Chapter 85: Shockwaves Through Court and Country

Huaqing Palace.

After receiving the news, Gao Li hurried to report the matter to Consort Yang.

The latter was so terrified that her beautiful face lost all color, and her graceful body trembled violently. “He must be mad—no, he’s not the crown prince, he’s a demon returned from the depths of hell.”

Gao Li had not expected the news to frighten the consort so, and quickly attempted to comfort her:

The demons all began to quarrel among themselves, while the millennia-old dragon simply lay on the ground, looking half-asleep.

In that moment, Bei Lili was seized by a sense of panic, as if, under his gaze, she had nowhere to hide.

Her own father’s attitude extinguished the last trace of kindness in her heart. If everyone sided with Ye Qianluo, so be it. She would destroy Ye Qianluo even if it meant destroying herself in the process.

After her mother-in-law left, her eldest sister-in-law spoke to Liu Hong in a mysterious tone, saying that Cheng Qing had come home from work and had wept with excitement.

At that moment, Xu Ze walked in from outside and happened to overhear the siblings’ conversation. The doubts that had lingered in his mind were dispelled considerably.

Since Shen Min hadn’t invoked official business as a pretext, it meant that what they were about to discuss likely had nothing to do with work.

“Sea King, how dare you act so brazenly before the Dragon God!” As Fang Yuan spoke, he unleashed the second form of his Golden Right Palm—“Dominating the Mortal Realm”—striking out at the Sea King who stood more than ten yards away.

Those appreciative eyes and that self-satisfied expression made Fang Yuan a bit embarrassed.

Yet Tang Su herself seemed thoroughly unaware, still sprawled out as she spoke to him, completely heedless of decorum.

“Chen Anjun wants Lu Mingxue to become empress, so she argued with her grandmother,” she replied succinctly.

The three of them then went outside, boarding a small boat to drift across the lake beneath the moon, drinking wine and eating mooncakes.

“Cohen, this is all a joke, right?!” Mary and Titaniel both stared at him, eyes wide with disbelief.

Though the distance was great, atop the summit a vast and perfectly level expanse already lay clearly before their eyes.

Wang Dani and Wang Erni deliberately chose a spot with ordinary fengshui to bury their parents together. In life, they had never enjoyed the shelter of family, and in death, the sisters had no intention of seeking out an auspicious tomb that might protect their descendants.

Even if she managed to escape safely, others would gossip and speculate. Let alone having to explain everything—how she’d twisted her ankle, how Diao Jun had carried her down the mountain.

“There’s no need to call out. She’s already dead,” said Killer Zhang, confirming Yuan Yuan’s fate.

Although Ouyang Yi knew things were not as Cold Minister claimed, these matters should not have been discussed in front of Lan Lianxia.

“No need! As long as we know the truth ourselves, that’s enough. We can never make a ripple before Kien anyway, right?” Tina smiled at her husband.

I don’t even know anyone from the Wallace family. My only connection is that sunken ship and a heap of corpses, thought Jia Zhengjin. How am I supposed to get in touch with them?

As the child’s father, his face was filled with anticipation. After a long while, Xia Haoyu squatted before me for several minutes, still holding the same posture, when suddenly my belly was nudged twice—there was movement again.

Silently, I thought to myself: these demons are not inferior to the people of this continent—whether in strength, intelligence, or resolve.

No sooner had Chen Fei logged out of the game than his phone rang. He hurriedly glanced at the number and answered. It was an unfamiliar caller—who knew if it was the clothing store owner or Kang Chao.

“From the pavilion, I gaze into the distance. Scattered river lotuses drift, unable to return. Illness saps my strength, and the silk fan grows neglected, the gauze dress is newly forsaken. Fleeting time slips through my grasp. I mourn the paired swallows on the apricot beam, like visitors from afar. Where are the people? Behind a curtain and a faint moon, as if shining on their faces.

Seeing Yang Yilin’s anxious and awkward expression, Zhuo Nan laughed, “No need to explain, it was only a joke. Since you’re the company’s deputy general manager, I hope you won’t reveal my identity to outsiders.” As he finished, Zhuo Nan’s face turned stern.