Chapter Sixty-Six: Ugh!!

"Reporting to the young lord, that man is Lou Yu, the eldest son of the Lou family."

Behind the man in the apricot-colored nomad attire stood another man, also dressed in nomadic clothing. He wore black from head to toe, a saber hanging at his waist, exuding an air of strength and capability.

The man in apricot was in his early twenties, with refined features and a scholarly elegance. Both his arms rested atop the railing; his back was not perfectly straight, yet he did not appear unruly. Instead, a languid, effortless nobility emanated from him.

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After Prince Chen kept his followers together and broke out of the capital, he headed straight for the Right Fufeng Commandery, set up camp there, seized the city, and took control of the garrison. Commanding fifty thousand troops, he gazed menacingly toward the capital, the two sides locked in distant confrontation.

The villagers, though amused, knew this was not the place for them to join in the wedding mischief. So, after watching the excitement and urging the newlyweds to drink their ceremonial wine, they dispersed one by one.

Chen Fan was momentarily taken aback, but then he remembered what Mick Foley had said before they set out: after the match, he would be interviewed by the host of the WWE Media Show. He supposed the person awaiting him now must be that very host.

It was like a beggar competing with a tycoon for social status. At least in the eyes of the crowd, Jiang Ning was the beggar, and Ye Fengling was the tycoon.

The assassin was petrified on the spot. Catching a bullet with his fingers was beyond anything he could have imagined—it was like witnessing a ghost.

In that moment, a wave of bitterness surged in Gu Ruochu’s heart. She dared not meet those affectionate eyes any longer, and immediately averted her gaze.

What secrets lay hidden here? And why had Aunt Qin appeared so anxious when she saw him just now?

Thinking of the "Fourth Prince" the two had mentioned, Shen Caiyi suddenly remembered: it was Yao Xiangjun.

Normally, when an old roc was near the end of its lifespan and borrowing feathers to extend its life, the newborn would not easily leave the elder’s side—unless some mishap had occurred.

I turned and went back to He Shen’s bedroom, freshened up, then went out for breakfast. Afterward, he drove me to school.

Ever since the day her morning sickness began, Yun Qixi had truly begun to feel the hardships of pregnancy. Coupled with the constant torment of headaches, it was sheer misery.

The ambiguity between them grew ever more intense. Si Junhao’s eyes were as deep and unfathomable as a bottomless pool, so dark and still that Ai Mu felt a chill in her heart.

What concerned Long Xilan was this: the illustrious Princess Chaoyang was betrothed to a prince of the Mongol Kingdom, yet now she was dead and no one in Jinling knew. What had she experienced before her death? Even after dying, had her vengeful spirit returned to Jinling, haunting Prince Xu relentlessly?

Yet neither of them knew that just two blocks away, a pair of binoculars was trained on them. Behind the lenses stood a man dressed entirely in black, one hand gripping the binoculars, the other holding a phone to his ear.

"Jinhua, it’s getting dark!" His clear voice sounded through the rain, his eyes filled with a sorrow as gentle as spring rain, tugging at the heart.

"Mr. Wei, let me tell you a bit more—just one more part. Hello? What are you doing? Let go of me… let me go…" Xu Lu’s hysterical struggle was cut short as the prison guards took her away.

Bo Yin’s breathing was a little erratic; he truly seemed to need release. But I gritted my teeth and scrambled forward on hands and knees as quickly as I could.

She believed that at first, Mo Gongyi had known nothing, but afterward, out of love for her, he chose to conceal the truth. She still remembered all the passion that man had once shown her.

He never mentioned that not only had they failed to catch anyone, but two of their elite had returned in utter disarray, soaked in oil and wine—apparently thanks to a certain clever maid.

The voice on the other end was exceedingly respectful, phrased with great care, and recounted the events as neutrally as possible.

As the Holy Envoy waved his hand, the globe transformed into a vast map of the world, and everyone could clearly see the locations of the nine fragments.

Fortune favors the persistent. After shouting until my voice was hoarse, Bai Lan finally appeared, with a retinue of a hundred guards in tow.