Chapter 182: 181 The Bitch

Fang Qingye checked into the hotel, and at nearly seven that evening, he received a call from Xia He.

“Qingye, I’m driving over now—what hotel are you staying at?”

“Dongfang Zhenzhu Voco Hotel, Room 1106—it’s close to the Jiangnan Grand Theater.”

“Then I’ll drive over; it’ll take over forty minutes. I’ll park at your hotel, and we’ll walk together from there.”

“Alright, I’ll wait for you.”

Over forty minutes, Fang

“I know—I’ll discuss this with Wu Lang when I get back.” Li Danruo nodded, but as soon as the words left her mouth, she wanted to sigh; they sounded like nothing more than empty reassurance.

With their underwater thrusters, they moved like three black fish, freely darting and swimming through the dense underwater forest.

“So what do you plan to do?” Mo Xianan looked up at her, unwilling to let her go so easily.

Nothing matters more to me right now than this, yet when I saw Qingyu again, I didn’t know what to say—Blue Lin’s body, Qingyu’s consciousness? Or Hou Tu’s consciousness? I don’t know, and I have no idea what expression to wear when facing her.

After seeing the Emperor settle back into his carriage, Di Long returned to his own vehicle. No sooner had he sat down than Tan Chun wrapped her arms tightly around him. Di Long, overwhelmed by Tan Chun’s boundless tenderness, could only remain silent and let her have her way.

“You’re just lucky.” I stared at her, sensing something was off, yet unable to pinpoint what.

In the afternoon, Leng Mochen returned early—I checked my watch; it was barely three. Wasn’t this blatant early departure?

“Trouble?” Baby fixed her gaze on him. Murong Jin turned his face toward her; his dark eyes, tinged with deep blue, held a trace of gravity—clearly not joking. “What kind of trouble?” she pressed. Had she guessed right? Had that tomcat really caused trouble?

Di Long had once dined with the Emperor in the palace and knew some court customs. He sat quietly, slowly eating with Ci’an and the Emperor, head bowed, saying nothing.

Suddenly, Su Yuyang cried out. Tang Xuan turned back, curious. Their eyes met for less than a second before Su Yuyang turned away in disgust.

With the expansion of his territory, Wu Xinghe’s former subordinates each received a mid-grade Spirit Stone Core.

But the furious lightning gave them no time to think—it instantly engulfed all three.

Sima Wan’er had originally planned to use scarcity marketing, waiting seven days before selling these products, but now it seemed unnecessary.

His words drew curious glances from those around him. Nobles from other empires arriving was already unusual; in the Hongwu Empire, a city lord’s status was roughly equivalent to a count. The empire’s concept of nobility differed from other nations, but overall, it was similar.

At that moment, Mu Jiande, seated in the main seat, couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at his brother’s words.

“This girl must be exhausted—she came back, told us to prepare everything, then collapsed into bed. Even thunder wouldn’t wake her,” Cai Yue laughed.

After a period of buildup, the second heavenly lightning strike finally descended. The cave treasure immediately opened a gap the instant the lightning struck, allowing the bolt to surge inside.

As she spoke, she suddenly noticed her grandmother’s face was unnaturally pale—could the doctor have misdiagnosed her? Was her grandmother not suffering from melancholy, but some far deadlier illness?

Yet the danger was not over. With a wolf’s howl, everyone’s hearts jolted—they looked up and saw a snow wolf perched on a nearby ridge, howling fiercely under the moonlight.