Chapter 198: You Are the Son of Heaven

Luoyang Imperial Palace.

Er Zhu Rong received no imperial edict from the court, yet led several thousand cavalry as the vanguard southward, with the main army following in succession.

Seeing this situation, the dukes and ministers in Luoyang grew anxious, knocking on the palace gates overnight to seek Hu Hou.

But Hu Hou did not wish to see them; ultimately, after a standoff, she allowed only Chancellor Yuan Yong and a few other ministers into the palace.

Yuan Yong did not wish to come.

Yet he was the Chancellor.

He slowly extended a hand to cover his withered mouth, coughed twice, and spoke gently and slowly.

So all this was still a dream; so all this was just as Min Rou said, like Inception; I am repeating, repeating psychological suggestion, repeating dreams within dreams.

In Li Fushen's view, Qihuang Charity was merely a joke; Tan Meimei attempting to oppose him with a foundation was clearly overreaching. The result was obvious: by deploying schemes, he forced Tan Meimei to raise the white flag and surrender.

Ji Lingfeng's face turned cold, his chest heaving rapidly; clearly, Jin Rui's words had truly enraged him.

"Why? What did the sage say? I don't care; no matter what happens, our entire family must bear it together!" the old woman declared firmly.

Watching them get out of the car one after another, even if they were not in the same vehicle, I felt as though they had made an appointment.

Uncle Fu remained silent; inwardly, like others, he admired Gu Tianhe's style of conduct more. Gu Tianyang, by comparison, had a character too lenient, and often was pedantic and inflexible.

Both men's faces suddenly changed color; they felt they faced not a sheep at their mercy, but a ferocious beast.

Su's mother, choked by Su Hong's words, turned red and white on her face, yet could utter no rebuttal, for Su Hong spoke the truth.

In Dongling City, all of the Tang family's enterprises had just begun, with no solid connections, so they prepared this free clinic to build some contacts.

Ten minutes later, a message arrived: Where is Hearing Yu Jin?! My Hearing Yu Jin was used by a dog; what am I, the Young Master, supposed to use?

And the predators possessed only sharp teeth and claws, savage biting force, and unimaginable instantaneous explosive power… all serving one purpose: to catch their lively dinner, swiftly subdue it, and devour it alive.

Huo Qifeng took 2,000 yuan from the ATM and handed it to Shi Lei; Shi Lei counted it, beamed with delight, pocketed the money, put his arm around Huo Qifeng's shoulder, and pushed the door open to walk out.

Lei Lei's words of gratitude turned into a single Bai Yan. Reluctantly, she saw Yang Linglan and Lei Chengtian off to the boundary between the Upper and Lower Immortal Realms; only when she saw them enveloped by a pale green light and vanish from sight did she believe the two had truly left the Upper Immortal Realm.

How could a person move on a wall? Su Jinman suddenly felt a chill down her spine; if not a person, then what could it be?

Suixing, equally pale, went over and pulled Panpan back to the bedside; both stared in wonder at the princess on the bed, who had not been affected in the slightest.

Of course, there were not no voices of opposition; it's just… those who opposed had already been thoroughly eliminated by Liu Tian.

It was clearly the second time he had seen it, yet in certain aspects, it felt strangely familiar.

This time, Su Jinman likewise had no intention of raising her head; she knelt obediently on the Du Qingshi ground in Shoukang Palace, her head bowed extremely low, her snow-white neck exposed to the sunlight by this motion.

"How did you get in?" Her voice and expression became utterly murderous in an instant.

Suddenly, a sharp voice cried out: "Ling Chong! You, born of a noble and orthodox sect, commit such filthy and despicable acts; thus, your withholding Elder He's flying sword from selling to me was also motivated by greed, was it not!" It was Lu Bo, suddenly agitated, even stamping his feet and cursing.