Chapter Seventy-Five: Turmoil of the Heart (Second Update)

Yun Shuang’s brows furrowed slightly. Although she could tell that Jiang Xiao had come in the dead of night because of this matter, she couldn’t help but feel confused in her heart. He had barely met those two children, hadn’t he? She did not answer Jiang Xiao’s question, but asked instead, “General Jiang, to show such concern for a common woman’s children leaves me quite anxious.”

Jiang Xiao was silent for a moment, then gently nodded and said, “I am indeed worried about them. I have this feeling…”

“Since you’ve achieved your purpose, hurry and let me go, or else my father will never let you off,” the Blood Bat Prince threatened, though he sounded anything but imposing.

The moment the white tiger landed, it raised its body high and let out an angry roar toward Ye Feng.

She pursed her lips, then forced out a strained, awkward smile and said dryly, “Mu Qiu, no, from now on we are fellow disciples. I’m very glad. If you ever need anything, you can come to me.” Zi Qiuyue also spoke happily to Mu Qiu, her face bright with a cheerful smile.

Li Yanyang nodded with a smile, then walked back, even slower than before. Sometimes, he'd step onto a stone stair, shake his head, then return to his original spot and walk again.

Chef Zhao was a chubby, fair-skinned middle-aged man. Though plump, he had an amiable face, lacking any brutish or lewd air.

The Ghost Path explained the rules, and no one objected. This game of wits and courage was quite interesting, and besides, none of them lacked money.

Six Immortals of Floating Life had actually accepted a Heaven’s Mandate quest to act as his bodyguards? Considering their circle was all about drinking, gambling, vacationing, and flirting, it was hard to imagine them as bodyguards. Clearly, it would be more reassuring to have a fierce elder take their place.

“By the way, Elder Chu, you’ve been watching over here. Is there any danger?” Yang Dengqu asked.

Xu Xi couldn’t help but recall her own table manners—it was no wonder her mother-in-law couldn’t get close to her.

After placing Chu Qi on the bed, Jiang Lijun wasted no time and went straight to knock on Ji Yanlei’s door.

And every hospital gave the same result: Rong Jiajia was pregnant. Rong Jiajia and Han Hao looked at the mountain of diagnosis reports in front of them, unable to describe what they felt.

Actually, little brothers are quite adorable… but if it were a little sister, she could dress her in skirts and make her look so pretty.

Jiang Lijun’s words made Louis laugh too. Compared to before, they really were very different now. It seemed that the passage of time had indeed brought some changes.

Princess Rong most likely took advantage of rumors in the capital, then fabricated some “truths” to mislead the Empress Dowager into believing that Qi Tianche was infatuated with her.

Seeing Lin Shuran close his eyes, Xia Muhan cried out in hysterics, deeply pained.

As soon as Mama Lu sat down, she heard a loud smack. She saw her son glaring sullenly at Lu Shaogong. She quickly withdrew her hand that was about to pick up her chopsticks, and looked at her husband with sympathy.

A few days’ delay, but the master would still leave the capital with the lady. Was the concubine planning something else? The old madam would never allow it.

“The military has ordered Liu Qi’s force of one hundred thousand troops north to the capital, to cooperate with Li Xianzhong’s division in resisting the Mongols! Meanwhile, Han Shizhong’s division from Datong has also moved north to the former site of Xixia’s Keyi Gate. If conditions permit, Han Shizhong can lead his troops directly through Keyi Gate into the Mongolian steppe!” Qu Duan said.

The emperor heard that the Empress Dowager was still asking for white silk. He thought about how he hadn’t had a single carefree day in his life, yet still had to force a smile before the Empress Dowager, fearing she would worry herself sick.

The antidote required every year forced Natu to obey Ming Ye’s every arrangement. For the sake of his beloved Princess Shurong, the once-proud emperor willingly bowed his head to Ming Ye in submission.

She could only let him take his time, inching step by step upstairs, his hardness penetrating her again and again.