Chapter 798

One Hundred and Forty-Three: Liu A Liang, are you jealous?

Inside the pavilion, Chen Jiaxin paused in the act of sitting down and turned her head to look at Ouyang Rong.

She said coldly:

“You can say it again—see if I’ll beat you or not.”

Ouyang Rong: ...

He suddenly realized they had grown close enough for such words to come from Chen Jiaxin’s mouth.

It sounded like a threat, but unless she subconsciously regarded him as one of her own, Lady Chen would never say something like this.

With

As evening approached, officials who had worked all day in the imperial city were gradually finishing their duties and leaving in small groups through Yingtian Gate.

The Three Provinces and Six Ministries were all located within Ziwei City, but not inside the palace proper, since several layers of city walls separated them from the inner imperial palace—the entire imperial city was divided into inner and outer sections.

Vermilion-red walls and golden glazed tiles reflected each other, together forming the magnificent, solemn, and thriving imperial atmosphere of Ziwei City.

Rong Zhenlong stood atop the towering city wall,

Dusk hung heavy, yet the massive Wei Mansion was brightly lit, its servants moving in silence, as if it were a dead house, devoid of life.

Had anyone not known, they would never have guessed that just days ago he had been threatening to kill Chen Ze; one must admit, Chen Ze’s biological control ability, inherited from his mother the Empress, was truly unreasonable.

Killing a strong cultivator yields more exchange points, but killing or subduing a Xiantian cultivator grants no more than 100,000 exchange points; according to Chen Ze’s knowledge, there are fewer than ten Xiantian cultivators on the entire Earth—even if he killed them all, he’d gain no more than a million exchange points, a drop in the bucket compared to hundreds of millions.

The bedroom door of the Princess’s mansion stood wide open; the cold wind blew in, the air biting with frost, the tea on the table frozen solid—clearly no one had entered this room for a long time.

The Son of Heaven is like the main beam of a palace, while the officials are like its supporting pillars—they rely on each other and cannot be separated.

On the fifth floor of Line B, when Li Yaotian and Su Mo arrived, the place was in chaos, clearly having seen a recent battle. Li Yaotian examined the scene’s traces—there were no bullet marks, no bloodstains, nothing else.

“Why are you running? You’re the bridesmaid—what if the bride gets left behind? I’ll go!” Can Can finished speaking, struggled to rise with her large belly—having two babies versus one was clearly different, for as soon as Can Can stood up, Mo Xi was already gone.

“Do you want me to go rescue Boss Wu?” Wei Qilang looked at her, asking calmly.

Sun Lanqi had already dressed with help from Li’s mother, but according to her, she simply could not face her grandfather right now, so she would not go downstairs. Li’s mother agreed—it was reasonable—so she told Sun Lanqi to wait upstairs.

Sun Mengxian stood aside, hand over her mouth, watching her son atop a stool, tidying up his drawing tools on the counter; her eyes held unmistakable delight, along with tears she couldn’t explain why had suddenly appeared.

Are you insane??? Can’t you let these patients rest in peace??? Do you have to shout until they get hypertension???

At this moment, Sun Yan gazed at Wang Chuan, who was about to leave; his expression was calm, not uttering a single word—perhaps for him, everything that needed saying had already been said; silence was enough.

She had refused at the time, and still felt guilty. After all, the child had this rare talent—being noticed by an architectural master like him was an extraordinary opportunity, yet she had turned it down flat.

Zhuang Zhuang spoke volubly, embellishing wildly, mixing truth with falsehood, yet Jiang Yuan still grasped the general idea.

Mu Zicheng glanced over and cast a spell, instantly freezing the Earth Demon’s hand; Si Chen fired a shot, and the demon’s hand shattered.

In short, the amount of spiritual energy a Great Talisman Master can summon with a single Spirit-Attracting Talisman may be several times—or even dozens of times—greater than what a regular Talisman Master can draw.

Wen Siyu was blunt enough to send over such a delicate beauty and shove her into Jiang Yuan’s arms; worse still, Jiang Yuan accepted her with a grin.

Grudges and favors are always tangled, impossible to untangle or explain clearly, yet people gradually lose themselves within these grudges and favors.

But his desperate struggle did have some effect—Zhang Qingyuan’s Hawk Hand strike was fully blocked, its force entirely spent.