Chapter 43

A cold sweat broke out on Tuoba Yao’s forehead the moment he thought about it. Outwardly maintaining a calm composure, he secretly began to discipline the inner palace, forbidding the imperial concubines from stirring up any more trouble. As for Cui Mingzhu, he paid her no mind; after all, the Grand Empress Dowager would certainly ensure she gave birth safely.

If such a thing were not true at all, yet she were to speak with absolute certainty that Dowager Empress Xie had fallen ill—if word of that were to spread, wouldn't it be tantamount to cursing the Dowager Empress with illness? Such consequences were far beyond what she could bear.

"Aren't there wet nurses? Does she even need to take care of him? With her clumsy ways, how could she possibly look after the Third Prince properly?" Wei Limei retorted with a deadpan face, matching him tit for tat.

Beiming Han gazed thoughtfully at the medicinal herb field and tossed a stone into it. Instantly, the black bees within the field went wild, launching a frenzied attack on the stone and reducing it to powder in the blink of an eye.

Upon seeing the red liquid on her hands, her expression changed drastically. She hooked her arms under Chen Chuan’s armpits, hoisted him up, and laid him facedown on the adjacent bed. Sitting on the edge of the mattress, she gently parted Chen Chuan’s hair, which was soaked with fresh blood, and spotted a slowly bleeding wound.

However, the figure at the interrogation room window merely flashed past, coupled with the sight from the corner of her eye of the three snipers at the boiler room sticking their heads out once more.

The lower classes were the lowest stratum of this continent, the most humble and wretched existences. Not only were they forced to serve as slaves and maids who could be bought, sold, and traded at will—priced on par with mere livestock—they possessed zero human rights whatsoever.

"This concubine wouldn't know," Luoge continued with a coy, blushing expression, her eyes nevertheless fixed intently on Su Qingyu, who had turned her head in the opposite direction.

She collapsed to the ground, struggling while clutching her head in agony as if her body were being torn apart, her aged face contorted with infinite pain.

"And you—perhaps you did not do so willingly, but you have already assumed a human form. That is a fact," the Palace Master added after a pause.

What did the Golden Martial Token represent? It represented the glory of the Martial Alliance, the authority of the Martial Alliance, and the high-ranking status of the Martial Alliance's leadership.

"Of course we are going to overturn it... Otherwise, why would all of us royals come together? Could it possibly be just for a game?" a Great Emperor of the Sea King lineage said with a smile.

Mingzhu raised an eyebrow: "He looked at you with such tender affection? What did he say to you?" Could Liao Guangg actually be so shameless and audacious? Or was his ambition simply too grand?

"That ice crystal was so bizarre; it seemed to be melting the elemental power within my body. Even though the power wasn't overbearing, it almost swallowed me whole," Black Jade said, shivering at the memory.

To support someone for a lifetime was, of course, a very easy promise to fulfill—the Prince Regent's Mansion wouldn't mind one extra mouth to feed. But if it only came down to eating, wearing clothes, and sleeping, she was fully capable of supporting herself. As for the matter of feeling wronged, it all depended on perspective; perhaps she felt deeply aggrieved, while he wondered what on earth there was to feel wronged about.

Having vomited everything out, the little furball flashed and darted into the person's wrist, vanishing into a black totem.

Just as the pressure on Yi Wuyan's shoulders swelled to the extreme, threatening to swallow her whole, she met Xuan Gu.

Before long, Damu's mother ran out and called Damu back home. Lin Xiang already knew that Damu's father had passed away.

He propped his upper body up, but it seemed he used too much force, causing him to lurch forward and drop onto his knees and hands, though fortunately, his palms caught his weight.

Duanmu Yan was no good man! What he wanted was not merely for the Jin Group to invest capital in Duanmu Pharmaceuticals, but rather for the Jin Group to ultimately become his own backing.

As for Zhou Yunmo, there was nothing he could do; he had no choice but to abandon him, since preserving oneself took precedence over everything else.

After all, the stats of the Goblin General made him extremely difficult to defeat with a standard class, let alone clearing him on nightmare difficulty.

Speaking of which, he was the strongest member of the younger generation of the Li family. Barring any accidents, he was bound to take charge of the clan in the future.

Before the company had even officially gone public, it encountered such a major setback. It seemed that retiring early and living a life of ease wouldn't be quite so simple after all.

Consequently, Lin Yu could not land any effective blows on her body, but she was at least able to intercept her attacks.

Therefore, no matter what, they would not express any intention of investing in Duanmu Pharmaceuticals' Red Spirit Pill project today.

"Where there is life, there is hope; as long as the green mountains remain, one need not worry about firewood." Shi Nan's expression was resolute, his smile pure and transparent, dispelling all anxiety and restlessness with a deeply reassuring power.

Seeing Xiao Jue suddenly stop speaking, she turned her head to look at him. With delicate facial features and an elegance akin to an immortal, it was none other than the Third Young Master, He Rui.

Now, the Hu family appeared prominently on the list compiled by Nangong Chen. Who their backer was—wasn't that abundantly clear?

"Hahaha, no worries. A major showdown between the Hongxing Gang and the Baisheng Sect is inevitable sooner or later. I just didn't expect you to actually take down Li Bo!" Li Zhongtian was stunned at first, then burst into hearty laughter.

"President Huang, you are in the building materials business. I believe we probably won't have the opportunity to cooperate," Chen Lan declined politely.

He smiled faintly, pointed to the empty space where his severed arm used to be, and then rolled up his entire sleeve. He inserted the index and middle fingers of his left hand directly into the joint of his right shoulder, causing blood to spurt out like a fountain.

"Don't be upset either. If the situation weren't serious, I wouldn't have come looking for you," Gu Feng said helplessly.

In fact, given Zhang Yang's current status, he was fully capable of helping Lin翼 with this favor—speaking a good word to the alchemists of the Qiankun Sect so they could assist Yang Fan with this most crucial final step of resurrection.

The three mentors seemed disinclined to meddle in such friction among the disciples. Various factions naturally existed within the academy anyway, and this served as an alternative form of competition; as long as no one died, they simply turned a blind eye.

Right amidst the demons' eager anticipation, a supremely luxurious imperial chariot flew directly overhead, descending upon a thousand towering, overlapping waves. Two figures stood at the front of the chariot: one was plump and middle-aged, wearing an amiably approachable expression. The moment this middle-aged man stood there, an enticing aroma of roasted meat began to emanate from him.

A dozen minutes later, the Elven Mage returned with a dozen more elves—judging by their appearance, clearly formidable mages themselves. In two or three round trips, they transported all a hundred elves away, finally standing guard in the distance. Their status was slightly inferior, rendering them unfit to participate in a gathering of this tier; they could only secure the approach to prevent other elves from stumbling in by mistake.

Seeing this, Tianhao turned and walked away without the slightest hesitation, having no intention of trying to persuade him further. Anyone who reached the formidable level of a sect master like the Nine-Leaf Master was invariably a person of unshakeable willpower. Since he had already made up his mind, further persuasion was futile.

This shock was entirely understandable; no one would ever believe they could completely root themselves in the seventh tier of alien power within a span of two days—especially when those two days were spent mostly sleeping. Who would ever believe such a claim if it were spoken aloud?