Chapter 43: A Complete Wipeout

When he registered their marriage certificate previously, he had noticed that the name on Fang Meixiang's household registration booklet was indeed "Fang Meixiang," and he had asked her about it at the time.

Fang Meixiang's explanation was that her family had consulted a fortune-teller, who told her that the name Fang Ying did not suit her, so she changed her name after entering university.

He hadn't thought much of it at all; after all, people around their parts strongly believed in such things. Besides, engaging in feudal superstitions wasn't allowed nowadays, and everything had to be done on the quiet without making a fuss. Being tactful, he didn't ask any further questions, never imagining that the truth would turn out to be this.

Sensing his movement, Guo Yinyin did not resist, as she could find no reason to refuse.

Ye Nanshan was astonished at Tantai Ming's advancement in cultivation, but Tantai Ming was even more astonished at Ye Nanshan's.

The fatty paid her no mind, holding the wings as he walked forward on his own. As he strode along, his entire physical appearance began to change accordingly: his chubby figure grew lithe and robust, his roly-poly fingers became slender, and his fleshy face turned handsome.

With a soft click, Xiao Lian's mind instantly spun into a blur of dizzying motion. Immediately afterward, she heard the tragic wails of the Dragon clan, the snapping sounds of thunder whips, and the sorrow of impending death flash past her ears before vanishing without a trace.

"It's over, we're dead for sure!" Fang Qingyuan cried out in despair. An endless sea of fire surged and spread rapidly toward them, and they had no other means of defense except to use the beverages stored within their respective spatial rings to put out the flames.

Zhao Xue and Wang Yunfei exchanged glances, hesitation written across their faces, while Bai Shasha's eyes turned frosty. Lifting her leg, she delivered a kick straight to the door lock, smashing the door open and sending Zhang Qianqian tumbling down onto the floor in the process.

That smile carried a bitter lingering fear. For twenty years, every autumn, he had held a grand hunt simply in the hope of waiting for her arrival, yet year after year, it had all come to nothing.

"If you need it, I can find a way to have one issued illicitly," Liu Xiang said hurriedly after calming his emotions.

If her feelings for Wen Feihang were as deep and inescapable as her sister-in-law's were for her eldest brother, then even if Ge Qingyun stood as a stubborn, immovable mountain between the two of them, she would uproot her and clear her away until not even a speck of stone dust remained.

The prefectural magistrate did not understand the deep-seated grievances between Prince Ning and Prince Yu; he merely assumed that Prince Ning, in order to uphold the dignity of the imperial family, would investigate the matter to some extent and give Prince Yu an explanation.

Tang Keke was unwilling to let it go. She had long looked forward to going out for a stroll with Xiao Bohan, and more importantly, she was somewhat aware of certain matters between Su Manqian and Xiao Bohan. Feeling that Xiao Bohan had been under too much pressure lately, she wanted to accompany him outside to relax.

Her life was simple yet overflowing with happiness; the corners of her mouth were always upturned, and her eyes were filled with smiles.

"I wonder whether Her Majesty the Empress Dowager hopes that I will kill Oboi, or that I will not kill Oboi?" Ye Tian smiled, teasing with an air of utter nonchalance.

The bandit leader stood in a daze, and his subordinates were utterly flabbergasted and at a loss, trembling as they looked toward the three major factions.

"Did you see that?" Zhang Tianyi suddenly perked up. They had been riding for a while earlier, but none of them had enjoyed it to their heart's content. Since Cai Zhiyuan and his companion had wandered off somewhere, he simply sought out the master of the house, took Yu Qiaoqing along, and mounted the horses once again.

After snapping back to their senses, the crowd examined the "stone slab" before Wang Kui, still finding it hard to believe that this was the piece chosen by Master Wang Kui.

However, the people had already left now and could not be reached; even their close friends and relatives were unable to bring them back. The two of them could only curse under their breath and shake their heads in frustration.

Because at that moment, Ming Xi was wondering within her heart: was this semi-saint priest Mo Chen "blind to the eyes yet clear of heart," or... did he fail to discern that her voice had been transformed into a genuinely deep and resonant "male voice"?

The people of the Rongmei Chiefdom had shot arrows and wounded the barbarians, so they naturally could not shirk responsibility; meanwhile, the Sichuan Prince's Estate could not absolve itself of blame either, having been remiss in its judgment of character by appointing him as the head of security. Yet concerning such a sensitive topic, both sides were probing each other while remaining unwilling to state their positions clearly.