Volume 1, Chapter 63: Slender Hongyu, Serving the Same Husband

"Understood, I follow."

Cao Mo nodded, realizing immediately that the Empress must have discovered his identity as the Deputy Director of the Imperial Household Department.

That was why she had sent Hongyu to fetch him—she must have been missing him dearly.

As the saying goes, a single day apart feels like three autumns; three days had now passed, making it nine autumns. In truth, he missed Her Majesty the Empress just as intensely.

At this thought, Cao Mo said to Hongyu, "Please wait a moment, Lady Hongyu. I will go and gather some cold medicine for Her Majesty right away."

Since it was still broad daylight and the Empress had summoned him alone to her bedchamber, he had to at least maintain the proper appearances.

"Very well, I beg of you, Eunuch Cao..."

"Isn't that stating the obvious? Were you frightened?" Cheng Churui pulled Li Xiuning into his embrace. She was truly frightened, seemingly shaken to the core, and Cheng Churui had not yet fully recovered from the shock himself.

Just moments before, Shangguan Qilu had shoved Ah Li toward Haitianqing, only for Ah Li to be struck unconscious by a single palm strike. When Ah Li opened her eyes once more, the face looking down at her was a familiar one—it was Shi Chouniu, it was Lin Feng.

After more than two months of relentless bombardment and pop-up windows flashing across hundreds of millions of users' screens, even if they were literally feeding people garbage, at least several hundred thousand would still rush over to taste if it smelled sweet.

In her past life, when Shen Wan met her tragic end, the old dowager fell bedridden upon hearing the devastating news and never recovered, passing away soon after.

Qiu Subai shook her head, growing even more certain now that Lin Feng was indeed the son of Xuanyuan Qingfeng.

Emperor Ling of Han, Liu Hong, looked remarkably spirited as he sat upright upon the dragon couch, staring fixedly at Lu Zhi and listening intently to his report.

Most of those people simply believed their failures stemmed from acquiring soul skills and medicinal pills of insufficient grade, or that their instructors were not elite enough, yet none of them ever bothered to examine their own internal flaws.

"Now that Taishi Ci has pledged his allegiance to our lord, future military affairs will require much guidance from General Third and General Zhang." Once Liu Yi had helped him up, Taishi Ci stepped forward to formally greet Zhao Yun and Zhang He.

The Liu family was deeply anxious regarding Liu Mingke's marriage prospects, terrified that her previous broken engagement would ruin her chances of future matches, and could only sigh at their bitter twist of fate.

Zhao Yu was about to offer an explanation when Gong Mo cut him straight off. Hearing that his salary was going to be increased, Zhao Yu was so thrilled he felt like jumping for joy! It seemed he should encourage more private encounters between the future boss's wife and the big boss from now on; an annual salary of ten million was no longer a pipe dream! Such were the thoughts swirling in Zhao Yu's mind.

"Brother, what is wrong with you? That brute is dead! Why are you still sighing over him?" An An asked, looking up at Yang Ziyu, who towered a good deal over him.

"Comrades, greetings. Someone sent these items over," a soldier at the entrance announced.

Upon hearing the news, General Banlong realized this must be a spy from the aquatic beast demons, undoubtedly searching for the water source. He cleverly arranged for soldiers and commoners to keep a close watch on the individual, while inviting the Mountain Deity and Earth Deity to his side for continued assistance, preparing to ambush the enemy near the water source once again.

Xuantong Liuer and his fellow disciples all agreed with his proposal. They set up elaborate arrangements within the valley, having Ma Huaiyi lead dozens of attendants back and forth through the valley day after day, while leaving provisions prominently displayed to capture the attention of the hunting-toothed wolves.

For instance, previously he would have bluntly told Luo Feng that Su Xia was about to be married off far away, and requested an imperial decree to grant their marriage.

Once rescued, the villagers returned to Bingjia Village and dug out Bing Sheng, who had been hiding in the tunnels. Seeing Goddess Yunsha arrive to aid the villagers, Bing Sheng was overjoyed and rallied all the residents, preparing to completely wipe out every single bee demon upon Mount Yunsha.

Hearing the Third Elder's words just now, the Great Elder felt an immediate stabbing pain and heavy burden in his chest. Now, the trusting gazes of the patriarch and the other elders made it almost impossible for him to breathe.

The next moment, however, she was startled to discover that the person before her was merely a young youth, even younger than herself. Yet the hand pressed firmly against her shoulder and his steady expression possessed a strange, inexplicable magic that instantly calmed her panicked heart.

Though he did not believe the other person was someone who would easily get into trouble, Lin Peng still felt a twinge of worry in his heart. After all, he himself had experienced perilous situations quite a few times. He had also gained some understanding of the nature of the work Dugu Shuqin performed—truly a profession constantly accompanied by bloodshed and death.

In a flash, Qin Mo executed a high side-kick toward Guo Nianfei. Without a single finger moving from her side, Guo Nianfei tapped Qin Mo's leg. Qin Mo instantly felt his leg go numb and lose all sensation; by the time he recovered his wits, Guo Nianfei's finger was already resting gently against his forehead.

"Is that so?" Her gaze lingered on his face for a moment, her emotions momentarily spinning out of control, bordering on explosive before she forcibly suppressed them the next second. Mo Huaiyu clenched his fists, withdrew his gaze, frowned slightly, and gave a noncommittal reply.

"Was Ninth Uncle calm when he heard the news?" Meeting Chu Jiuge's gaze, Chu Der showed no sign of feeling that his lack of calmness was an issue, and instead countered with his own question.

It had quite an imaginative train of thought. I chuckled, my mood lifting considerably, and continued to tail Chuchu's vehicle.

A medical worker brought in a small porcelain jar of medicine. The guard took it, tested the temperature against the back of his bowl with practiced discretion, and then tapped lightly on the door before carrying the medicine inside.

Changfeng dialed the senior martial brother to confirm that the upper floors remained safe, and informed him that there were wounded individuals on floors one through four who might still be saved, urging them to spare no effort in the rescue and charging all medical expenses to his account.

Meanwhile, the young boy from earlier watched Yuan Zhou with curious eyes, much like one would gaze upon a rare and exotic creature.

It was not because the mountain range appeared too abruptly or because of its majestic scale, but rather on account of its shape. Under the brilliant glare of the sun, even though it was blanketed entirely in snow, Zhang Ang could clearly distinguish its silhouette.

"I believe that after the competition, our seafood alliance should not disband; rather, we should forge an even closer cooperation," Ao Pi suggested.

Could I have misheard? The commanding officer shook his head, twitched his ears, yet still heard no abnormal sounds.

In the beginning, when Fang Jianhao discovered his unfilial son had sneaked off elsewhere to drink, he had seriously contemplated having a second child.

He always liked to stroke her hands. She admitted her hands were quite pretty, but the way he touched them on a whim felt a bit deviant, didn't it?

"He must have gone off to search for the medicinal ingredients again. Tell the disciples beneath us to pay close attention. If anyone discovers any ingredients listed in the pill formula, have them transmit word back to the sect immediately," the Sect Master of Ziyun said, standing with his hands clasped behind his back as he looked down at the green hills beneath his feet.

This year's School of Journalism and Communication comprised a total of eight classes, numbering just over three hundred students. On the first day of assembly, virtually everyone attended. Following this highly ceremonial gathering, more than half the students came to know Jiang Yuan and Jiang Zhongyu.