Chapter 183

At dawn, sunlight streamed through the window onto the bed as Fang Qingye slowly opened his eyes. Xia He had already risen and sat on the sofa, holding her phone, chatting with someone unknown.

Without the drunken haze or seductive allure of last night, she looked radiant.

Seeing Fang Qingye awake, she smiled sweetly: “You must be exhausted from last night. Want to sleep a little longer?”

Fang Qingye shook his head: “Can’t sleep anymore.”

“Then lie down a bit longer. I’ll call the attendant to bring breakfast up.” Xia He again

Luo Rongxuan heard Gu Yan wanted to go out; without a word, he picked her up, gently set her on the ground, smoothed her skirt, draped a shawl over her shoulders, and held her close as they slowly walked toward the palace gates.

Gu Yan had become a major topic in Jingcheng the moment she married, and by association, Luo Rongxuan—long known for avoiding trouble—also gained sudden fame.

Just as he was about to suggest having breakfast together before watching a movie, Shao Ying’s smile froze abruptly.

Ye Nanshan’s return took the court officials by great surprise; the most astonished, of course, was the state ruler, who now felt deep regret.

The words she’d just spoken to Shuyun were meant for Long Tianxing—if he absorbed even a fraction of them, she would have a chance to live.

Then, when Leng Ge leapt into the air and slashed through two trees as thick as water barrels, the entire village dropped everything they held, fell to their knees, trembling and weeping, begging the great hero for mercy.

Yet, aside from the Su family, no one present thought Duanmu Hao had gone too far—it was Su Xinyi’s own doing, abusing her status as a Haomen daughter to act recklessly.

Ming Jinshu only saw the online news about her and Fu Yunzhong on the second day after arriving in Switzerland.

Even if not an actor, they must be crew members or investors come to scout the location.

After all that had happened, he now knew this yin spirit was no ordinary entity—it could even possess a martial cultivator’s body; if Wu Mian, a mere martial apprentice, approached, he’d easily suffer harm.

Hmph… too many sweet pastries make one nauseous, Shen Yuan thought. The tea tasted unpleasant, so the cold-scented courtesan simply tossed the entire cup aside, suppressing the smile tugging at her lips, leaning lazily on the table’s edge with her elbow, waiting to watch the spectacle.

Wu Xiao sheathed his halberd; the thunderwood beneath his feet released nine lightning arcs that coiled tightly around him, drawing forth its primordial energy, which he refined bit by bit into pure cultivation within his dantian.

She was sharp enough, but Nan Shu had never intended to fight in this first round—he’d only meant to clear his name and be done.

The heir of the Pei family, hardcore fanboy? That’s the kind of news that would trend for three straight days.

It wasn’t hard to guess this room was the hotel’s private suite prepared for the Zhang family—gold always symbolized legitimacy, reflecting the Zhang family’s standing in the outside world.

Chen Che lost himself in a daydream, his face burning with shame and embarrassment; he dared not look at Dai Liangyue again and quickly turned to flee.

The second scenario was the most terrifying, for it could plunge the entire entertainment industry into panic.

Who could have imagined Mo Long encountering this Tiger-Jiao? Normally, it wouldn’t matter—but this Tiger-Jiao specifically counteracts spirit forms, naturally capable of devouring divine souls. Mo Long’s body was now faint, barely holding together, as if a breeze could scatter him; no one knew how many souls he’d already been devoured by.

Seeing this, Lin Feng widened his eyes again—but his shock wasn’t over the hand that blocked Steve’s punch, though that alone was astonishing; even this was far from enough to cause such a reaction.

Under the state of unity with Heaven and Earth, Yang Wei decided to personally intercept the Golden Knife, maximizing the attack of the bitterwood vines.

The murmurs, once hushed whispers, swelled into a roaring clamor—almost everyone was denouncing the Nangong clan. So what? If everyone says it, can the Nangong clan possibly retaliate against each one?