Chapter 174: The Empress's Baby Is Panicking! My Lady: You Want to Steal My Man?

Staring at the black round stone before her, the Empress asked in confusion, "Why did you take out a Shadow-Retaining Stone?"

Chen Mo said, "Your Highness will know in a moment."

He channeled his true essence into the round stone; the inscribed runes on its surface lit up, and beams of radiant light projected outward, casting an extremely clear image onto the ceiling:

Candlelight flickered, the glow a dim yellow.

On the bed, two figures were tangled together, the air thick with an ambiguous atmosphere.

"Your Highness—

Of course, the distance between the Zhou Wang Fu's screen wall and the inner city of Zhou Wang Fu still requires further archaeological confirmation.

After Leng Yu came in, she tossed Zhang Tianyi aside, ostensibly to give Zhang Tianyi—who had been under tremendous mental pressure for months—a chance to relax, but she didn't say how he was supposed to relax.

"Now tell me everything about your past, every single thing, don't leave anything out," Song Yunxiu instructed him with a solemn expression.

His face wore an anxious look; he was knocking on the transparent car door while turning his head to glance around, as if on guard against something, evading something.

The park wasn't very large, and it was quiet at night; Nie Fengyuan figured that no matter where he shouted in the park, he would be able to hear it himself.

Lin Yu Ming solemnly extended his hand and clasped it with Li Bingcheng; their eyes were filled with determination, confidence, and an unwillingness to flinch from hardship.

Outside, the setting sun beyond the distant mountain had already been blocked by the peak; only the evening glow still shimmered across the western sky.

"Mr. Cheng must not commit a taboo!" Zhu Pingjin reminded him softly. To openly write "three visits to the thatched cottage"—wouldn't that be plainly telling the whole world that he, Zhu Pingjin, intended to carve out Shu-Han and divide the realm in three?

Of the three Wuchang brothers, the eldest was heavily wounded; only the second and third still had fighting strength left. Hearing Pei Donglai's words, the two exchanged a glance, then gave a heavy nod, and following the three of them, also charged at Xu Bai.

Let alone the heir of the Jade Sun King—even the sons of other official and noble families had rarely seen him.

Xia Wan stood in a daze for a long while, then her face suddenly flushed deep red, as if all the blood in her body had rushed to her head in an instant.

"The mass has increased quite a bit—it's just right for me to carry out one more clash." Zhang Le hadn't expected that merely fusing with a half-grown derivative body would increase the mass by so much.

Ye Xingchen considered for a moment, then said, "It really is a good idea." She extended her right hand; from within the rocks at the summit of Shaded Yin Mountain, black-red foul blood began to seep out, eventually coalescing into ten drops. Five of them reattached themselves to the fingernails of Ye Xingchen's right hand, while the other five swirled around Xie Cheng.

Moreover, she had already spoken with Chu Ye, so Ye Xingchen's side should have already made the arrangements.

Meng Qingyun, however, didn't feel anything was off; instead, she looked toward Liang Yifan and Ji Weiwei beside her.

"Not only that, that Chen Che channeled force through his body and sent the two Spirit Venerable-level generals Ma Chao and Ban Chao flying with a single palm strike—he must be…" Before Ying Zheng could finish, an urgent report from an Imperial Guard came from outside the tent.

Mo Linsen led Xia Wan by the hand into the hotel; guided by a server, they sat down at a quiet spot by a floor-to-ceiling window.

"Border alert! Border alert! Emergency report from two hundred li—Zhong Zun is in trouble!" Four bay-red horses charged through the south gate of Zhefang; two dust-covered relay guards headed straight for Cixian Hall.

But one thing she could be certain of: over the next five years, the name Xie Lin Chen would not change.

Too much had happened today; Song Qingge was exhausted, and soon fell asleep—but she kept having nightmares, her sleep far from restful.

"Isn't that so? My old wife has been gone for ten years now." Old Man Sun leaned his walking stick against the doorframe, steadied himself along the wall to the candlestand, struck a flint, and lit the candles one by one.

The Evil Wolf seemed to have anticipated it long ago; a hair-raising hiss burst from its throat, it let out a great laugh, and vanished into the graveyard in an instant.

"But the Desolate Underworld is so vast—who knows where he's gone?" Qiuer and Si Mengmeng gazed at the gruesome ruins and said.