Volume 1, Chapter 22: A Perfect Match

Even in such simple attire, Mo Lingcheng possessed a powerful charisma that compelled one to look twice. His face, his physique, his very presence—these far eclipsed the enhancement of any clothing.

At that moment, Xu Mingxuan approached Mo Lingcheng. Standing side by side, one in black and one in white, the contrast was stark. Xu Mingxuan’s white suit was impeccably designed, paired with his fluffy, chestnut-colored hair, projecting an air of effortless fashion. Seen on his own, Xu Mingxuan was indeed the dream lover of countless young women. Yet, standing next to Mo Lingcheng, his carefree style suddenly seemed affected and oily.

Mo Lingcheng suddenly looked up, his gaze locking with Shen Qing’s...

"Of course I have important matters," Yuan Dong said, turning instantly serious. His eyes were sharp, making Man Jia feel as though leaving now would be an act of extreme cruelty.

"This is what you call serving before the throne? Do you believe I can have you charged with dereliction of duty this instant?" Qin Mei’er lifted her chin, radiating an air of haughty superiority.

A low sound came from the doorway, followed by the sight of a white figure more terrifying than Sadako. Tang Shaoxuan felt a jolt of alarm, quickly switching on the lamp to see who it was, his sleepiness vanishing instantly.

Lan Mo knew that Qi Zeyu was doing this to protect him, so he didn't ask further. He obediently put on the gray menswear and followed him through the gates of the Prime Minister’s mansion.

A sharp cry echoed in her ears, and the next moment, a pair of strong, powerful arms caught her waist just in time, pulling her away from danger.

Yu Fengcai grumbled to himself but still followed Man Jingliang. Man Jia looked at Chen Zimo before her, feeling a moment of awkwardness. Despite being married for so many years, they now felt uneasy, and the cause was nothing more than a misunderstanding.

If she really had to do this, then why had he gone to such great lengths in the beginning? Leaving Lianqing, avoiding enemies, and hiding all the way here before searching for a solution.

Man Jia felt a chill in her body. Listening to Tong Rui’s analysis, she understood it in her heart, but she had been unwilling to face it directly. Was she admitting that she and Chen Zimo were pursuing different lives? Was she admitting that she refused to compromise, thereby forcing Chen Zimo to do so?

At Yan’er’s call, Bao’er finally regained some clarity. She realized that under Wuying’s passionate kiss, the thin blanket wrapped around her had slipped to her waist. Her bare back was pressed against the gilded pillar, and the cold touch sent a shiver through her, prompting her to push away Wuying, who was kissing her with abandon.

Four golden-armored guards tightened their grip on the corners of the fabric, pulling it taut until the man was bound securely, unable to move.

Peeking out, Lone Wolf saw his target hiding behind a dried-up water pit. Seeing the edge of the man’s clothing exposed, Lone Wolf sneered. Without alerting him, he ducked low and crept around to the other side.

Riding the gilded sightseeing elevator upward, one could take in the entire city’s spectacular, brilliant night view. The red and green neon lights looked like gems embedded between buildings that rose and fell like blocks, emitting a strange and dazzling radiance.

At this moment, what I should do is understand her and comfort her, letting her know not to take it to heart.

"A dead Zhui’er is more useful than a living one. Once someone is dead, it becomes 'suicide out of fear of punishment,' and even if I had a hundred mouths, I wouldn't be able to argue my way out of it," Shen Wan said, staring at the Empress Dowager.

"What are you thinking about?" Sanguo was quite displeased by this, pulling Danguo to check the results. After seeing them, Danguo scratched his head, finally understanding his intention, yet still refused to admit he was wrong, arguing back that there was still a possibility of peeping.

"Thank you. I don't yet know how to address you all." Knowing that Hulk might be alright, Zhang Rui finally realized she didn't know the names of Wu Ming and the others, and asked with a bashful smile.

"Enough, stop getting excited. Who is Mo Yueling?" Yang Yang patted Mu Dongqiang beside him, stopping his frantic behavior and asking the question that puzzled him.

"What is all this nonsense?" Li Yu felt a sense of foreboding and immediately checked the system notifications.

"Wh... what? Carrying me? Was I carried back last night?" Shen Wan was so shocked she could barely string her words together. If it wasn't her cousin, could it have been that young man? How did he know where I lived?

At daybreak, news spread rapidly throughout the city that a large number of Fei Kingdom spies were lurking in Tianzhou, launching bloody retaliatory attacks for the execution of their comrades by the Imperial Guard. The entire city was in an uproar, and the people were gripped by panic.

Under the weight of his surging emotions, he suddenly gripped her shoulders tightly. Perhaps his strength was too great; she let out a soft cry of pain, and in that moment of swallowing, she caught the tip of his tongue. A numbing sensation instantly spread through his entire body.

However, at that moment, a strange phenomenon occurred. The man in the painting slowly began to manifest, emerging as a figure shimmering with white light.

Seizing the opportunity, Ye Feng quickly swallowed a handful of spirit herbs. Without time to refine them, he continued to fly forward.

Of course, none of this escaped Ruyue’s eyes. Beyond the Emperor’s lingering affection for Sula, she saw even more of the Liu sisters' restless ambitions. With Concubine Ding gone, the Liu sisters were so anxious to secure the Emperor’s favor that their motives were blatantly obvious.

Jia Mingyue took several deep breaths, her chest rising and falling. Following Wang Chen’s orders, she spun around in place.

Guo Yingnan could hardly bear to watch. After all, they had once been sisters, and seeing the formerly elegant and lovely Jiang Qianya in such a disheveled state left her feeling deeply unsettled.

What the Water Spirit didn't know was that Tang Houtian’s achievements from back then were precisely what had paved the way for the Tang Feng standing before them, wasn't it?