Chapter 29: The Thought of Blind Dates Returns
Su Qingli blinked her large eyes in confusion, gazing blankly at the two people before her. Di Yunshen took a handkerchief and gently wiped the corner of her mouth. “If you like it, have some more.”
“Di Yunshen, have you ever heard of Huo Qing?”
“No.”
“That’s impossible, you’re lying! Downstairs the private—”
“Does His Highness have any special instructions?” Consort Rong shrank her neck, feeling the hairs on her body stand on end.
Clearly, no one understood why Xuanxuan, who was a popular internet celebrity and lacked nothing in terms of money, would choose to be with Hua Shao. The families were utterly mismatched; even the thought of meeting his parents was a luxury she dared not dream of.
“I don’t understand,” Xia Chunfeng said, standing with hands on his hips, a look of innocent puzzlement on his face. If he wanted Consort Rong dead, he had countless ways to achieve it—why go to the trouble of having himself sent into the palace?
He silently regretted his own rashness, yet didn’t know how to make it up to Xie Lang.
Back then, she had no idea of the hidden intricacies involved. Coddled and cherished by both her father and the emperor, she had grown up fearless and headstrong, respected and flattered wherever she went. Never before had she been scolded so harshly. Furious, she spun around and swore never to set foot in the Mu family’s home again, determined to sever all ties.
Xiu frowned slightly, casting a suspicious glance at Qiao Bu, but found nothing unusual in his expression.
As Ji Ruhuan spoke, she seemed to catch a hint of amusement in the Ninth Prince’s voice, yet she felt unsettled, suspecting that perhaps he had mistaken her for someone else.
“Really, truly?” Yueyao’s beautiful eyes widened, and at the mention of candied hawthorn, she was even more delighted.
Originally, they had planned to go to the island, but at the time, she hadn’t considered much else. She simply wanted her studio to grow a little bigger; everything else seemed unchanged, the only difference being a slight expansion in scale.
He noticed the four unfamiliar tenants but didn’t greet them, passing by with a cold and indifferent demeanor.
“Disciple Yao Muchen greets the Southern Sect Master.” Yao Muchen stepped forward, cupping his hands in salute as he presented a round, purple jade pendant.
Others gained their abilities directly; the legends of awakening powerful gifts under duress were enough to inspire envy in anyone.
The roc let out two sharp cries, as if protesting, but seeing that Nangong Yunyao was determined to press on, it had no choice but to obey. Reluctantly, it flew downward as instructed.
Since Wang Xianghuo had said the bite was vicious, the wound couldn’t be minor. Therefore, he must be hiding somewhere nearby, hoping to heal quickly and escape far away. He would definitely seek out a doctor, and it would have to be the best physician in the area—this was inevitable.
Early the next morning, Cong Huifang arrived at the company ahead of time to prepare for the day’s work. Seeing that the employees were already seated and busy, she glanced at the clock, knowing Zheng Chenheng must have arrived. She picked up the phone and dialed a number.
The public lounge was illuminated on all four walls by candelabras, their soft glow mingling with the twinkling silver stars on the domed ceiling, casting a gentle radiance throughout the entire room.
Then, with a wave of his right hand toward Nangong Yunyao, a beam of white light shot out at him in an instant.
Catching a smiling glance, she blushed, gave a playful protest, and buried her face in his shoulder.
This was the most authentic and grueling mode of training for the armed police. It was a daily requirement, with drills that could fill their entire day from dawn till dusk.
Boom! A white brilliance flooded the sky, a thunderous roar shaking the heavens. The void trembled and twisted as swathes of black mist shattered and scattered in all directions, the frigid, black eye of the storm collapsing and dispersing under the shock.