Love at First Sight Chapter 111: A Thought Concealed Deep in the Heart

In the third prince's mansion, Tong'er had not yet rested. She hummed a little tune to herself, sitting in the room and waiting for Wen Yueqing to return.

She believed that Wen Yueqing and Zunyou must be playing very well together. Once they came back, she would ask them in detail what new and interesting things were on this year's Lantern Festival.

Tong'er had enjoyed this Lantern Festival tremendously. Now she was so excited that she couldn't sleep.

Today, she had accompanied Kang Qi to eat yuanxiao, and they had also had dinner together. Although they had not gone out to watch the lanterns, she felt...

Watching the leaves dance gracefully in mid-air, Wang Chuan's eyes gleamed brightly, as if he had seized something but couldn't quite grasp it.

In this world, if one wants both, they can only have one or the other; even so, it might not be entirely satisfactory. Since this was already enough, any further craving would be wishful thinking.

In his heart, he wondered if his master was bluffing, otherwise why would he appear here to stop him? Thinking of this, his anxiety grew even more intense.

Although she had received a modern education emphasizing equality for all, this was ancient times, and she would not be foolish enough to believe that equality prevailed here as well.

Seeing Wang Chuan drive his feet forcefully into the tree bark to steady himself, his body almost pressed against the trunk, he freed his hands and delivered a punch to the wandering cultivator.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Tao's chest ached with rage. She was about to curse him out when suddenly, the man before her, Lin Yifeng, dropped to his knees with a thud right in front of her.

A torrent of thousands of various vehicles stretched more than a hundred kilometers along the highway, disappearing into the distance as far as the eye could see.

The Fallen Swallow Thirteen Swords in the hands of a pair of immortal-like beings displayed an unparalleled grace, entangling and lingering like a divine couple. One yellow and one blue, the two swords coiled tightly together, resembling a pair of colorful butterflies dancing among the fallen leaves.

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