Chapter 28: The Crown Prince Skips Court

The noblewoman who managed to purchase the perfume was thoroughly satisfied, secretly pondering how, after applying it, her own husband would become utterly enamored with her. Just thinking about it made her feel flushed with excitement.

Meanwhile, those ladies who failed to win the perfume left the palace one by one, disappointed. They could only hope that the esteemed consort would hold another perfume auction in the future. Each of them silently vowed that no matter how high the price, they would secure a bottle next time.

As for Ouyang Chenggong, his face darkened with anger. Although he had brought several billion with him today, when compared to Liu Jingdong, any amount seemed futile.

Each year, many at the base fell victim to zombies—some, like the male homeowner, sought freedom, while others, like Ye Weiping, were adventurers.

Ye Rongjiu and the other two exchanged glances, then burst into hearty laughter, as if once again relishing the reckless freedom of their youth spent as street toughs.

But this was to be expected; for those living outside the base, her misfortune was hardly remarkable. Yuanyuan was only three, yet she followed Yang Yuhong outside every day.

Still, the most important change lay within. At this moment, Chen Fan felt an endless power surging inside him—even if an elephant stood before him, he believed he could kill it with a single punch.

Meanwhile, in the vegetable garden, all the crops had wilted, their once crisp green leaves drooping down, on the verge of dying.

With a thought, the vast divine consciousness he had spread withdrew, and the once orderly force of heaven and earth grew chaotic and unruly.

The moment the armored soldiers of Great Qin stepped out of the imperial tomb, lightning flashed and thunder roared overhead. Bolts as thick as a human arm rolled through the storm clouds, but none struck down; only the impotent rage of thunder hidden behind the clouds could be heard.

It was only then that Su Muwan remembered: Lu Feng had just said he would repay her kindness in fifteen minutes.

Tottori seemed lost in her own thoughts, yet the battle continued. Strictly speaking, Tottori was merely a bystander in this fight, so her wild imaginings could change nothing.

"Are we finally getting serious?" Gao Mohan remained calm and indifferent, but his solemn expression revealed just how seriously he took this test.

She watched for a long time before gaining some insight; it appeared to be the soul power she had absorbed when using the third technique earlier. Yet she still did not know its true purpose. She could merge it into her own soul, strengthening herself, but she was reluctant to do so.

Clearly, in the previous battle, he had exerted himself to the utmost, yet he still failed to gain any advantage.

No wonder they possessed such formidable power, causing endless unrest within the Taigu Sect. If someone were to command them, the destruction of Taigu would be inevitable.

After defeating Xiao Ming, the morale of the Black Dragon Society soared. The remaining twenty or so men tore open their shirts, revealing all manner of tattoos, and slowly advanced on Xiao Ming and his companions, brandishing their katanas.

"Well... since you have so little trust in me, I suppose I have no choice but to leave," Zhang Yi shook his head and spoke with a hint of disappointment.

Previously, Liu Changning had mentioned that they might have fallen into a trap, with someone deliberately steering events in a negative direction. He had felt the same but could not pinpoint the source of the problem.

"How about this, Chu Yi—why don't you go to your second uncle's house and bring something over?" Father Lin sounded as if he was seeking approval, but it was little different from issuing an order.

When school resumed on Monday, Liang Yiran, after all her crying and fussing, returned to her energetic self, as if she had truly left that incident behind in the night.

Qingming: [Positioning]—I'm here. Prepare an umbrella or raincoat. Also, keep your true form and personality somewhat restrained; Zhenshi didn’t bring an umbrella or drive out.