Chapter 173: The Fallen Empress! My Lady, Your Highness, I Want Them All!

Inside the great hall, the scent of quiet incense permeated the air.

A flush bloomed across the Empress’s delicate, oval face, and her eyes rippled with a hazy, shimmering light. Her slender hands pressed weakly against Chen Mo’s chest, allowing him to act as he pleased, for she could not muster a single ounce of strength to resist.

Or rather,

she had no desire to resist at all.

Under the influence of the wine, her mind went blank, and her thoughts became blurred.

In this moment, she forgot the vast disparity in their status, forgot the majesty of the imperial house, and...

Yang Guang finally understood why An Ruoxi had ignored him earlier when he suggested she come into the shack to drill wood for fire; she was worried that the fire produced by the drilling would set the shack ablaze.

To tell the truth, this sword strike was one Li Huaien had spent nearly a month creating, solely for Tang Liu; it already encompassed every possible way to counter Tang Liu’s variations.

Sivir was stunned by her current situation; she had never imagined that the opponent would be this powerful, actually capable of instantly restraining her.

Someone in the pugilistic world had even issued a Shennong Order: whoever obtains the Heart of Fluorescent shall succeed as the Heroic Leader of the Nong Family. Now, all the fuses Li Xuan needed were in place.

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

Island Bagu Junhui looked at her own legs in shock—no, it should be a tail now.

After directly suppressing Hong Dingtian’s resistance, Mo Wang proceeded to instruct Yang Jian to take his place in watching over Hong Dingtian to ensure he finished his homework and went to sleep that night, and then he asked her to help sell a few more defective Nine-Turn Golden Pills.

It was estimated that given the bureaucratic nature of the Sacred Alliance, even if he left the Sacred Tree Kingdom, they might not necessarily be able to issue a wanted poster for him.

Xu You saw that Yuan Shao approved of his strategy and could not help but lift his arrogant head high, like a victorious rooster.

Song Jiaren and Zhang Zhen both sank their expressions; they wanted to stop it, but how could they do so under the gaze of everyone present?

However, although dozens were shot dead, hundreds had already reached a distance of 80 meters from the city wall. At this position, the Oda family’s archers were also capable of inflicting damage on the city battlements. The two siege towers pushed to the front and the archers on the watchtowers began to fire at the Saito family’s archers on the wall.

Qin Zheng was not old, but his military service was not short; he joined the army at 13, which was something only someone from a military family like Qin Zheng could do. He had just left his house—wasn't he supposed to be going to see his younger brother? Why was he here?

In such an open and vast environment, with an audience of ten thousand people, it was a nightmare for an ordinary speaker in an era without loudspeakers. Fortunately, Guo Bin had a foundation in internal martial arts and possessed ample breath. He immediately exerted force from his chest and abdomen, and his breath surged out through his mouth and nose.

Zhang Sheng now accepted the reality that the dream he had last night was real; after all, this world had even seen the apocalypse, so the idea of the Victorious Fighting Buddha appearing in a dream was not impossible.

Therefore, Yun Yao began to worry that her child would be harmed silently and without anyone knowing; she even suspected that someone might have already guessed she was pregnant. It was just that Yun Yao had never discovered any abnormalities in the Yongshou Palace, so she could only let the matter drop.

It was true; ever since Hu Zongyu arrived at Xiangyang Village, he had not been ostracized nor subjected to re-education. On the contrary, he had created great value for the commune and was a very capable talent who was highly respected by others.

He could not quite understand things like hot pot, because as long as one entered a hot pot restaurant once, one’s body would be covered in all sorts of pungent odors.

Bai Zhi was drawing a renovation design plan when she suddenly received a text message. Thinking it was spam, she did not look at it and continued to busy herself with her work.

"Suixin, how did you know about my situation?" Qiu Qingqing truly did not understand how Suixin knew about her pregnancy and looked at her with some nervousness.

The flat tone had no fluctuations, but one could hear that Wang Yizhen really did not have a good impression of this Young Master Gu.