Volume One, Chapter 69: False Accusation

Since I've Time-Traveled to Be a Princess, Isn't It Reasonable to Be a Little Arrogant? The egg contains no yolk. 1729 words 2026-02-09 12:31:59

Li Weiwei returned, carrying a thick volume of economic law, and sat down opposite Qin Hao, earnestly flipping through its pages.

“Please rise, Lord Jiao, there’s no need for such courtesy,” Su Ying said, holding the water in front of her and taking a gentle sip.

“Which family? Mine, the Chang family! The legitimate bloodline!” Qinghuan emphasized forcefully. Then she thought, back when her mother was pregnant, very few people knew about it, so Ji Huanling might not have been aware. But ever since entering this stone tower, after merging with the tower’s artifact spirit, Chu Yu, as its master, suddenly learned much more.

Lin Jing and I each lifted a corner of the quilt and climbed into bed. Lin Jing’s hand rested on my waist and soon became restless.

Qinghuan shook her head. The Jiao household was wealthy beyond measure; even the servants had no need for so much pork. Besides, judging from Su Ying’s recent actions, she was clearly not fond of Jiao Shiheng. Why would she undermine Su Ying, then go out of her way to befriend the Jiao family?

Yin Junfeng stepped onto what was believed to be the impassable Pool of Fiery Rocks, as effortlessly as if he were riding the waves, and lightly soared to the opposite side.

However, if they rushed out now to seize the White Spirit Banner, they would inevitably clash with the Youbai Six Cities Academy.

At the same time, in Tie Xiangxue’s palm, just like Yin Junfeng, a piece of white jade slowly appeared, then floated above her head, radiating the same gentle, holy light.

It seemed she could only rely on luck to choose. According to the Moon Shadow’s calculations, she already possessed a wide array of magical treasures; she truly didn’t need anything in particular. In the end, she selected an axe-shaped artifact, a cluster of overlapping mesh-like magical spheres, and a strangely-shaped token.

“Forgive my sudden visit, Commander, I hope it does not feel intrusive,” Feng Wu Qingyang greeted politely.

Dragonhorn Mountain was an excellent place for cultivation. One only had to look at the high-level beasts to know it. However, there were far too many spatial rifts here, most of them mobile. Training in such a place was truly a test of body and mind.

The reason he collapsed to the ground was to draw Blackie to his side, then use him to attract everyone’s attention. In the very instant Blackie’s knee pressed against Old Nine, Old Nine had already used the dagger hidden in his sleeve to cut the ropes binding his hands.

The old matron glanced back at me, her face radiant as a sunflower, waving cheerfully.

In addition, there were antibiotics, ropes, and other supplies. Even if Wu Ming were asked to prepare them, he could never be so thorough.

Su Yang heard Su Decheng’s words and helplessly furrowed his brow. He was preparing to marry Liu Shiya, not Karina. He truly didn’t know whether, if he told his father about marrying Liu Shiya, his father would jump up and scold him.

“As for the terms, after this mission in the Sunset Mountains is complete, we will reward everyone with a satisfactory bonus based on your harvest,” he said.

His gaze moved away from the leather armor to the golden sword scabbard casually tucked at Feng Wu Qingyang’s waist. The long hilt was engraved with two ancient seal characters. Although Zhang Yang had little knowledge of seal script, he was not entirely ignorant. With a little attention, he discerned their meaning—Godseal.

Chu Feng nodded with certainty, decisively and confidently. He knew the cultivation method Lu Chenxi practiced: usually suppressed and low-key, but once unleashed, it was domineering, unparalleled in strength, a completely different concept from its dormant state.

Yet neither Chuyue nor Xie Siyun had time to pay attention. Each had their own concerns: Chuyue contemplated how to make pearl farming a practical reality, while Xie Siyun took Xie An to their sea area every day to familiarize him.

Tianyan turned his head and said to Old Yang, “When I make my move, you escape on horseback. These two are strong; I won’t be able to protect you. We’ll regroup at Haoran City.”

For some reason, ever since Qu Yingzheng discovered Chen Chen’s medical skills surpassed his own, his attitude toward him subtly shifted. Qiu Qingfang, sensitive as ever, noticed this.

The road’s southern side was the dining hall, behind it the vegetable garden, which was planted around the volcano. This year’s harvest was particularly poor, and between the garden and the volcano stood a grove of yellow-leaved trees, which used to be lush and green.

“I know you’ve completed your body refinement. If eating the first beast core made us first-tier evolvers, then you are now at the peak of the first tier,” Zhang Xun, who was resting with his eyes closed, replied.

Yao Qingyan glanced at Zeng Haiqi, noticed his slight nod, and understood his agreement.

Linglong and Bamboo’s disappearance had always weighed on Luo Xing’s mind; he blamed himself. Now, after finally finding some clues, his own recklessness had caused him to lose them again. The trail breaking so suddenly left Luo Xing in a foul mood, irritated and restless.

Luo Xing, escaping calmly, breathed a sigh of relief. If those two hadn’t refrained from intervening, he wouldn’t have gotten away so easily. Mainly, they didn’t want to cause too much commotion.

The sound of hooves thundered suddenly below the city walls. Gongsun Zan’s Whirlwind Cavalry numbered only two or three thousand, yet their momentum rivaled a force of ten thousand. Two or three thousand white horses, like bolts of lightning, charged toward Lü Kuang and Lü Xiang.