Chapter 78: The Engagement Ring He Gave Me
Su Qingli instinctively glanced at the ring on her right finger, smiled gently, and explained, “Yes, this is the engagement ring he gave me. He knows I like green and specially chose this one for me.”
As soon as she finished speaking, the voices of envy around her erupted.
“Wow! I’m so jealous!”
“Qingli’s fiancé must be very wealthy!”
Hysterical and frenzied, the Monkey King who shattered the Eastern Emperor Bell had almost exhausted all his strength, his head bowed, gasping for breath.
In just a few words, the matter was settled. Most of the large pot of wild vegetable buckwheat porridge cooked by Yao Tiantian was packed into a big clay jar, and the group marched grandly out of the village school’s gate.
Fairy Lixiao’s delicate body stiffened, her silver bells clattered, and she managed to squeeze out a strained smile. Faint red marks, as thin as threads, could be seen on her wrist hidden beneath her robes—like traces of a whip.
After Lingyun summoned a flame in his palm and burned the hawk to ashes, he rose and extended his spiritual sense to encompass a hundred miles around the treasure pagoda.
Xuanxuan’s mind was full of Chu Tiandi, and she had no interest in Shu, especially since her first impression was marred by dislike. She wanted nothing to do with the person before her, so she said coolly, “Please leave. I have no interest in knowing you.” She turned to close the door.
Mu Qingfeng, who had awakened from unconsciousness at some unknown moment, happened to overhear the arrogant words. Burning with anger, he retorted sharply, but the effort aggravated his wounds. He coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, his face turning pale as gold leaf. The healers hurried forward with their sacred medicine, which finally eased his pain somewhat.
No sooner had Mo Kui sat down than several powerful, unfamiliar demonic energies approached his direction. Alarmed, he quickly recited an incantation, and in the next moment, several foot-long blades of wind materialized, whirling madly around him.
Yue Ji never expected Lingyun would crouch with his hands over his head. Only when the hidden weapon pierced her chest did she realize—she had been careless to believe Lingyun could block it.
“If the Black Emperor wishes to see my face, I dare not refuse.” He stretched out his right hand and slowly removed the mask from his face.
Seeing his uncle so furious and apparently intent on killing, Qiu Taisong knew that explanations would be useless. He scrambled out of the room, fled from Fragrant Leaf Palace, and hurried back the way he had come.
At that moment, someone from the Princess’s Mansion came to report that a young lady had arrived—the mansion was still in disarray, with no servants present, only workers from the site.
“I must excuse myself for a moment. I need to explain this properly to Daniu.” Wu Hai waved off Qu Hongjiang, then hurried after Tiantian into the woods behind the restaurant.
An Jun’s gaze fell upon An Zu’s face. “He deserved to die. I killed him.” With those two sentences, not only An Gui and An Fu but everyone present drew a sharp breath, their eyes filled with fear as they looked at An Jun.
After she finished speaking, she took the Third Princess’s hand and slapped it against the Empress Dowager’s chest and arm. After all, it was Ah Feng’s grandmother; Ah Feng couldn’t bring herself to strike that face, so the Third Princess’s hand landed on the Empress Dowager instead.
“Crown Prince, could you please stop following this old servant?” The master chef of the Imperial Kitchen, exhausted from being followed, stopped and pleaded.
Ah Feng rolled her eyes. “As if the city gates could be opened. If the soldiers inside really intended to help the Nali troops, they would have acted long ago.”
“You old thing, sneaking around—what kind of hero are you? If you have the guts, kill us,” one of the assassins shouted in fury.
How could this be possible!? Thank the heavens for this thick skin… Someone felt their worldview, morals, and values utterly shattered and scattered across the ground.