Chapter 62: Why Not Tell Him

Shen Qingqing glanced toward the dining table, where lunch was indeed set for two, and it was Chinese cuisine.

Mo Lingcheng took the lead in standing up and walked over to the washbasin.

Remembering the injury on his hand, Shen Qingqing immediately followed him, hastily admonishing, "Your wound cannot get wet."

As she spoke, Shen Qingqing had already grabbed Mo Lingcheng's palm.

The living room was very large. Yan Zhengxi was sitting at the dining table, holding a newspaper and leisurely enjoying coffee and breakfast. Qianqian walked over slowly, then sat down beside him as if nothing were the matter, elegantly eating her breakfast.

Therefore, before entering the palace, no one knew just how severe the situation truly was. Naturally, with the future empress disappearing right before the grand wedding, no one dared to risk their lives spreading the news everywhere. Even when Xiao Yan was ordered to lead trusted soldiers out of the city in pursuit, it was all carried out quietly in the shadows, without even alerting the guards at the city gates.

Yueyuan withdrew, but Leng Xianning made no move. She remained facing the window, gazing at the full view of the garden outside. The flowers in the garden were changed according to the seasons, so they were always full of vitality.

Ye Zhiyuan had a slender figure, dressed in blue skiing gear, and was gliding swiftly across the snow. His expression beneath his goggles was unreadable, save for a crooked smile as he dashingly maneuvered through a series of obstacles. Suddenly, with a graceful turn that kicked up a flurry of snow, he slid right up to Zhou Xuan.

As the only person around Sowa Ryo who was proficient in both Chinese and etiquette, Sowa Ayako was forced by circumstances—even against Sowa Ryo's wishes—to sit beside Liu Mu and act as an interpreter.

Yet, forgetting does not mean it never happened. Every single cell in her body remembered, aching faintly.

His facial expressions were vivid and his tone gloomy and terrifying, sounding exceptionally chilling. An Youoran felt her hair stand on end and shrank back in fear behind Su Chen.

He was the only one she could rely on, yet she could not indulge in the desire to keep him. What did not belong to her would ultimately never be hers. Once she saw through it and figured it out, it really was not a big deal, was she right?

"Immortal Lord, we were originally just passing through to investigate the whereabouts of the Fierce Demon. Yet he insisted on blocking our path, and even dared to... dare to..." Squeezing out a tear, she cast a meaningful glance at Bei Yeluoc.

The village chief's son was a pervert who not only fancied pretty girls but also enjoyed abusing them.

For some reason, after traveling far and wide across the land, he ultimately found that his favorite city was still Shenzhen.

As for Ji Xuefeng's strike, it was indeed astonishing, leaving her dumbfounded. She almost completely failed to see how he made his move before Tianyue was sent flying out of the room.

"What!" He Qingqing was stunned. This was completely different from what she had expected. The people she had encountered before would never block her knee strike directly with the palm of their hands like Chu Yang did, because those people simply lacked the ability. Yet Chu Yang had done it with ease.

"Damn it!" Shangguan Ming looked up briefly, then turned to glance back at the two bald men sitting in a booth leisurely sipping cocktails. Gritting his teeth, he walked toward the steps.

Thus, he and Jiang Youmei returned to the quadrangle to tell them not to make any fuss tomorrow, as the brother and sister would not be coming back for dinner.

Although living at Yindu Villa was extremely convenient and comfortable, and Grandma Shi and Shi Banxia who cherished her were also there, she still could not bear to leave.

Jiang Mochen and Li Xiaoting shared a guest room. Upon returning to the guesthouse, they did not bother the trio playing poker and went straight to their room.

In fact, the modifications were not too significant; the only additions to the furniture were a chaise lounge and a standing floor screen.

A protective urge rising spontaneously from the depths of the heart must have filled the hearts of every male present at that very instant.

Upon seeing Mulin's silhouette, the Imperial Noble Consort grew restless, her gaze occasionally drifting toward the sovereign, terrified that he might grow weary of the old and yearn for the new, forgetting his former love now that he had a new favorite.