Chapter 57: Boiling with Rage (Part 1)

Madam Meng slapped him on the back of the hand and lowered her voice, scolding, "Your mind is full of nothing else. Go to sleep."

"Huinang, my wife..."

Eldest Ning's voice practically trailed off into a soft, honeyed whine.

Madam Meng remained stone-hearted.

"Too much has happened these past few days; I'm in no mood for this."

Hearing this, Eldest Ning let out a sympathetic sigh, completely deflated.

"Wife..."

The couple whispered to each other for a while longer, mostly discussing what needed to be prepared for rebuilding the house.

Chen Jin nodded. Finding a planet with abundant fresh water could only be described as difficult, let alone the sheer coincidence required for it to be located in the habitable zone of a stellar orbit. The proportion of star systems possessing both water and a suitably positioned orbit was less than one in three hundred.

At that moment, Mo Fengwu's voice was very soft, yet Elder Yao was left somewhat bewildered by these abrupt, out-of-context words.

"Gu Nian, make things clear to me before you leave!" She stepped forward and grabbed Qiao Qingxia's arm, flames of fury burning in the depths of her eyes.

"Well? Did she answer?" Wang Yuling looked at Bai Yirou, appearing extremely hurried and irritable.

"Yes, that's right, I am David." Stanley stepped down from the lawnmower and walked over with a suspicious look.

The expression that was originally smug and disdainful underwent a drastic change the moment he saw the new comments, his hands trembling slightly: This... how could this be?

Reaching this state of perfection with the flame was indeed what he had been pursuing—the ultimate presentation of fire. In this state, Leon could continue to delve deeper and refine it toward an even more flawless condition; otherwise, everything would become unstable, which also gave Leon quite a headache.

Qiao Qingxia was somewhat surprised. Although they hadn't been acquainted for long, she had felt that the Big Boss was quite easy to get along with. What was wrong with him now? Or was this his true nature?

My gaze swept across the area, and sure enough, the Purgatory Commander's hollow eye sockets were now fixed intently on me—or more precisely, on the jade pendant in my hand, which was unmistakably the one the Ghost Queen had given me.

Hearing this, a torrent of aggrieved and furious hot tears welled up in this divine monarch's eyes. Unable to hold back, with a small *rip*, I bit off another chunk of the quilt corner.

My master, the renowned Patriarch Yinmiao within the Nine Provinces, had planted ten million peach trees in the back mountains of the Great Brahma Sound Hall. The peach blossoms covering the mountains were dazzlingly alluring, usually blooming from March all the way through April.

Sitong, upon being called, walked along while pondering silently: This blood lotus was specially fetched from the Northern Foothills as a birthday gift for the Sovereign. How could it be given away so casually? It's impossible to understand what the young masters are thinking.

He reached for the door handle, and another cold, large hand covered hers, using her own grip to lock the door from the inside.

Inside the Qionglai Hall, however, a gloomy wind blew, casting an eerie, spectral gray hue. The drafts sweeping across the grand hall from time to time carried a chill that induced a sense of unease. It was deathly quiet, resembling an ancient dwelling abandoned for a millennium, long forgotten by the world.

"This concubine severed ties with Lord Zheng long ago. Why does Your Majesty still refuse to believe me to this day?" Bao Xi asked.

Perhaps due to this past half-month of living together—though she had forcefully confined me within the Yanghua Palace, because she frequently invited me to drink with her and talk to me—this divine monarch had developed a certain fondness for her. Knowing that she was about to wither away, my heart felt somewhat heavy.

Vast expanses of the mountains were blanketed in fiery red maple leaves. Unlike the red maples cultivated in the Gu family's estate, these carried the scent of freedom.

In just half a month, he had healed internal injuries accumulated over a dozen years. The efficacy of advanced Xingyi Quan was truly no exaggeration, and Lin Xun was even contemplating whether he should exchange it for the peak-level Xingyi Quan.

"Right, right, right! He was sleeping just now, and I was afraid he wouldn't hear the doorbell, so I ran out to open the door myself!" Shen Shimuan hurriedly chimed in, finally finding a seemingly plausible excuse.

Truth be told, no matter how much favor Su Qingwan enjoyed beside the Emperor, she was still just a servant—not a imperial concubine, nor a daughter of royal blood. How could she remain completely unmoved by such a vast array of treasures?