

"Is that even possible?" Kushina blinked her large eyes, glistening with teardrops, sniffed, and asked with a choked voice.

Panic and excitement flashed through every inch of George's nervous system. He sprang up with a carp leap, looked around, and finally discovered that not far away in the darkness, a faint flame was flickering with a red glow.

"At this rate, can just any Tom, Dick, and Harry try to latch onto imperial relatives for clout?" Wasn't it just so-so?

Peng Ziyun, as one of the protagonists of the incident, could not escape the trend either. Having listened to it several times at the teahouse, he found that the tales grew increasingly bizarre, and the protagonist gradually dwindled to just one—the Second Prince—while everyone else was reduced to mere attendants.

The sudden voice frightened the ghost so badly that its translucent head dropped right off, which, coupled with the ghost's towering stature and rugged facial features, was utterly and ridiculously comical.

"So the third condition is that I hope Lord Chen can step forward as a mediator, so that the Heavenly Palace Academy won't make trouble for Wang Mao!" Looking at Fang Xin, Xu Ning said with a smile.

Especially Prince Qilian; he disguised Bai Fengrou quite successfully, packaging her outward appearance very much like a refined young gentleman.

Before Qilian and Chen Mo returned to Luozhou City, no one knew whether Bai Fengrou, Wei Baihua, Yunniang, and the others were safe or not.

To her surprise, the medicinal powder dispersed across the wound with a soothing comfort, carrying even a slight trace of refreshing peppermint coolness.

As soon as Xuanjizi caught sight of these people, he made his assessment: Old Yangtou and Old Gu were the strongest, so gaining the favor of the divine envoy should pose no problem; the others fell into another category, and if they went to Fufeng Town, it would be a stretch.

At this moment, she ought to properly assume the role of Xue Fei, rather than conflicting with this dream by revealing the reality that she was Tie Qiongying.