Chapter 138: Murderous Intent Aflame

"I understand Her Majesty's temperament; she is not a bad person at heart. Why don't you try to persuade her? Perhaps it would lift her spirits," Shangguan Feiyan suggested.

Ye Cheng shook his head in direct refusal, then shifted the topic, asking, "Have Liu Quanhai's remnants been dealt with?"

"With the assistance of Imperial Guard Commander Liu Shanhe..."

The arrogant Empress Dowager of the East stormed into Qingquan Palace, committed murder, and left, yet the Empress was left so stunned she could not utter a single harsh word in response.

Jian Man could not clearly see the contents of the bowl, but based on the aroma, she could tell it was osmanthus lotus seed soup.

"You're a good person, too!" Mo Yu smiled, gave him a thumbs-up, and walked away holding Mo Fei's hand.

Milan was about to raise her hand to strike back, but she saw the man's hand freeze in mid-air before slowly lowering it.

Moreover, given his wife's beauty, the wealthy suitors who had pursued her in the past could have nearly worn down the threshold. If she had wanted to make a choice, why wait until now for someone who appeared to be nothing more than a slacker rich kid? It simply made no sense.

This remark was like a bucket of cold water poured over everyone's burning enthusiasm, and they all lowered their heads in succession.

"The wisest decision for IG right now is to retreat first, then re-engage once they've recovered their status," Guan Zeyuan remarked, clearly not optimistic about IG's chances of cleaning up the remnants, as their condition was far too dire.

Wasn't the implication of her words clearly that if there was any business, one could only discuss it with Consort Chun? While the crowd marveled at how arrogant Jian Man remained even when facing the end, they could not help but mock her foolishness.

Liu Ningshuang merely swept a cold glance over them before brushing past and stepping directly into a restricted zone.

In Huaxu Palace, when Heng Rong came to visit him, he found Li Yuan sitting there in silence, drinking wine.

A sudden sound appeared behind him like a ghost. Nine-Tails shuddered violently and leaped forward dozens of steps before turning back to look.

Some people exhaust their entire lives without being able to bridge this chasm. He was currently a Four-Star Origin Master, but he had no idea when he would reach Three-Star. If fate did not intervene, he might even be stuck at the peak of the Origin Master realm for the rest of his life.

Liu Xian'er whipped out the lash from her waist with her right hand, gripped one end of it tightly, and struck fiercely at the smoldering remains.

Prefect Fang stepped forward, intending to offer mediation, but was quietly tugged by his sleeve by Zhou Shiqing beside him. Following Zhou's gaze, Prefect Fang saw Yun Chi watching Rong Lan and Li Jingyi with great interest, so he wisely tucked his head and made himself invisible.

"Lan'er pays her respects to Uncle and Aunt," Rong Lan had been waiting at the second gate for quite some time. Seeing the couple, Hu Jianan and his wife, her eyes turned red as she curtsied.

As they spoke, Mo Jue suddenly reached out and stroked the top of her head. This intimate and doting gesture made Di Jiu's body stiffen.

"Dirty? This isn't dirty at all. In fact, I think the food dropped on the floor is cleaner than you," Sister Hu spat out venomously, drawing the attention of the onlookers.

Especially since Xu Xiao had already used this method to treat Tingting once not long ago.

Although the internet cafe manager was furious, he found it difficult to say much, so he could only duck under the computer desk to replace the keyboard.

She muttered to herself, thanking Mrs. Mu for taking this "great god" away; at last, she could finally rest for a few days without working overtime.

Yin Qingyu was never one to be passive; he preferred to take the initiative. So, after Xiao Yao returned late for the third time and left him hungry, he decided to investigate this so-called Senior Brother Xiang Feng himself.

The boy in front suddenly stopped, his face hazy under the sunlight. Only his slightly parted lips were visible, yet his voice sounded like a reverberation or an echo, indistinct amidst the scorching heat and the bustling traffic.