Chapter 67: The Thorough Beating

Ye Cheng found it amusing. The Princess Royal had called him over to relieve her boredom because she couldn’t sleep. It seemed that the Princess Royal had few friends or confidants in her daily life and must have felt quite lonely.

“Your Highness, do you enjoy listening to stories?” Ye Cheng asked with a smile.

“Stories? Oh, do you have any stories? Go on, let me hear them.”

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“Such things are beneath me.” Le Zheng Rongxiu withdrew her gaze, her voice still gentle and languid.

Dense divine patterns took shape in Zhang San’s hand, transforming into four talismanic energies that quietly surged to the sides of four Gemstone Lions, surrounding them in shimmering bubbles.

“If you call yourselves men, if you have any courage left, then wait here. I’ll make you understand exactly what you’ve done today, and you’ll pay the price for it.” Having said this, Hao Shuai pulled out his phone and made a call.

Zhang San had not been angry when the aquatic demons slaughtered the children, but now he was furious, pointing at the children below and cursing loudly.

“It’s all right, she’s just a child. If she wants to try, let her,” An Yutong replied gently.

Drinking tea had become Mrs. Feng’s latest pastime; every day she mingled in crowds, searching for a match for her eldest son.

Tang Yun immediately understood the girl’s predicament—she clearly needed the restroom, but was too embarrassed to admit it, her cheeks flushed crimson.

“What’s the use in asking all that? Don’t you realize you’re dead already?” Ye Feng sneered coldly.

“How much is the principal of your money exchange?” Nodding to Zhao Kai, Emperor Huizong Zhao Ji then turned to ask Le Tian.

As for the fourth line, it was the last verse of his own “Southern Ballad of Wandering Grass,” and the one most quoted by the people of Hangzhou in their indignation.

Bai Lin nodded, leading the team to follow closely behind Ning Fei. They all understood: if they wanted to survive, they had to stick with Ning Fei.

At this moment, Su Ke’s teammates continued to roam the map as usual, while she quietly made her way toward the elevated road to farm.

Sitting upright on the sofa, Yin Moran glanced at Ye An’an’s attire, then picked up the coat from the sofa and tossed it to her.

In the bedroom, Jiang Yicha looked around but found no sign of Xie Yaozhou. She lifted the quilt, checked under the bed, and rummaged through the wardrobe—there was no trace of him.

Confronted by Jiang Wan and Song Jiuyuan, he not only felt no guilt, but brazenly appraised them.

Feng Lingxue’s body, fresh and delicate after a bath in the petal hot spring, carried a subtle floral fragrance in her hair and skin, quietly drifting into Ye Jinglan’s senses.

Seeing this, Cang Lang’s heart pounded with unease; he couldn’t understand why Zhang Chen wore such an expression.

Jiang Lou’s gaze turned cold. As expected, the deadline set by the laws of White Sable City was too short—so many people remained arrogant and self-important.

A few trusted aides had fought alongside He Jia for over a decade and knew well the deep sibling bond between him and Princess Yongning.

The monkeys of Flower Fruit Mountain were always loud, and now their shouting nearly made the livestream viewers’ ears ring numb.

After all, Dong Lie had taken her in and cared for her for so long. She planned to treat him well these few days—with delicious meals and hospitality. She had studied many recipes and tried cooking some dishes; though not as refined as those from the Imperial Dining Hall, the results were decent.

But Zhu Sha’s reaction caught him off guard. Just as he steadied himself, Zhu Sha shoved him forcefully, pushing him away! Watching her hurriedly run off, Li Hai was left bewildered. What had gone wrong? Why was all her anger directed at him?

If Jiang Wen was what mattered most, what would Cheng Xinrou do if Jiang Wen died?

Rong Xin glanced at Duan Xiu, then, with a darkened face, closed the door, leaving only Luo Ran and Duan Xiu in the room.

Now that Noble Consort Jia had died suddenly, the emperor surely had more pressing matters to handle—the Fourth and Eighth Princes were both grown and would certainly demand explanations from their father. Since Hongyan was unharmed, she didn’t wish for the emperor to spend his energy on her, but seeing the emperor suddenly aged by years overnight, she couldn’t bear to speak harsh words.