Chapter 93: Turning the Tables

Ye Yue was about to retort with a smile when the sound of hooves echoed from outside. Eunuch Feng reported from outside, “Your Majesty, it’s Commander Su Feibai of the Tiger Roar Battalion and Commander Jiang Zhaoli of the Wan Ce Battalion.”

Hearing this, Ye Yue hurriedly stood up from Tang Yu’s embrace and hid to the side. Tang Yu chuckled and then instructed the maid outside to draw back the curtains, bringing the imperial carriage to a halt.

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Even though, in Li Ming’s words, their Highness was powerful and invincible, when faced with crisis, they were unwilling and afraid to take risks.

Gu Qingcheng turned her head and saw a set of brand-new clothes laid out beside her pillow, complete from inner to outer garments.

Now, with Ye Chuyuan in the Shentu household, if she fell asleep, it was surely out of fear that someone might cause trouble when she was defenseless.

Gu Qingcheng got into the car, fastened her seatbelt, and glanced at Tang Shishi beside her. The man gripped the car keys and stared straight ahead, lost in thought.

Ye Chuyuan had no qualms about teaching Bailin You some formations; after all, the true secret of her family’s legacy was that nameless hammer technique and the breathing method.

Witnessing such a scene, Yangxi on the ground behind was astonished. A moment ago, he had steeled himself for death, yet unexpectedly, he survived in the end.

Because “abilities” differed in strength and countered one another, certain exceptional ability users could defeat opponents of a higher rank by surprise or through the superiority of their powers.

Still, Lin Zhiguo felt uneasy. Such verbal agreements, made in jest, were rarely taken seriously—even Lin Shu herself hadn’t cared. Yet the Xia family took it to heart; whether out of true honor or ulterior motives, he could not tell.

Mu Yun first shattered Ding Fei’s Money Sword with an axe, then struck off Ding Fei’s head with another blow.

When confronted by Jiuyin’s deathly, watery gaze, Hai’s mind flashed back to scenes from the longevity banquet. Instinctively, he shrank into the shadows, a lingering fear in his heart.

Yet as an outsider, he could not probe too deeply into why Ding Jiuxi had done such a thing.

It was a handsome face, no more than twenty years old; by bearing and temperament, he did not appear to be a ruthless villain.

Li Yuanhao dared not provoke her. The scene that day when she went mad trying to kill Zhao Wanwan had terrified him—not because she might kill Zhao Wanwan, but because she might harm him.

Shen Rong desperately wanted to tell him everything, but whenever the words reached her lips, she found herself unable to say them.

“Stimulation,” he replied coolly, tossing out the word. Lin Jingfeng said nothing more and went to watch television, enjoying a rare two-day respite.

Shen Rong believed everything Xiao Chu said was true. In this life, she had never doubted anyone—especially the Xiao Chu before her.

Coral had no time to ponder further; a beautiful figure stormed over in anger—it was fragrant Wan’er, as she recognized upon closer look.

Shi Tian took her hand, kissed her cheeks, stroked her hair, and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist.

Consort Shu’s cheeks were flushed; since her arrival, more than an hour had passed, and the room was lively with discussion. Only Consort Shu had sat quietly, saying not a word.

Even when the dragon forged by the Dragon God's Sword’s power was distracted, the dragon formed from the Dragon God's awareness was still outmatched—its body torn by ever more wounds, a dozen places bitten until flesh and blood were mangled. With its long tail severed, it was now utterly on the defensive.

Though many could freely unleash sword energy and easily condense their entire bodies into a forceful physique, Raymond had long since mastered and surpassed these feats.