Chapter 93: The Road of No Return

In the city of Rome, the air grew restless once more.

Alexander, dressed in a white robe, appeared at the window of the Lateran Palace.

All the citizens looked up at him, at this man acclaimed as the leader of the Christian world, waiting for him to speak.

Alexander stood at the window, solemn and grave. He swept his gaze over the crowd gathered in the square and lifted a hand lightly, as though to still the uproar of the whole city.

“Citizens of Rome!”

Yun Yiyi could see that Fei Mo very much enjoyed the food she made, and so she pouted at him with an aggrieved expression.

After all, even a child could tell that at such a grand wedding, that girl would certainly be wary of them.

The long-unseen Zhen Fu, who had also been my classmate for four years and, in everyone’s eyes, my romantic rival, was sitting demurely on a round couch to the side, listening with great respect to the teachings of the Lotus Fairy. Now and then, she would nod softly.

Fortunately, she had stopped looking at him. Otherwise, he really could not be certain he would not give himself away.

She wanted to know exactly where they were right now. Since she had been dragged into this by that impostor, Jiu Yin must surely be searching for her outside.

“Susu, how is that too much? Hahaha, it’s not too much at all, okay?” Mu smiled and scratched her head, not thinking she had ordered too much at all.

The child was chattering on here like a mad thing, paying no mind to the looks being cast her way by the others.

“If I don’t bathe, my body feels awful. It’s itchy all over, and I can’t sleep.” Su Mianmian was extremely particular about cleanliness; if she did not bathe at night, she simply could not sleep.

Beside her ear, Di Moxuan’s deliberately lowered voice was like a feather, endlessly teasing Ye Qingluo’s heart.

One could imagine that for this battle in the Eastern Victory Divine Continent, the old sect master, the five venerables, and the senior brothers and sisters of the Void Spirit Sect must have also been busy for a long time, making the long journey to Eastern Victory.

Han Yingxue also packed up some things. On the way back to Jade City, she would still need to bring some luggage.

After eating one piece, Old Madam Han felt that the taste was truly wonderful. Added to that, she had not had much meat these days, so after finishing one piece, she swallowed and wanted another.

Although the Cao family had not been granted a royal title, this marquis’s residence was clearly somewhat larger than the Chu royal palace of the Xue family.

The Grand Empress Dowager shook her head. “Everything Yi’er has done for Sacred Cloud over these past three years, I have seen with my own eyes. You have always done very well. You are a good emperor, and you have certainly not shamed our ancestors.”

“If you do not wish to marry, I will take you away at once.” When she returned to the room, Hua Banli was already there before her. He sat in the chair by the window, his cool, brooding tone betraying the dissatisfaction in his heart.

In truth, that was not so; it was only that no one had yet pierced that thin layer of paper. Perhaps they feared that once it was torn open, it would only bring trouble upon themselves.

Even on New Year’s Eve, Hao Ning took advantage of the festive mood and directly issued a decree rescinding the order to keep Qing Mei under house arrest.

Hei Siyu sighed, longing more than anything to gather her into his arms, kiss her, comfort her, and let her fall asleep properly.

“Do not forget what you promised me. You absolutely must not harm Qingqing’s child,” Zhuge Yu said anxiously.

As he spoke, he grabbed Su Yile’s arm. “Enough! Yile, this cannot go on. Let us go back first!” He pulled hard.

“Twenty thousand taels? What arrogance. The money I have saved all my life does not even add up to one percent of what that eunuch Wei claims. I would like to see whether some treasure from a former dynasty is buried beneath my family’s homestead, enough for him to extort twenty thousand taels from me.” Yang Lian sneered, speaking without the slightest concern.

“Fortunately, I arrived in time. Xin Yan was nearly ruined by Ouyang Zhenghong,” Shen Tao replied.

Xiaoxiao ate every last bit of the meal, and afterward rinsed her mouth with tea. Just then, the bleak tolling of the bells sounded again: it was the bell for the hour of Xu, and it was already seven o’clock in the evening.