Chapter 44: Increasingly Bewildering

"Miss~ Is Willow back?"

Old Man Duan walked into the courtyard through the connected doorway, calling out loudly as soon as he entered, unaware that Yin Sumu had already arrived.

It was too late for Yinkou to warn him.

The movement was already heard inside the room. Zhaojiao remained relatively calm; since such a prominent person was living in the manor, it was impossible to keep it hidden if Prince Su wanted to know, and besides, there was no intention of hiding it anyway. Old Man Duan using his true identity meant he intended to walk openly among people.

"Please invite the gentleman in..."

Overcome with grief, she took Gu Zhaoxi's house keys out of her bag, placed them on the ground, took off the engagement ring from her finger and laid it next to the keys, then silently turned and left.

Therefore, she did not want to waste effort entangling herself too much with them. After all, being a newcomer, it was better not to make too many enemies.

What kind of person was Qin Chen anyway? Saying those words now was merely to find a way out for himself, a dignified way to face death.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, this servant heard that Prince Wei of Tai has presented a magical object that can start fires," a eunuch nearby hurriedly said.

Although Niannian was only thirteen years old, the unique temperament she exuded involuntarily drew them toward her.

That night when he went to save Yutong, they had already sparred, and Fu Kai was simply no match for him.

The Minister of the Imperial Household was one of the Nine Ministers of the Great Han Dynasty, in charge of the palace gates and side doors, with subordinate officials including grand masters, gentlemen-in-waiting, ushers, guards of the front court, and feather-forest guards.

After Cheng Ri presented this compelling evidence, the suspicion against him was cleared, but the question that followed was: who on earth had impersonated him to commit the crime that night?

Unexpectedly, the exits had already been closed, turning them into fish in a barrel. The thought of becoming food for the demon race brought expressions of grief and indignation to these elders who had always stood high above the rest.

The living room was quiet. Su Chen appeared to be reading the newspaper, but his heart was beating wildly. Although the assassination plan for the wedding day currently seemed flawless, who could guarantee that no accidents would happen when the time came?

Just as Uchiha Matsuri and Namikaze Minato were talking, A-E on the other side had already launched a new round of attacks.

Having caused such a massive butterfly effect right upon entering the world, Lin Baiyu declared that she would not take the blame—it definitely had nothing to do with her.

Fearing involvement, the village higher-ups did not dare to come and persuade the Third Mizukage. Only Ao, the person the Third Mizukage trusted most, tried bitterly to persuade him every day.

Uchiha Matsuri's words completely infuriated A-E, prompting him to launch another attack before Matsuri's voice had even faded.

The Moon Goddess originally did not like flowers and knew nothing of purple irises, but because Tantai Junyan loved them, the Moon Goddess came to love purple irises as well.

After finally running out of the alley mouth, Le Zhicheng's legs were already trembling. She knew this was no game, and she feared she might really not be able to hold on much longer.

Aside from a few emails sent by her cousins from Hong Kong, more than ninety-eight percent of the remaining emails came from the same ID.

It was simply because her spoken English was too standard that Shupeen had not recognized her voice at first, failing to realize it was her when watching the trailer for the first time.

Long after, the door of the private room was finally pushed open. Lifting her gaze, she saw Li Xuan standing at the doorway. For some reason, Angie always felt that Li Xuan looked rather terrible today.

"I never expected that this Yueshui would actually be a spy sent by the Hidden Sand Village," Uchiha Matsuri sighed.

Immediately afterward, Lin Feng hurriedly looked inside the storage pouch. Upon doing so, he discovered that the pouch contained only a few spiritual stones and pills, and not many at that, but the fan was indeed inside.

By the lakeside, Huang Rong sat alone on a bluestone slab, her dark hair cascading in disarray over her fragrant shoulders, her hands hugging her knees with her face buried deep within, utterly out of place with the bustling and lively atmosphere.