44 The Night of Falling Snow 12

That was why His Highness, the Crown Prince, Beiming Yuanzhen, petitioned his royal father, declaring his desire to personally lead the army to battle this time.

Ye Hancheng rose to his feet and stepped through the grand doors, his eyes searching for that familiar figure. Only when the maid led him into a room did he lower his gaze in quiet disappointment.

“I’m going to break off the engagement. You’re carrying another man’s child—how do you expect to marry me?” You Siheng snapped coldly, slammed the door, and left.

“Wonderful! I finally made it!” Liu Yue exclaimed, turning expectantly to Han Bing.

Then he added, “This is for you. I hope you like it!” Johansen held the bouquet of roses out to Fu Qiqi.

Such psychological tactics were far more unsettling than direct assaults and sieges! Beiming Xiumu finally admitted to himself that his ambitions might be too grand this time. The Southern Yue Kingdom was truly not an elephant he could swallow.

Han Bing took the storage pouch, formed a series of intricate hand seals, and sent waves of restrictive spells into Jiang Chen’s body within the ice prison, sealing off his cultivation. As the prison melted, Jiang Chen's strength faded, and he collapsed limply to the ground.

You Siyu swiftly cut the cake into several pieces. “Don’t mind if I do, I’ll start first.” With that, she picked up a slice and took a huge bite.

Fu Qiqi rushed to meet Si Jingcheng as soon as she received his call. They had agreed to meet at the café where they often saw each other.

Yu Yi’an approached the bed, calling softly, “Anzhi…” but Zhou Anzhi could no longer hear him. Yi’an’s voice was thick with anguish.

Gu Ling’er’s lips curved into a faint smile. In this vast world, if only she could—like Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty—have a humble abode, it would be enough.

At this hour, there was only one customer on the third floor: Fang Yuchen. Yet even so, the old man’s gaze wandered over the hall, as if, just like in the Heartwood Restaurant, countless patrons were listening to his tales behind each screen.

“Qingyan.” The voice was warm and intimate, sounding so close in her ear that she could almost feel the searing breath against her earlobe.

He wanted to say something, but in the end, the words never left his lips, and he fell into a pool of blood.

Duan Yu suddenly realized something as he saw Lin Yinyin running toward a ravine in the southeast corner. At once, he understood and broke into a sprint after her.

He grabbed a torch on his way and used it to light the passage as he headed for the secret exit.

That night, whether because Long Hua was leaving the next day or because Tian Xue was in good spirits, the two of them spoke calmly for a long time, neither losing their temper. Long Hua stayed at the East Qiang Courtyard.

“And… I’m sorry…” To win Jiang Yixuan’s affection again, she first had to make him not dislike her.

This big shot—if you’re going to play the torture game, at least don’t use a nail clipper! Can’t we be a bit more professional?

The battle between Yu Lingfeng and Leng Yanyue grew more intense. Suddenly, they exchanged a meaningful glance before leaping out the window.

Helping Qin Manyun onto the bed, her body’s supple lines and clear contours became evident. Qin Manyun reached out with an arm as soft as silk and hooked it around Lin Yuming’s neck, pulling him close. Their eyes met, and desire flickered between them.

“Shall we go now?” Ye Qingying asked with a smile. She knew perfectly well that Sister Zijing didn’t want to continue discussing the topic of babies in this life.

Simply put, after a supreme spirit stone’s energy is depleted, it can, over time, slowly recover its spiritual power—though not in a short while.

He looked up at the glowing green sign: “Pinewind Massage.” Unconsciously, he walked inside.

Wu Qi shuddered, turned to see Wu Jing, and noticed tears streaming down his brother’s face, gathering at his chin and dripping, one by one, into the bowl.

After a while, everyone returned to rest. Old Yang and the others needed to meditate to recover from the day’s exertions. They had to ensure their spiritual power was always at its peak, in case anything unexpected happened the next day.

The red wine slid down her collarbone toward her navel. When the chill reached her chest, Chen Yingti dared not move a muscle. Even if she didn’t care for herself, she had to think of her mother and sister. Not a hint of reluctance was allowed to show in her eyes.

At dawn, Zhang Tianyi rose as usual to go out for his morning exercise. But as soon as he descended the stairs, his body was seized by a sudden jolt.

Xiang Ru’s words left Murong Bai utterly humiliated. A few days earlier, when Murong Bai distributed the demon captives, he hadn’t mentioned Xiang Ru at all, claiming all the credit for the Murong family. Now that Xiang Ru exposed him in public, even with a face as thick as city walls, Murong Bai could not help but flush with shame.

Zhu Pingjin viewed the reclamation movement through his favored lens of class analysis, but his wife’s perspective was entirely different.

Lin Chi took a step back, his gaze fixed on the other’s head, bristling with sharp spikes from the metal helmet.

“You’ve probably realized, haven’t you? Some of the NPCs in that game really seem to be conscious, almost as if someone were manipulating them from behind the scenes,” Lin Chi said, suspicion lacing his tone.

“You needn’t worry. He injured me, which means he’s provoked the entire Feathered Immortal Sect. I’ll summon Master to deal with him at once,” He Tianyou declared.

Another dark cave lay ahead. The deeper they went, the less they could see. Once again, the big oaf had to illuminate the way with his glowing body.

Anyone who reached the Taiyi stage was terrifying in their own right. Even though Qi Tianshou had Giant Spirit God and Lei Zhenzi beside him, should they face a Taiyi demon, they might not last a single exchange.

Han Xueyi barely had time to react before she suddenly felt a chill blowing on her from behind. Her heart skipped a beat. When she turned around, there was nothing to be seen.

“Between me and her, who’s more beautiful?” The Demon God straightened his back and, glancing at Ai Jiuniang beside Tang Seng, put the question to Tang Seng.

Though the other’s voice was strange, it held no malice. Still, a magic event like “the dead returning to life” taking place in a realm of light felt jarringly out of place.