Chapter 106: Wedding Vows

Gu Yaxuan couldn’t stand seeing Ruan Mianmian’s arrogant attitude. She was about to stand up and reprimand her for disrespecting her elders, but Gu Xichen firmly held her back. He whispered, “If you don’t want to lose face in public, just sit quietly and keep your mouth shut.”

Gu Yaxuan truly was thoughtless, not realizing the gravity of the situation. Ruan Mianmian didn’t even spare Lin Yuzhi any respect; she confronted her without hesitation. Who did Gu Yaxuan think she was?

She wanted to—

“Ahem!” Le Bing coughed, tightly pressing her lips together before spitting out a mouthful of blood, which made the four of them even more anxious.

“Feng’er, go to Brother Mo and ask him to bring over the other chicken!” Song Ningyao instructed.

Ling Moxiang mysteriously appeared from somewhere, her fingers slickly snatching the comb from Baili Wuchen’s hand. Before Yu Weiyan could react, she had already started combing her hair.

Despite her confidence, Shangguan Fei, who had arrived later, still harbored some worries. Especially now, with Shangguan Chen suddenly wanting to reconcile, would Bing’er truly accept after all the past regrets and lingering feelings?

Although Doushuai Palace was a system unto itself, its entrance lay within the Heavenly Court. This was because most of the celestial beings in the Heavenly Court were Taoist disciples, making it convenient for Taoism to maintain control.

Everyone nodded in agreement. Since the barbarian invaders ravaged the region and the Zheng family estate was destroyed, many local villages suffered severe setbacks. Many rules and regulations needed to be reestablished, including various business activities. Now, the county seat had genuinely become the center. Those who participated in these rules would reap the benefits and prosper.

During Li Ang’s reign, Buddhism was strongly supported and granted many privileges. Although Li Ang was later placed under house arrest with limited power, the court’s support for Buddhism did not diminish for reasons unknown.

Lan Zhifu had not forgotten how Shangguan Fei’s hand rested possessively on Le Bing’s shoulder. The expression of possessiveness on that face caused a tightness to form on Lan Zhifu’s own.

A brief silence fell. Despite the usual quiet of this place at night, Zhen Yi grew tense, withdrawing a twig from the fire and making a few gestures.

The imperial palace of Tiandu Kingdom was vast and magnificent, its layers upon layers grand and imposing. The glazed tiles on the Tai Chi Hall gleamed with a blazing golden light under the reflection of the sun.

It was as if they only knew that it had returned, but did not know where it was hiding; they were completely unaware of its current condition.

“It’s nothing. Did you… just now hear what that wild boar said?” she asked in a daze.

Lian Zi revealed an indescribable expression. She hadn’t realized Murong Yue was so childlike at heart.

Qin Fan’s table had their dishes served, yet Huang Qianqian held her chopsticks without any appetite.

“Damn it, kill him with your hands!” Su Zhe shouted angrily, the feeling of being ignored enraging him to the utmost.

At that moment, inside the cabin, Liang Fei was roused from his light sleep by the commotion outside. Still groggy, he slowly climbed up from his seat.

“I sense the spiritual energy in the hot spring has become diluted. What’s going on?” Yue Qinghuang had thought she could advance another level, but the entire energy of the Imperial Blood Ring seemed insufficient.

They had already transferred the dangerous cause that Thunder had suffered onto themselves.

However, hesitating, she did not move. Looking around again, the bathroom door was wide open, with no privacy. Clearly, changing here was impossible.

Cong Jiaxin heard these words—the ones he expected all along. After all, at this time, Huifang would be pregnant, and the child would definitely be Chen Heng’s. But since they had already broken off their engagement, what should be done about the pregnancy?

“Ridiculous! The Knights of the Round Table are nothing special after all!” Michael scoffed coldly, stepping forward to pull out the arrow, only to find it gripped tightly by the muscle beside the wound.

Mu Qingqing ground her teeth in frustration, wanting to flick her sleeves and declare she wouldn’t leave, turning back to the cold palace to wait for Gao Kun to rescue her again.