Fairy, Your Life-Bound Sword Has Gained a Spirit

Because the Chongyang Festival had only recently ended, the Ye Prime Minister’s residence had not yet closed its doors. He did not wait for the gatekeeper to announce him, but burst straight in, heading directly for Ye Lingche’s quarters.

The more King Xuan spoke, the colder his spine became, as if a chill had seized his very heart, making his nerves tingle with unease. He could not convince himself it was all mere coincidence.

He frowned slightly. This young man, Hua Meiyan, was someone he recognized—in fact, just a few days ago, this young man had appeared in his own home and had even confessed his feelings to him.

Her figure shifted, and as she lifted her face, it was clear she was reluctant. Tang Ziyan was not unfamiliar with these features; he knew she was a lively underclassman. He had previously noticed the indignant look in her eyes when she secretly glanced at Xiu Qiqi, but he had not expected her to be bold enough to launch a sneak attack.

Ajiu responded, crouched down, and hoisted Huang Yuan-kui’s hands over his own shoulders. Emperor Zhaoming dragged Huang Yuan-kui’s body from behind, and the brothers worked together to lift him onto Ajiu’s back.

No sooner had Xiu Qiqi started to speak than Cai Tiancai felt her heart sink heavily. She watched Xiu Qiqi intently, and, seeing no sign of deceit, felt her head begin to pound.

Zhao Xi, on the other hand, was not worried in the slightest. It would be best if Emperor Mingfeng revealed all his trump cards—then she would be spared the effort of seeking them herself. If Great Yong’s m