Chapter 60: Dealing with Madam Yu

"Is that really so?"

The Duke found it somewhat difficult to fathom the Crown Prince's true intentions.

The observant servant stepped forward smartly to pour fresh hot tea.

"Did I wake you?" Wushang paused in his steps, then hurried over to Jinxiu's side, resting his chin familiarly upon her shoulder with practiced ease.

Wang Xu said indomitably, "Because... I wanted her to get some exercise." He could hardly say he wanted Xuewen to observe his archery in order to refine her own techniques.

Ximen Wushuang and Liu Xuefeng had both sustained varying degrees of injuries. They quickly retreated into the sword formation to regulate their internal breath, knowing well that no one could predict what the next moment might bring.

Holding the Aoshuang Immortal Sword, Li Xiuyuan leaped forward and engaged Wang Heng in a fierce battle. Both wielded long swords, exchanging blows back and forth upon the martial arts stage in a match so evenly contested it was hard to tell who would prevail.

Along the eastern post road of Licheng, Lin Xiu did his best to maintain his troops' stamina as they marched swiftly, interspersed with brief rests. This approach not only ensured they would not miss the imperial order to reinforce Zhongdu, but also minimized physical exhaustion among the soldiers. As they passed through the territory of Licheng, Lin Xiu instructed Lin Huaiping to dispatch scouts out to a radius of three li, leaving Zhao Yuan somewhat puzzled.

A sharp glint flashed across the heavily built man's half-drooped eyes. His gaze grew increasingly profound as he watched Luo Xin and Lai Ruxu ahead of him. Occasionally, when his eyes swept over his nearby brothers, a dark look crossed his face, though one could only wonder what thoughts were churning within his mind.

"Don't worry too much, Mrs. Luo. I will help you investigate this thoroughly." Seeing that Qin Kelan's mental state was clearly abnormal, I spoke up to offer comfort.

Then, Li Xiaoyan thought of Xiatian. When Xiatian was mapping out this path for him, had he foreseen this issue? Perhaps Xiatian had never intended to help him sincerely at all, but merely sought to use him.

As the voice faded, a man wearing a light brown jacket was seen walking over from not far away.

Watching the four figures close in gradually, Liu Yangkun remained entirely unfazed. He even had the leisure to utter a few mocking remarks. When those words reached the ears of the Kongxuan Sect members, their expressions immediately darkened, looking utterly unsightly.

The preliminary cause of death was determined to be a blow to the back of the head from a flying stone, which caused him to fall from his horse and fracture his skull. Although further autopsy was pending, it was definitively not an accidental death.

While the Fang family could certainly afford such items, who wouldn't want to maintain friendly relations with someone as generous and kind-hearted as Jiang Xue?

However, Lin Qingyu did not return home directly. After Jia Yi shared the recording of Lin Qingyu's battle with the others, Lin Qingyu officially acquired all the privileges due to a council member.

Lu Zhisong wanted to offer a retort, but upon reflection, she realized she indeed needed time to recover from that wretched relationship.

Students from the medical departments of universities across the Yun Nation, along with the faculty and students of Peking University, were all rushing to the front lines to lead the counter-offensive for their revered elder.

Yang Bufan let out a soft sigh and stopped dwelling on the matter, understanding that the secrets of these three items were still beyond his current comprehension.

A single sentence from Yang Bufan instantly startled everyone present. Yun Zhonglong appeared to be at least at the mid-stage of the True Blood Realm; how could anyone possibly contend with him?

Yet when their requests were rejected by their superiors above, anger, humiliation, and jealousy became intertwined in their hearts, slowly twisting their minds.

In your memory, your grandmother never grew tired of telling such tales, repeating them a hundred times over with undiminished relish. Hearing them invariably instilled an intangible sense of oppression.

As long as there was no way to disrupt the array for the realm-breaking teleportation spell, it was impossible to sever the connection between Lin Qingyu's true body and his avatars.

Stepping through the Ninefold Divine Gate, the world within was entirely different from what Qilin had imagined—it was a vast, sprawling garden. It was called a garden because it contained towering mountains, flowing rivers, dense forests, and boundless seas of flowers.