Eighty-three. Crisis of Public Opinion

October 20th.

Pei Xiunian actually woke up quite early today.

To his astonishment, he found that Su Zhiqiu, the imperial princess of unmatched nobility, had already tidied up the entire Chengqian Hall with remarkable diligence while he was still resting.

It was entirely unnecessary for her to do such things...

For once the sun was well up, or when no one was in the hall, palace maids from the Forbidden City would naturally come to clean...

No one could fathom this fox...

Moreover, there was a bit of personal feeling from Li Er in this matter. After learning that Xiangcheng was pregnant with Zhao Chen’s child, Li Er, for reasons unknown even to himself, felt a quiet sense of relief.

Of course, An Li had some positive impressions of this comic as well—most notably, the artist’s skill was truly superb, perhaps only a shade less accomplished than his own sister. In An Li’s view, this was already a generous assessment for such a reclusive and mysterious author.

At the same time, the Earth United Space Force’s new weapon drew the eyes of all who had been unaware of its existence!

Since their previous attempts to capture the matriarch and the martial chief had yielded nothing, Link decided not to have Carlshana and the others continue hunting the dark elves. Instead, he resolved simply to eliminate them all. Thus, he did not provide Carlshana and her team with any magical artifacts for concealment; they could only attack head-on.

As soon as Lin Yu finished speaking, eight jars of “Drunken Immortal” were already lined up before him, the rich fragrance of the wine filling the air; those who merely inhaled its scent felt intoxicated before even tasting a drop.

Several hours passed. Heng Kui and the others managed to return within four hours of entering the mountains, their storage pouches filled to the brim. But upon seeing Ah Huang and Ah Jin sitting cross-legged on the ground, but no sign of Elder Ying, fear gripped them, and cold sweat broke out on their foreheads.

He wanted to catch his opponent off guard. After all, if he could just contain EZ, the subsequent combo from his three teammates would spell certain doom for Ezreal.

General Sturgeon’s struggles in tournaments were more a matter of nerves in the heat of battle—a psychological issue—whereas Rain’s defeat in the bottom lane was simply due to being utterly outplayed.

With four summoner spells and a support with strong protection, both AD carries should have been able to develop in peace without interference. Yet, in front of Old Bandit Sima, peaceful development imperceptibly turned into a bloody brawl.

Xu Haoyan turned his head with curiosity, his gaze never leaving Jinmian as she walked in step by step. Seeing the man behind her, Xu Haoyan frowned.

At first, she thought it would be like searching for a needle in a haystack. Now, with a concrete target, the investigation would be much simpler.

For days, no news had come from Lu Qiao in the palace of the Celestial Star Kingdom, making Mingyue anxious. The last time Lu Qiao had sent a map of the imperial dungeon, she had dispatched people to the palace to investigate. Unexpectedly, not a single one returned; they were all lost.

Shen Hongxuan truly conceded defeat to Jinmian. With such valuable resources at his disposal, he failed to take advantage, resorting to consulting a dictionary, forgetting entirely who had just frightened Jinmian moments before.

Guided by the sound of the flute, Ai Zi slowly made her way deeper into the peach blossom grove. Soon, she caught sight of Yun Chenyie in white, seated quietly by a towering tree, playing the flute in solitude.

Sihui stepped back, suddenly sensing the dreadful hostility emanating from the person sitting there. Since he was so resolute, Sihui decided it was better to leave early and report back.

The reason his wife and child were invited to Nanjing was precisely to see how he would react—would he remain in Shanxi or travel south?

Through the swirling steam, he seemed to glimpse a figure from years past, bustling in the kitchen in just such a way, making him a bowl of longevity noodles.

“Madam, that’s not what I meant. I really don’t want you to feel indebted to me. It was truly no trouble at all,” Abiao declined once more.

The accident in which she nearly died last time was, in fact, no accident. It had been orchestrated with a clear plan and purpose by this same group of people. She had survived only by sheer luck.