The entire hall fell silent.

He Piaoliang and the other two exchanged glances, their faces all wearing the look of people who had just seen a ghost.

What in the world was going on?

Li Jinwang stared coldly at Li Chongyang. "I went out of my way to invite Brother Wei Zhao here this time—did you think he came to play a bit part for you?"

He swept his gaze across the hall, his eyes passing over every face, and his voice abruptly rose.

"There is one and only one reason I invited Brother Lin here, and that is..."

Xiuyuan's fingertips brushed lightly over Chi Mei's ashen face. She had died when her inner energy ran dry, and the cheeks that had once been full now wore a gauntness terrible to behold. But what of it? This was her husband.

Having suddenly been given something to do, Dingxiang's face regained a measure of color; she wiped her face in haste and went off to wait on Chu Liangrao in her chambers.

Xiao Mobai's eyes were deep—deeper than the night sky, like deep blue velvet, exceptionally beautiful.

One cold and aristocratic, the other elegant and composed, both handsome men, they drew cheer after cheer.

"This lord will certainly grant you your wish." His tongue skimmed across her lips, and at last he released her.

Her body gradually slipped beyond her control; Qianxun felt only that his kiss had come to rest on her shoulder blade, on that scar where he had used medicine to burn a mark that would never fade in this lifetime, a trace belonging to him alone.

Later, something even more absurd happened: the media got hold of the pictures and, without a second thought, took Chu Liangrao to be Fu Chengwei's new flame. In private, everyone began speculating about how long Young Master Fu's latest infatuation would last this time.

If she sensed that the king had gained the upper hand, that he carried with him a sense of oppressing her, the queen would immediately lose her mental balance, shed her gentle, water-like manner, and at once display the wolf's standing nature.

Shen Ruolan truly went on as though no one else were present, cradling the Prince of Jin's head and blowing on his wound with a face full of tender concern.

He looked to be in the prime of his years, a man of quality—and what was she? To try to convince herself otherwise, she truly could not do it anymore.

"You have a problem with that?" The voice was so delicate that it could not possibly be Xia Xia's—and yet why was it so familiar? Just as Xia Zijin was pondering deeply, a tall figure appeared. Damn, how could one describe it as merely tall?

Since she was already fated to come to no good end, why should she keep taking others' abuse? Naturally, she would repay resentment with resentment, and exact vengeance for every wrong.

The banquet that followed became unexpectedly harmonious; the ministers flattered one another and toasted one another, while Yang Jian and Dugu Jialuo whispered to each other, appearing deeply affectionate, and from time to time interacted with the ministers—a scene of proper harmony between ruler and subject.

Huang Bingfeng looked at the wound that kept gushing blood and the face twisted with pain, and was unmoved, the habitual smile at the corners of her mouth faintly restless.

With Lan Liangren stirring up trouble so blatantly, again and again, in the open and in the dark, the eyes of the consorts in the rear palace fell upon her, and for a time they quite forgot the pregnant Yue Chongrong and Yun Ronghua.

She turned, walked over to the shelf, took a few packets of coriander, then went to pick out some ginger as well, and put them in the cart.

Emperor Jianning clasped his hands behind his back, raised his head, and gazed at the exquisitely carved flying phoenix on the bed canopy, giving Wu Yang no answer.

"Then keep at it—I'm behind you!" As he spoke, he popped a piece of fruit into his mouth, which made the fat man swallow his saliva too.

But Ah Qi's cousin Ah Tang still caught sight of it in the instant the door opened. Yet what of it? In those brief moments there had simply been no way to take a photograph.

He walked over to the two halves of the flying saucer, which had stopped smoking, pressed his hand directly onto it, and tossed it into his space; afterward he threw the protective-layer-like things in Alva's and Andrew's hands into the space as well.

The chieftain of the Yaksha clan likewise let out a mighty roar, churning up waves that reached the sky, an ocean materializing behind him, a body nine zhang tall revealing itself as he deployed a great divine power and collided with that god-devil.