Chapter 42: Luo Ningsang Feels Aggrieved

She used to believe that her older brother simply did not understand her feelings, but secretly still cared for her, which was why he deliberately kept his distance.

Yuan Tianyun moved his lips slightly, then said helplessly, "Boss, Master, I really am not making excuses for myself. Since you do not exist in the form of souls, naturally you cannot feel what I am feeling right now."

"Yet all these years, not only has the Prince failed to find a suitable marriage candidate, but he hasn't even kept a single bedmaid. This has led many people to whisper behind his back, wondering if the Prince suffers from some sort of physical dysfunction, or if his sexual orientation is abnormal."

"Prince Nangxiao, what, what do you mean by this? Hmph, if you cannot give me a proper explanation, this Marquess will not let the matter rest!" Although Lu Chao was filled with anger, he appeared somewhat guilty, lacking even the conviction in his voice.

Lei Dachui didn't even bother to look. With a single swing of his heavy hammer, he shattered both the door and the people behind it, blasting them away before they even had a chance to show their faces.

To be able to travel freely across the entire empire just by thinking about it sounded rather wonderful, and Lei Dachui suddenly found himself holding this Emperor in high regard.

Ye Dongsheng repeatedly promised Qiao Lin that he would completely cut ties with Yang Zhi, but he simply could not withstand Yang Zhi's persistent entreaties.

"Wow! That's amazing, Coral Sister, I want one too!" The crowd let out a chorus of admiration and eagerly formed a line, sitting politely in front of Coral.

This was also the first time she had made a friend she cared about so deeply. As a gesture of reciprocal courtesy, she would definitely have to invite Zhan Xiao to her home when the time came.

What a brilliant maneuver of sacrificing the pawn to save the chariot. Xiang Nuangnyang and Si Hanyu exchanged glances, looking at the deeply aggrieved Manager Lan, not knowing what to say.

There were also many excellent varieties of forage grass, such as ryegrass, alfalfa, king grass, and sweet elephant grass. All of these were high-quality fodders with high protein content and rich nutrition. They could be harvested multiple times from a single planting, and all were well-suited for cultivation in the Daqingshan region.

Yet upon second thought, he realized that if he refused to let Yi Sangsang visit the old matriarch, she would never set her mind at ease, so he ultimately agreed.

The Great Qin constantly harassed the borders of the Beigong Dynasty, leaving Beigong Qing filled with suppressed fury. Fortunately, the three Temple Masters remained relatively obedient, following Beigong Qing's orders and personally holding down the borderlands of the Beigong Dynasty.

Not long after Gu Yuanyun left, Lin Yiyi arrived as well. Yi Sangsang couldn't help but wonder: did she really look that unreliable?

Yezui was extremely curious about this house because there were traces of people walking everywhere inside. Especially in the village, where everyone wore the same pair of shoes everywhere they went, making the dusty footprints exceptionally distinct.

Xiang Nuanyang understood Si Hanyu's good intentions; he simply did not want her to overstep her bounds and advised her to focus entirely on her own duties.

Then the group walked inside the house. Fang Cheng noticed that the young man who had just looked at his home with disdain refrained from making any further comments.

Fang Xingping walked up to him, patting him here and inspecting him there. Only after confirming there were no injuries did he finally set his mind at ease.

He pushed the door open and stepped inside, only to hear a flurry of thumping sounds echoing from the courtyard—undoubtedly Xiaofeng, Anyue, and Zhuiyue showing their disdain for Zhuifeng and roughing him up a bit.

During this period, aside from returning to Chang'an to attend certain solstice and New Year sacrificial rituals and celebratory events, Li Chengqian had remained stationed entirely at the farm.

They found a cave recessed into the mountain slope near the midpoint, using it as their temporary campsite for the night! Due to their hasty departure and the need to reduce weight, they had brought no tents, and even their supplies of food and water were extremely meager.

"If Imperial Uncle despises Gong Lingjun to this extent, he should have killed him long ago. Why nurture a tiger to cause future trouble?" he mocked sarcastically.

He bit down hard on the tip of his tongue. As a sharp pain surged through him, he managed to break free from the illusion, his consciousness returning to the howling sandstorm. A heavy stench of blood washed over him, making his stomach churn and nearly causing him to vomit on the spot.

"Then how do you explain the way she has treated us all along this road, offering us wine and treating us with such hospitality? Tibet is our enemy; since when do people treat their enemies so well?" Tianci retorted.

Two members of the Gan family served as officials in the capital: one was Gan Mingcong's father, and the other was Gan Mingcong's paternal cousin, who was also Gan Qiuhya's father.

Gong Lingjun slowly clenched his fists, seemingly having already guessed the real reason why Shibah wanted to take Shangwu's life.

Tang Lou had intended to go and verify whether the shop had changed its name, but as his gaze swept casually across the street, he finally spotted the actual establishment.

Dou Bing muttered a word of thanks. Upon stepping inside, his eyes immediately fell upon Chang Sanqing, who lay unconscious on the sofa. He hurried forward and gently called out to his master several times, but received no response.

The moment Cao Yue returned, Xu Fei called him. Naturally, an exciting story was bound to unfold next, and they were all eager to eavesdrop.

After the incident occurred, Wu Yongming failed to uncover a single useful clue; the elite investigators under his command could not unearth anything of value from those corpses.

Clad in a pristine white dress, Shangyuan Yunyue floated high in the air, cradling a three-legged cauldron in her arms as her eyes closed slightly in focused concentration.

"What do you think?" Li Zhengzhi countered with a question. Comprehension dawning on his face, Jin Xuejun nodded and turned back toward the restroom.

Meanwhile, Lingyuan had become an insurmountable barrier preventing countless living beings in this realm from attaining Hunyuan. Take Taiqing Laojun, for instance; as one of the three manifestations of Pangu's primordial spirit, his spiritual essence existed across numerous worlds. If he wished to achieve Hunyuan, he had to retrieve every single fragment of his spirit—a requirement that applied equally to all living beings.

"Do you want to go out for a walk? I can't sleep, and the moonlight is so lovely. I want to look at the stars," Xu Fei wrote, adding a few shy emoticons at the end of her message to betray the nervous flutter in her heart as she sent it.