Chapter 198: Like a Fan Meeting

Cao Sheng chatted with Huang Qingya for a while, and eventually asked how her new book was coming along.

Huang Qingya replied: "The outline is ready; I've started writing the main text these past few days. By the way, is it too exaggerated to make the male lead the most beautiful man in the Three Realms? I still think this setup is ridiculous."

This was something Cao Sheng had suggested to her earlier when they discussed ideas.

He remembered when "Three Lives, Three Worlds, Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms" was adapted into a TV series and film.

Before he could shout out a second time, a gleaming dagger exuding cold air pressed against his bare neck.

If she hadn't lured Bai Ling to the dock that day, Bai Ling would never have met with disaster, let alone died so horribly.

Surrounded by enraged Da Qi civilians blocking the entrance, Prince Qiying, no matter how angry he was, could only suppress his temper for now.

"Changhao, weren't you supposed to be accompanying me home to visit my parents today?" Guan Moxin couldn't help speaking up. She had thought he genuinely came with her, but it was all just an illusion.

Yan Yu withdrew her gaze, unable to hold back, cursing silently in her mind: Lu Yan was truly insane. After knowing him for so many years, he'd kissed her not long ago, yet now he pretended to be so fastidious?

Madame Fu nodded, settling into Fu Zheng's arms, her large, clear black-and-white eyes scanning around, radiating innocent purity and gentleness; she met Yan Yu's gaze.

Even Old Lady Huo, who had always disliked Murong Jin, had tears in her eyes, though she held them back.

The Yin-Yang Fa Wang had been expressionless; upon seeing the Nine Hell Demon Wolf charge, he merely let out a cold sneer.

Then she realized: the Fourth Young Miss said the Empress Dowager agreed to betroth her to the Qi family—but it likely wasn't the Empress Dowager's own idea, just someone mentioning it in passing, and the Empress Dowager merely went along with the flow.

"Are all the taverns in the city closed?" Murong Jin had already drunk his fill; his steps were slightly unsteady, and since he didn't know Jingcheng well, he wandered around in circles but found nowhere.

While Bai Muxue was daydreaming over her textbook, Su Man walked into the classroom, wearing a faint smile.

Though she said she wouldn't bring it up again, Bai Muxue still kept pondering the issue of condoms.

"Who knows if you bought it or stole it? I happen to have a comb exactly like yours—maybe you stole mine!" Fan Shi said coldly, slipping the comb into her chest pocket.

But Li Dalong was a disciple of a peak lord—that was different. He'd heard that a peak lord of the Yin-Yang Sect was at least a Ninth Transformation Great Sage, and due to the sect's lineage, their strength generally far surpassed ordinary Ninth Transformation Great Sages.

Yet now, the subterranean Xu Tian Wang Yue seemed slightly angered; countless white whiskers sprouted from the ground, writhing beneath Lin Xiao's feet, clearly as a warning.

If the Leopard Demon Army dared launch a full-scale advance, ignoring the three northern fortresses, then faced with such easy prey, even if the Second Division harbored other intentions, they could not possibly refrain from attacking.

"Return to the camp," Rong Tang now stood before Qin Han, glancing at him once, and the Crown Prince said: "Shao Yan, if you refuse to go to the Northern Plains, I'll speak to your father myself."

Wang Xudong said nothing; his mind went blank in an instant. His first reaction upon hearing the news was: This child is mine.

He looked toward the direction from which Princess Qiuyang had come, remembering that two guards had previously accompanied her—where were they now?

Old Wei's lip muscles twitched; he squinted at Er Yang, his eyes filled with fury.

With no other option, they shook their heads and sighed, bringing over a stone slab and a hammer from nearby—props left behind by the young street performer.

The man had contracted the same illness as his mother; upon learning his Deadline was near, to spare her pain and ensure she could faithfully protect the empire her mother had built for her, he chose deception—and succeeded as he wished.