Chapter 143: Your Nephew Understands Your Good Intentions

Wen Yueqing raised her eyes to look at Shangguan Yinchun, a look of shame on her face as she said, "It is nothing; you need not worry about me." She then steadied her mind and added, "Thank you."

Shangguan Yinchun noticed that her expression was off, but with others present, he did not press further. He simply studied her; Qing'er looked truly beautiful today, and he found he could not tear his gaze away from her.

"Che'er, go back to your room first," Wen Yueze took this opportunity to pull Wen Yueche aside.

The most important thing right now was for Wen Yueche to...

"Uh, this..." Chen Bin’s expression was awkward. He found it difficult to say the words that Tong Le was Cinderella.

Nearly twenty years had passed, and righteous figures like Yan Chixia had undoubtedly grown more profound in their cultivation, yet it was still not enough. Even if Seven Night were to appear with the strength he possessed in the original plot—roughly having broken through to the eighth level of demonic arts—he would barely be on par with Yan Chixia.

Xie Jing understood what she meant. A husband and wife should be together; even if she did not like it, she would live here. No matter how much she longed for home, she would follow her husband.

In truth, Xie Jing did not know why he wanted to give them to her, but seeing Jiang Youning looking so lovely wearing them, he felt they looked good, so he gave them to her.

Old Master Lu chuckled happily, "You are so thoughtful, Lin lass, truly filial." He paused, casting a glance at Lu Zhenghang, who was silently following behind carrying the groceries, "Unlike that one."

He sat before his computer, screening them one by one, treating it entirely as a job.

The content of this meeting was not merely a summary of the Blue Water Maze incident; more importantly, it concerned the question of "how to deal with Chen Xiao."

Wen Rou looked at her and suddenly understood the phrase: "A delicate face more enchanting than flowers, a jade-like complexion more vibrant than the 'red' of spring."

Jiang Youning was stunned for a moment. She truly could not understand why every time Xie Jing kissed her, he acted like a wolf pouncing on a rabbit—rushing in without a word, as if he feared that if he told her beforehand, she would not let him kiss her.

"Before that, I want to ask you a question," Ji Xu suggested at this critical juncture. "Would you consider joining forces with me? If we fight each other, there may not be a good outcome, but if we work together, we can certainly secure the top two spots."

In truth, falling to the ground did not hurt much, but having twisted her foot while wearing ten-centimeter high heels... Xia Fangyuan felt as if her ankle was about to snap.

In the flash of lightning and roar of thunder, had Xi Zetian not jumped and lunged forward, Ji Ruolan might have met her end.

Liang Shan stated his intentions with the playful cruelty of a cat toying with a mouse. He did not consider himself a pervert, but seeing the look of terror on Gu Yuan Zhishu's face upon hearing his words, he felt an unexpected surge of excitement.

Nangong Ming pulled out a tissue, lightly wiped his thin lips, and stood up. His tall, slender figure immediately cast her in shadow. Suddenly, he bent down, scooped her up, and walked toward the bed.

"Stop!" After the events of last night, Mr. Qin was terrified of anything related to the word 'filth.' His face changed drastically, and he shouted for a stop, his hand moving with extreme speed to seal the bell and toss it to Feng Wu using his martial energy.

Nagato remained truly powerful in his own right, yet he was also aware that his current position was far from ordinary.

Wu Feng slowly raised his sword, his gaze locked onto Tang Xin, his eyes filled with killing intent.

What exactly could have been said to make Nana, who always loved to act and lie, swear such a vicious oath?

A lamp flickered in his hand, and a stack of silver tickets was produced and placed on the front desk—exactly five thousand of them.

And so, Concubine Yu became the favorite concubine, a subject of astonished gossip among the people of Xiliang, and a sharp, piercing thorn in the heart of Imperial Noble Consort Wan.

Meanwhile, at the Eighth Prince's mansion, even though today was the day the Emperor was to return to the capital, the husband remained holed up at home, neither going to receive the imperial carriage nor entering the palace to pay his respects. The Eighth Princess Consort, dressed in full formal attire, waited for a long time, yet her husband remained motionless.

Those old monsters who had never joined any faction and had lived in seclusion for years would appear today, each choosing to temporarily join the faction they believed would emerge victorious.