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"Bingzhou and Yunzhou are not far apart, only four or five hours by carriage. We set off at the hour of the Hai yesterday and arrived in Yunzhou after a good sleep on the road," a matron said to Mingmei with a half-bow and a beaming smile.

"So you think you're in the right just because you snatched someone else's belongings?" Cenlu pulled a stern face; she truly found this inherent flaw, passed down through generations of the Dragon Clan, impossible to deal with.

"Does the Fourth Prince have tranquilizing incense burning in his room every night?" Mingmei ignored Xu Xi's words and turned to ask the matron.

Now, inexplicably, Shi Ziyan had prodded that raw nerve. It felt as though a "zip" sound had echoed from the depths of her heart, drawing out a bead of blood. Looking at Shi Ziyan’s smug face, Liu Mingxin longed to slap her, yet she knew this was the Imperial Palace—the wrong place and the wrong time.

The Empress was in high spirits today. The floor heating in the Palace of Earthly Tranquility was kept warm every day, so the rain and snow outside had no effect. Hearing that it was snowing, the Empress wished to lounge on the heated kang by the bright window, just to watch the falling flakes through the paper lattice.

"That won't do, that won't do!" Zhong Nan was a man with "respect for the elderly and kindness to the young" etched into his bones, and seeing this, he hurriedly intervened.

Beneath the vast canopy of stars, a colossal figure emerged. It was clearly summertime, and the figure held a giant sword in its hand.

"You are..." Liu Mingzhu looked puzzled. Since returning to the capital, she had rarely gone out and knew few people. By rights, she should have remembered this person, but whenever she went out, her heart and mind were entirely focused on Qiao Jingxuan; how could she have any room for others?

In truth, Concubine Rong’s few words were meant to ease Concubine Hui’s embarrassment. Concubine Hui likely didn't even realize how unsightly her face had looked as she watched Baoyun and the others kneel and kowtow. For someone who was always the picture of dignity, it was rare to see such shock and disappointment on her face in front of others. Fortunately, everyone else was behind her, and only Concubine Rong had witnessed it.

After clumsily ruining a peach blossom for the Nth time, Lin Ling couldn't help but press her palms together and murmur to the blossoms, "My sin, my sin."

Having finalized their plans, Li Nanshan and Feng Qingge arrived at the Chen family estate. Amidst the respectful farewells of Chen Xiuming and Qian San, Feng Qingge performed a teleportation, and the master and disciple vanished instantly, finally bringing their trip to Tianshui City to a close.

Mingyan now had no strength left at all, not even the strength to speak. Her body had gone limp, and she couldn't even lift her hands.

Mingyan, however, was different; she had to suppress the rage in her heart for the sake of her own image.

Although some things were recorded in places inaccessible to others, weren't those just legends? Why would something from a legend appear? Was the world about to change?

Before Lin Ling could even think it through, the magma suddenly erupted, and using the force of the blast, it splattered all over her.

Wang Lingxuan stood proudly, showing no fear. Around his body, within a radius of ten feet, the symbols of Qian, Kun, Zhen, Kan, Gen, Xun, Li, and Dui slowly emerged, rotating continuously in a clockwise direction. Then, he let out a low shout.

On the other side, the Tiger-man priest had also entered the Sacred Mountain, accompanied by twenty men. As for what was said between them, Liu Feng was unaware.

Li Nanshan looked at Luo Youran, who was waiting for an answer with a flushed face. His thoughts were in turmoil, his expression complex, and after a long silence, he nodded.

She never expected Lady Luo to like her and help her so much; Yuan Guo was truly overwhelmed by the favor.

After hearing this, Yan Long said indifferently, "If they are not strong, why not wipe them out?" His expression as he said this was as if the Tuhan tribe were merely a piece of meat on his plate, ready to be picked up and eaten.

In this day and age, box office numbers could be hyped and reputations could be manufactured, but true classics were not so easily created. Being labeled a classic involved far more than just box office success.

The room was decorated differently than before. Qin Ming had visited this room previously, and the furnishings were not like this. Now, the room's style was dominated by purple, identical to the room in Zheng Xiuyan’s home.

The system had been waiting for her, its "lucky star," to show off her good fortune and open a level-up card in one go. If the livestream channel reached level two, it, as the system, would also gain certain benefits. But Jiang Pengji was in no hurry at all; it was simply infuriating.

The commendation also included very generous additional clauses for the pensions of comrades who had sacrificed their lives or were wounded and disabled. It followed the highest standards of the Soviet Army—and this was the primary purpose of Lin Jun’s "claim-to-fame" telegram.

Now things were great; living under the same roof as the CEO, wouldn't she see him every day?

Although this was a very good practice match for Seido, it was nothing more than that; it held no special significance.

They had been polite to the vultures only to buy a short deployment time. Now that the ground troops had fully deployed and the fortifications were mostly built, it was time to break this unnatural calm.

Although a soul-stirring home run was more satisfying to watch, watching a strong team advance through coordinated effort was equally blood-pumping.

It was pouring rain outside today, and this fellow was too lazy to get up. Curled up in bed, listening to the swishing sound of the rain, he soon went off to visit the God of Dreams once again.

The Tianyun Sect’s unification of the South Sea did not last long. That Nine-Dragon Tower, which symbolized the supreme status of the Tianyun Sect, was shattered by a single sword strike from a man wielding a demonic blade and possessing cultivation at the fifth stage of the Void Realm. It shook the heavens and the earth, a truly shocking feat.

"Sister Yang, I know you have a good relationship with Brother Qiang. When you go back, could you talk to him and let Brother Chen Fang go back to follow him?" Erya asked.

Ten minutes later, the scores and exclamation marks popping up on the light-brain made him widen his eyes and gasp for breath repeatedly.