Volume One, Chapter 67: Blood Soaked

The Ninth Prince walked step by step toward Emperor Zhou. His footsteps were light, yet each one seemed to press upon the emperor’s heart.

Showing his neat row of teeth, He Chuan picked up another slice of French mille-feuille, grinning as he enjoyed the cake with obvious relish.

But when you finally breach that defensive wall one day, you will realize how foolish your previous persistence was. It turns out that what lies beyond the wall is what you truly long for.

Ye Yu smiled faintly, a hint of amusement appearing at his lips. He tightened his grip on the Coiling Dragon Sword, and a gleam of golden light flickered along its length. Ye Yu’s eyes closed slightly as he raised the sword, and the golden radiance grew ever brighter, as dazzling as the sun itself.

Luo Yu was truly afraid now. She disliked being so close to anyone, especially a man. If things continued like this, she feared something might happen.

She had always disliked Xia Ran, and now watching Jiang Jiang’s deep gaze fixed solely on her, Luo Yu’s jealousy threatened to spiral out of control.

At this moment, Zhang Haotian was growing anxious. Why was it that he could understand the meaning behind each statement Zhou Weiguang made when they were separated, but when they were put together, their meaning became muddled and elusive?

Lin Feng had no intention of listening to the lesson. The content Zhang Yuqian was explaining, he had more or less already mastered. His attention was drawn to Li Xiaosi; more precisely, his entire focus was fixed on her graceful back.

After all, I was mainly there to accompany my parents. Since the old couple remained unaffected, so as not to startle them, I could only swallow my frustration and sit with a smile at the empty seat opposite my mother and father.

Seeing Luo Yu looking bewildered, clutching Erhua tightly in her arms, Sang Yan felt nothing but disdain. This so-called divine beast was nothing but a facade, and yet Luo Yu treated it like a precious treasure. How ridiculous.

As she thought, Luo Yu’s eyelids grew heavy and she simply let go of her worries, burying her head for a sound sleep. In the middle of the night, she vaguely heard some commotion downstairs at the inn, but she paid it no mind, turning over and sinking back into slumber.

“Now it’s fine. I can finally get a good night’s sleep,” Chu Wei said, stretching lazily before heading back to his room.

In that tone was an affection neither of them realized, tinged just slightly with a hint of pride.

When An Xinyue tried to leave, Chu Luoning reached out to hold her tightly, unwilling to let go.

“We weren’t born on the same year, month, and day, but we shall die together on the same year, month, and day. It seems fate has brought us together,” said Mo Zhanhua.

With the way Elder Cheng instructed Qin Yi, it was clear that this former great general was not someone easy to deal with.

Shangguan Yunling remained rigidly upright, always with his back to me. He maintained this posture even when the Crown Princess summoned me to the inner palace for a private conversation, standing straight and clenching his fists, enduring the curious gazes of the fading crowd of noble youths.

The group he brought from the Divine Palace wore expressions of fear, and in an instant, the demon blood swept them away, leaving none behind.

Once she had decided what to do, Huang Wuye summoned everyone—those from the Third Prince’s Hall, the Fifth Prince’s Hall, the Three Residences, the Night Emperor’s Mercenary Corps, and the Phoenix King’s Residence.

The bottom of the cage was crowded so densely that there was nowhere to step. If you were to place your foot down, there would be no chance of survival.

After a brief exchange, Acting Speaker Sima Zhen, star Shen Lang, and the guards boarded the hovercar once more. The vehicle sped off and only stopped in the outskirts, about ten miles from Jinlin City.