Chapter 173: The Fallen Empress! Your Majesty, Your Highness—I Want Them All!

Inside the great hall, a faint fragrance of incense drifted through the air.

The Empress's lovely oval face flushed a rosy red, her eyes shimmering with a dazed, rippling light. Her slender hand pressed weakly against Chen Mo's chest, letting him do as he pleased, unable to summon even the slightest strength to resist.

Or rather,

She simply didn't want to resist at all.

Under the influence of the alcohol, her mind went completely blank, her thoughts turning fuzzy.

At this moment, she forgot the vast difference in their status, forgot the dignity of the imperial household, and—

Only now did Yang Guang understand why An Ruoxi had ignored him earlier when he suggested she come into the shack to make fire by friction—she had been worried that the fire from friction would set the shack ablaze.

To tell the truth, this sword strike was one Li Huai'en had spent nearly a month creating, all for Tang Liu's sake; it already encompassed every possible response to all of Tang Liu's variations.

Xi Wei'er was stunned by her current situation; she had never imagined the opponent would be this powerful, capable of binding her in an instant.

In the jianghu, someone had even issued the Shennong Token: whoever obtains the Heart of Yinghuo shall succeed as the Leader of the Farmer Sect. Now all the fuses Li Xuan needed were in place.

Unfortunately, the current Bai Yuechu had no human consciousness whatsoever, and still charged headlong at Yaya without a second thought.

Shimabukuro Kimie stared at her own legs in shock—no, wait, they should be called a tail now.

After directly suppressing Hong Dingtian's resistance, Mo Wang then ordered Yang Jian to take his place in watching over Hong Dingtian at night while he did his homework and slept, and then entrusted her with helping to sell a few more defective Nine-Turn Jin Dan pills.

Judging by the Holy Alliance's typical bureaucratic habits, even if he left the Holy Tree Kingdom, they might not necessarily issue a warrant for him.

Seeing that Yuan Shao had acknowledged his stratagem, Xu You couldn't help but puff up like a victorious rooster, raising his proud head high.

Song Jiaren and Zhang Zhen both darkened in expression; they wanted to stop it, but under the gaze of so many onlookers, how could they possibly intervene?

However, after shooting down several dozen men, several hundred had already advanced within eighty meters of the city wall. At that range, Oda's archers were also able to inflict casualties on the defenders atop the wall. The two bowmen pushed forward onto the siege towers and observation platforms began shooting at the Saito clan archers on the wall.

Qin Zheng was not old, but his military service was hardly short—he had joined the army at thirteen, something only possible for someone like Qin Zheng, who came from a military family. He had just stepped out of his family's gate—wasn't he supposed to be going to see his younger brother? Why was he here instead?

In such a vast, open environment, with an audience of over ten thousand listeners, in an era without loudspeakers, it would have been a nightmare for any ordinary speaker. Fortunately, Guo Bin had already laid solid foundations in his internal martial arts training, his core energy abundant. He now drew power from his chest and abdomen, his breath bursting forth through his mouth and nose.

Zhang Sheng had now accepted the reality that the dream he had last night was real; after all, since even the apocalypse had come to this world, something like the Victorious Fighting Buddha appearing in a dream wasn't entirely impossible.

So Yun Yao began to worry that her child might be harmed without a sound, and even suspected that someone might have already guessed she was pregnant. Yet since Yun Yao had never detected any abnormality in Yongshou Palace, she could only drop the matter.

It made sense—since Hu Zongyu had arrived at Xiangyang Village, he had neither been ostracized nor sent to be reformed; on the contrary, he had created great value for the commune, a man of remarkable ability who was deeply respected.

He couldn't quite wrap his head around this thing called hot pot, because every time he set foot in a hot pot restaurant, his body would end up covered in all sorts of that pungent smell.

Bai Zhi was in the middle of drawing up renovation design plans when she suddenly received a text message; assuming it was spam, she didn't look at it and went on with her work.

"Suixin, how could you possibly know about my affairs?" Qiu Qingqing truly didn't understand how Suixin knew about her pregnancy, and she looked at her with some nervousness.

The flat tone carried no fluctuation whatsoever, but from it one could tell that Wang Yizhen truly had no favorable impression of Gu Young Master.