Chapter Thirty-Six: Su Zhihan, Beyond Anyone's Control

Ji Yong had never expected that anyone could be so bored. Although he had anticipated such a possibility as a precaution, he was still struck by the sheer shamelessness of these people now that it was actually happening. He hadn’t even won his wife’s heart yet, and already, they were trying to claim his son as someone else’s.

"Are these people truly so idle? Why must they obsess over other people’s family matters every single day? What business is it of theirs whose child it is?" Ji Yong muttered, even as he ordered his men to investigate the mastermind behind the rumors.

The distance was less than ten meters, yet Lu Huanong walked with agonizing slowness, each step feeling as protracted as a century.

"Hiss—" Behind her, Mu Xi witnessed the tragic scene, her body trembling as a gasp of horror escaped her throat.

That old man was merely trying to use this opportunity to lure him out of the Imperial City, so that Consort Yan and Liu Kongyu could seize power, manipulate the court, and ensure one ascended to the position of Empress while the other secured the title of Crown Prince.

"No rush, no rush." Originally, she would have been quite disappointed to hear this. But now, knowing that she could go as well, she felt far less anxious.

Some things are better off burned. Once burned, they are not so easily discovered.

Human hearts are truly unfathomable; even if you have never harbored such thoughts yourself, you cannot control the reasonable suspicions others may hold against you.

Seeing Huan Hua, the Taoist nuns hurried forward to kneel and pay their respects. Huan Hua waved her hand, signaling them that such formalities were unnecessary.

Even if she hadn't completely let go of Gu Cheng in her heart, as long as she was still willing to be with him now, he could treat the past as if it had never happened.

"It is of no consequence." Faced with the sincere concern of the guards, Liu Kongyu remained remarkably calm.

However, if it were truly unrelated, his first meeting with Lu Huanong had indeed taken place on Peacock Island.

Confidence stems from strength. Only with sufficient strength can one possess true conviction. It was precisely because of the existence of the Dragon Emperor that Lin Tian had to weigh his words carefully and speak with diplomatic tact when dealing with certain matters within the Dragon Group.

Old Ghost looked at Mumu’s sorrow with a sense of pity. He smiled bitterly; the distance was so short, yet why was the rift in his heart so vast?

Initially, the family had been against it. After all, Tang Mingyue was a martial arts genius seen once in a century, and they had hoped she would lead the Tang Sect back to its former glory. Yet, after serious deliberation and a careful analysis of the current situation, they reached their decision.

"Bring the wine!" Following the command, Haolian Shaoyu waved his left hand. A soldier behind him strode forward carrying a tray, upon which bowls of wine were arranged, their surfaces shimmering. Suddenly, the fragrance of wine filled the air.

"And you still want to graduate?" Mumu teased him, not fearing that she might chip her pearly white teeth.

Huixing Peak, Jade Bamboo Forest, layer upon layer of verdant green. As the breeze swept through, the bamboo sea rose and fell. A faint mist drifted amidst the trees like a sheer veil; as the golden morning light spilled down, the mist gradually dissipated.

Yue Longtian could easily break Xiao Nai’en’s staff technique, but that didn’t mean he could do the same to her uncle Xiao Shizhong’s. She wouldn't dare claim much, but in all her years, she had yet to see anyone who dared to claim they could break Xiao Shizhong’s staff technique.

Nangong Yun’er nodded again. Though the Empress’s face was etched with worry, a smile lingered deep within her heart.

They had abandoned the rectangular tables typical of Western aristocratic banquets, yet they couldn't find a single round table in the entire palace! Just as everyone was at a loss, the Divine Mage vanished into thin air, leaving behind only powerful magical fluctuations and a dazzling white light.

The sun neared the horizon, the sky was high and the clouds thin, and the leaves in the forest fell with a rustle, like the whispers of autumn. Just then, the sound of wind being sliced tore through the air, instantly shattering the tranquility of the mountain woods.

Shui Linglong nodded and asked, placing her slender hand directly against Feng Shisanlang’s back, allowing a black dragon to enter his middle dantian.