Chapter 42: Joy Written All Over His Face

“We cannot let them think that I have taken no action at all; they must know who truly rules Great Qian!”
“The assassins will be dispatched, indiscriminate cleansing!”
Hai Daxi’s yellowed eyes shone with excitement, and Qin Xiao’s figure seemed ever more majestic.
At last, His Majesty has embarked upon his imperial path.
The two elders were visibly moved, their spirits soaring with enthusiasm.
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At some point, Le Qian’er had finished teaching Hu Xian a lesson and returned to their side, speaking in a sour tone.
The warped space was invaded by the Starsea Glazed Fire, like a drop of cool water splashing into a boiling pot.
Though she tried to sound indifferent, Lin Feng caught a trace of hidden disappointment in her words, making him feel even more conflicted.
Bai Qinghan, upon hearing such words, immediately cast a look aside, her brows tightly furrowed as she gazed at the classmates who had come along.
Though she possessed a system that could let her become immortal early, the Stone Saint still held the virtue of a sage: cultivating heroes for the human race with a single remnant soul. She couldn’t help but admire it.
It was no easy feat, but seeing his solemn expression, she somehow trusted him.
As for why she didn’t dress herself with passionate allure and seductive charm, Jiu You had her own reasons.
Outside, Su Peian and Bai Zhi exchanged glances, puzzled by the emperor’s laughter and the empress’s shrieks inside.
Another giant claw swept toward him. Lin Feng hurriedly fled, but there was no way out behind him. He could only do the unexpected, rushing beneath the colossal beast, knowing its massive body would give him space to maneuver.
He had been quietly observing these past days, wondering if he had alerted the enemy, for those people had taken no further action.
It wasn’t that they planned to follow He Man and launch an attack on Liu Ye, but rather, they simply couldn’t trust their own soldiers to He Man’s command.
Clearing the ninth floor meant they’d finally reached the place they had longed for—a reason to celebrate.
Kangxi placed his hand over hers and smiled, “You need not be nervous. Don’t be afraid.” Since birth, Hong Fu had never touched a man’s skin in her eighteen years, and now she trembled so badly she could barely hold the teacup.
I held her fingers, gazing at the lines on her palm, and asked, “What do you wish to ask?” The Eighth Princess glanced at the Eighth Prince, then leaned in to whisper two words in my ear: “The child.” I understood, and pretended to ponder for a while, weighing silently what I ought to say.
Yin Ruojun saw that Mo Xi had been staring intently at her all along, as if saying, “Go on, I’m listening seriously,” his expression grave and earnest.
The so-called Moon Palace was absurdly vast; not only was the overall area immense, but even a single door was far taller than any ordinary building’s. The palace sat beside a stream of molten lava, which flowed through cracks into the earth below, making the ground warm to the touch. The air was thin here, adding to the oppressive feeling.
It seems this trip has not been wasted. Even if we die here, at least we’ve discovered a species unknown to the rest of the world—it’s a meaningful death. I finally understand why scientists become so excited when they find something new, for I am exhilarated myself, even though I have yet to see what species it is.
Ling Xiaoxiao now weighs at most one hundred and ten pounds. With eight-centimeter heels, she’s unrecognizable from her former plump self. Is it that Ling Xiaoxiao has an identical twin, or did she undergo cosmetic surgery? Or perhaps there truly is a miraculous elixir in this world that can make fat vanish without a trace.
So she has an elder brother as well. I must meet him—after all, we are family, and in a few thousand years, we’ll still be family.
Ouyang Lian suddenly froze in silence; after years consumed by resentment, he had never truly considered why Ouyang Qianlong was sent away for adoption.