Chapter 59: First Entry into the Imperial Palace

Ever since the imperial mausoleum case concluded, Shen Hua and Lu Chenzhou had never crossed paths again, and she had no desire to deal with officials. Over the past month or so, she had hardly been idle. By day, she went up the mountains to gather herbs and diagnose patients, while at night she continued to chat with those entities, urging them to depart as soon as possible. The remainder of her time was spent keeping a close eye on Jin Zhong and that Madam Lu, with occasional visits to the Imperial Astronomical Bureau to find a chance to inspect the locked archives.

Shen Hua was carrying a bamboo basket on her back as she descended the mountain, when unexpectedly—

1: The score not only gave Liverpool an away lead over Birmingham, but it also shattered the Birmingham players' resolve to defend stubbornly and secure a draw. Severely struck in morale, the Birmingham players practically sleepwalked through the rest of the match, looking entirely different from how they had been before Liverpool took the lead.

However, Honghui's pronunciation was merely more standard than his mother's. When Honghui called his father "Ama," it sounded more like "A-ma," and these two distinct sounds left Wanru doubled over with laughter.

With those words, his body lifted straight up into the air, soaring upward. Yang Feng followed closely behind Yang Jian without a moment's hesitation. He knew that Yang Jian would not do anything to him; otherwise, he would have made a move just now when he was completely defenseless. Besides, he still had many questions he wanted to ask this Yang Jian.

When there were people around, Wanru would not miss Yinzhen, but once everyone left and she was completely alone, Wanru would unconsciously find herself yearning for Yinzhen.

Wanru frowned and asked, "My Lord, can you really not find out what happened that night?" With the matter involving the Niohuru clan, Wanru habitually desired to know all the details clearly.

With a soft shout, akin to a towering divine mountain crashing horizontally across, it sent the Sage Yang Hongsheng flying backward, coughing up mouthfuls of blood as an untold number of his bones were fractured.

Inside the Liverpool dressing room, Old Bei and George returned from the pre-match press conference, and Old Bei immediately summoned the entire squad, addressing the players with a stern expression.

Old Bei was well aware that although Liverpool was still playing a counter-attacking game, a greatly morale-boosted Arsenal could not be held off by such means alone. Therefore, Old Bei loudly reminded his disciples on the pitch to tighten their defense, pull back, and hunker down for a desperate defense, leaving Arsenal no opportunities whatsoever.

Saying this, he bashfully lowered his head, yet at the very moment he lowered it, his eyes glanced sideways, casting an immensely enchanting look at him.

Snap! Was that lightning that appeared in that instant? Before Luo Tianjin had even moved, the lightning had already permeated the sickle, delivering a fierce, sweeping blow from bottom to top. I remember this move was called something like "Earth-Shattering Slash," as an invisible curtain of lightning seemingly materialized out of thin air to block my path.

It wasn't that I was afraid Fan Ye would say the wrong thing; I simply didn't want to make the situation at home look too unsightly... But since my mother had already put it that way, I had no choice but to bring Fan Ye back.

Dongfang Chunyan paid no mind to Xiao Qi's departure; by now, once he returned to the palace, someone ought to be reporting on the matter of Xia Ru.

Lin Shiwei had just been through a fierce battle and had resorted to a forbidden art, leaving her somewhat drained at the moment. However, unwilling to be a drag, she exchanged a glance with Lan Hai and resolutely invoked the forbidden art once more.

Fu Jinxiu was sitting quietly waiting for Fu Mu to return, never expecting that the news she heard the next day would leave her dazed and unresponsive for a full half-moment.

"Our Jianwu Guard... has a traitor?" Guo Xi muttered aloud, evidently unable to accept such a reality.

The flying syringe carried tremendous force, and the needle drove straight into my arm. Sensing that something was amiss, I swiped at it with my hand, and the chopstick-thick syringe clattered to the ground.

My methods were completely in disarray, and my mind felt dull and hazy. I simply tilted my head, resting my cheek on my hand as I watched them handle and play their cards. Not daring to look squarely at Su Jinglin, I could only glance at him out of the corner of my eye whenever I looked at anyone else.

Wen Nuano had already cried until her eyes were red and swollen, sobbing incessantly. While wiping away her tears with the back of her hand, she did not forget to glare fiercely at Yun Chu a couple of times.

Madam Han called out in a shrill voice, but the soldiers remained expressionless. Once everyone had departed, they too boarded the vehicle and drove away.