Subduing the North, Proclaiming Might Chapter 147: Preparing for the Wedding

The next morning, General Deng Zhanxuan woke from a dazed sleep. He rubbed his still-foggy head.

“Where am I?”

“General Deng, you’re awake?” Hearing his voice, a maid slowly entered from outside.

“I suppose I am. Where is this?”

“This is the Beitang Residence. You got drunk yesterday, and Miss Biluo had people carry you back.”

“I see.”

After exchanging a few words, Deng Zhanxuan’s head had cleared somewhat.

“Oh, right, General Deng. Miss Biluo is still waiting for you in the main hall,” the maid reminded him.

“I understand. You may leave first.”

The maid departed. After resting for a moment, Deng Zhanxuan began to wash and dress.

“Biluo, I…”

Aunt Mei possessed an innate nobility. In my eyes, she was lofty and untouchable, someone I did not dare look directly at.

I repeated the incantation to myself, yet could not discern anything remarkable about it. It was even more obscure and difficult to understand than the lines before it.

As his driver, he had no reason to meddle in my affairs. And as Shen Linfeng’s secret lover, I had no reason to pry into his business either.

Although they were suppressed here, a Supreme could certainly dispose of cultivators from any lesser realm with ease. Even spell cultivators underwent a continual transformation of the flesh after advancing in rank. Of course, compared with body cultivators, that transformation was utterly incomparable—the difference was enormous.

Gao Qiang clenched his fists tightly, his bones creaking. From the instant he had entered the barbecue restaurant, he had never imagined that matters would come to this. He had never imagined that he, of all people, would be toyed with in the palm of someone else’s hand.

That was why all the farces staged between Juanjuan and me had been meant to make her reveal, without the slightest precaution, all the forces she maintained in secret to Aunt Mei.

Du Youyou’s melodious yet stifled voice echoed through the bathroom, mingling with the soft patter of rain striking the floor.

When Zhao Tian heard the notification, he stared in astonishment. Had the position of vice president really just been handed to him?

After finishing work that evening, Xiangwan returned to the Lu family home. The kitchen had only just become busy, while Madam Lu was upstairs arranging flowers. She set down her bag and went up to greet her first.

Dean Tan and the others had naturally investigated this place thoroughly when they came. Upon learning that such a graduate was here, they could not have been more delighted.

Emperor Huai furiously swung his arm in a wide arc and slapped him across the face. The blow sent the old eunuch flying, leaving his face drenched in blood.

Fu Shiyan’s eyes fixed upon her blood-red earlobe. He bent down and bit it, gently caressing it with his teeth.

“Send everyone you can to search for the princess. You must find her.” Mu Chengfeng had never imagined that Mu Chengfeng could hide so well. He deeply regretted bringing her out with him in the first place.

“Let’s go take a look at the dressing room.” Yang Ling tugged at Su Qian and led her toward the other side.

When the crowd at the entrance had thinned somewhat, Chen Fanlin suggested that they move to the doorway. Pan Chen and the others had no objections and followed him.

He began to ask about what had happened last time, but broke off halfway without finishing. Even so, Baili Mingjing guessed what he had wanted to ask: whether the person they had met at the Tianxiang Teahouse last time had also been Xuanyuan Che.

Why did Heaven have to be so cruel, taking away the most important things in her life one by one and forcing her to endure pain again and again?

A moment later, the boss’s ultimate move finally ended. The sky once more fell silent, while the ground had been reduced to utter ruin, with enormous craters everywhere—each one smashed out by that gigantic blade.