Chapter 155: Imperial Consort Yu's Remote Switch! Chen Mo

"But..."

"Since it is beneficial to cultivation, why would Master issue an order forbidding romantic relations between men and women?"

Ye Henshui blinked her pink eyes, looking at Gu Manzhi with half-belief and half-doubt.

"I told you, because Chen Mo is different from other men..."

Seemingly to substantiate her words, Gu Manzhi circulated her cultivation technique; the acupoints all over her body hummed like chimes, and a phantom of an ancient bronze book appeared at her spiritual platform between her brows. Cyan light surged and flowed along her meridians, illuminating her icy skin and jade-like bones until they were translucent.

"No! Father Emperor, this son does not resent you. This son understands your intentions and is grateful for your protection." Xuan Yuanwei reached out to wipe the tears from his father's cheeks, as gentle and affectionate as when he used to wipe the tears from his mother's cheeks in his childhood.

The sudden silence made both people present very uncomfortable, but they could not find any other topics to probe each other, so they sat there, each harboring their own ulterior motives.

The incense placed in the gold burner was burning out bit by bit; the fire had already turned most of the incense stick into ash, and it looked as if it were about to extinguish.

Because they had come by taxi and there were no taxis available at this time, Ye Ying pulled out the motorcycle that Ci Dao used specifically for picking up girls.

I picked up that chain and compared it with the one Ye Yao brought back; they were exactly the same. I finally understood the true purpose of the contract Zhao Ke had wanted me to sign back then.

Mao San's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this. Isn't this too sudden? I've only been in this place for a few days, and I've only just started enjoying a good life for a few days, and now they're telling me this? Are they trying to send me to my death?

"I am deeply grateful to be able to survive under the protection of the First Imperial Prince. I offer this cup to the First Imperial Prince first, as a token of appreciation for the First Imperial Prince's willingness to show me some respect." Seeing Jin Se act this way, Zhongli Shuo laughed heartily, reached out to take the cup, and drank it in one gulp.

Moreover, the Yellow Dao True Person of the Yellow Dao Gate was not at the Nascent Soul realm, and he had not died either; all of that was a facade.

Duan Jinyong was confident that this bedchamber was under his control, and even the secret escape passage was in the palm of his hand. Duan Muheng could not pull any tricks, though he was genuinely worried that the other party might bring up the "dignity of the Emperor cannot be offended" and refuse to yield even unto death at this moment.

The situation in the imperial court shifted once again. In the bedchamber, one knew not how many handkerchiefs had been shredded, nearly injuring one's own fingernails in vain.

That Old Madam Liu's face was flushed red; she knew Old Madam Mo was slapping her in the face. If the old man found out, he would complain about her again when they returned. He had followed the Mo family for a lifetime and would never disobey Mo Zhenting, and he was even more respectful toward this sister-in-law.

Her mother-in-law had a good background and good upbringing, so her temper had always been very good. Now that she was calling her by her full name, she must be truly furious. The better-natured a person usually was, the more terrifying they were when they lost their temper; she was still a little afraid in her heart.

Luo Canyang intended to use the sheer thickness of his eighth-grade Thunder Realm spiritual power to crush Chu Yun's Wind Realm cultivation base.

Luo Yihuan looked toward the long-vacant Guanju Palace and suddenly remembered that day when Zhongsun Yanhe was supposed to meet Gongyu Langhuan, and she had snuck out and met Nan Jue.

She walked over without a word and grabbed his right hand, looking forceful as she prepared to walk toward the door. Shen Liangzhou, being pulled along, furrowed his two sword-like brows, his other hand gripping his red-tasseled spear tightly, as if he did not intend to leave this place.

Otherwise, with a high-quality "big wolf dog" like himself—handsome, wealthy, and full of vigor—dangling in front of her every day, if she didn't even crave his body, how could she possibly take a fancy to some inferior "mongrel" outside?

"Eh? Yunxuan, Yicheng, didn't you say you were going to play games tonight? Why have you come to school?" Nangong Zijian acted as if he knew nothing at all.

Zhongsun Yanhe nodded as if he understood, though he didn't quite. He looked at Luo Yihuan beside him from time to time, only feeling that the depth in her eyes and words at this moment was something he could not fathom.

Shao Yang sat at the table and ate a spoonful of lean meat porridge. What he wanted to eat more was the porridge made by Lin Luo's own hands.