Chapter 212: The Empress

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The Empress felt this remark sounded odd, but she couldn't immediately pinpoint why.

"What time is it now?" the Empress asked.

Chen Mo glanced at the sky and guessed, "It should be around Chen Shi. Are you ready to rise, Your Highness?"

"No rush, it's still early. I've finished all the memorials these past few days—let me sleep a bit longer." The Empress's voice was soft and sweet as she leaned against Chen Mo, her eyelids already fluttering shut again.

I was startled by my own reasoning; Zhu Ling hadn't confirmed it, but she clearly steered me toward this line of thought.

After all, he was at least a renowned Artificer Master—most of the Immortal Weapons in the crowd's hands had come from his Immortal Artificer Workshop.

Su Qinghan's lips slowly curved as he met Xu Xiao's gaze: "True feelings are unaffected by outsiders—unless you're incapable." After speaking, Su Qinghan rose; he still needed to check the tent, since Xu Xiao had set it up, and he was uneasy about it.

It must be something toxic—capable of clouding the mind and shattering willpower.

Wang Ningmei, He Houyi, the Vietnamese man, Tie Tou—someone among them must know the true cause of this accident.

On the sixth day, the King of Men drew a single drop of blood from Mu Liuqing's body, suspended it in midair, stared at it for a long while, and even used it to perform the Zhou Tian Evolution—the blood was real blood, yet held not a trace of life.

Look at Ye Fan—how tragic he was, no longer human in form, gripping the Emperor's Sword, dragging his shattered body, slaughtering so many Heavenly Demons and Evil Demons that their bones piled into mountains.

I never intended to make Jiang Qingtian humiliate herself in public; I merely wanted to slip away from her and keep her from appearing.

Those who study martial arts memorize the body's acupoints by heart and often possess rudimentary medical skills. Though Qi Yao was no physician, Master Liu Guoshou had taught him golden needles—he may not have eaten pork, but he'd seen pigs run. Though this was his first time treating someone, Qi Yao was not nervous.

His aura surged instantly to its peak, with Emperor Dao laws swirling around him, fused with the ultimate Emperor might, faint yet ever-present.

In fact, not only Princess Mingzhu and the ministers below held this belief—even the Emperor and Empress Dowager believed it too.

Gu Xingyue sat inside the carriage, opening a narrow crack in the window to peer outside—still nothing but endless barren sands.

Qian Xun paused slightly, lowering her gaze to her palm, now re-bandaged, and her heart gradually grew clear.

My tone was flat, revealing no particular emotion. Yet Wang Ling, seated beside me, quietly gripped my hand and gave me an encouraging look; I squeezed her hand tighter, signaling that I was fine.

Zhi Shan's dark, deep eyes flicked casually toward Zhi Zhen—a sharp glint in his gaze made Zhi Zhen instantly lower his head, pretending he had said nothing.

Yin Zhen didn't notice Hong Zhou because he wasn't paying attention, but Hong Li stood right beside Hong Zhou and sensed his unease; taking advantage of Father's distraction, he reached out with his right hand and grasped Hong Zhou's left, whispering, "Don't be afraid," and Hong Zhou gradually calmed down.

I had previously known little about beauty products, always thinking their effects were exaggerated—now that I was truly involved in this field, I realized every industry is a discipline; diligent study expands one's knowledge.

It slowly rose to its feet, walked to Hua Weiluo's side, and gently nudged her back with its head, urging her to stand.

But… if she married into the Bei Mu Kingdom, it would benefit our Da Xian Dynasty.

"Uh…" Hua Weiluo nodded, suddenly unsure what future awaited her.

Lu Jue turned around, placed the teacup on the table, and with a light flick of the lid, signaled Ye Feng to withdraw.

When speaking of deities, Lan Kaijie's eyes brimmed with boundless reverence and admiration.