Volume 1, Chapter 44: Just How Ruined Is Your Face?

The guard spoke in a respectful tone, "Miss Lin Chuyao, the Imperial Noble Consort has specifically summoned you. Please follow me through the dedicated passageway over here."

This single sentence instantly plunged the surroundings into dead silence, and the previous murmurs abruptly ceased.

Penglai felt pain all over her body, yet she looked toward the voice and happened to meet that young master's gaze. Before Penglai could even clearly see what the young master looked like, she spotted her own storage bracelet on his wrist.

However, this time, both of them sent him messages almost simultaneously, and their purpose was practically the same—the server first kill of the Gruul's Lair.

The imperial concubine felt her heart turn to ashes; she was unwilling to accept this fate, but she was utterly helpless. Her only remaining hope was that Emperor Yong'an might take into account the influence of her family clan and grant her a lenient punishment.

Just as Madam Yang the Elder and Rong Qian were going back and forth in a tense deadlock, Mother Ping's mind suddenly flashed with inspiration, and she thought of an idea. The more she pondered it, the more feasible she felt her idea was. Barely managing to wait for a gap in the conversation between Madam Yang the Elder and Rong Qian, she hurriedly and eagerly blurted it out.

Early the next morning, the Jingjiang Sub-Bureau was indeed bustling with activity, but the only people who arrived were Ding Tong, along with Ding Tong's father and a lawyer, Deng Xin's father, and the boy named Zhang Zhi—the very boy who had discovered Dong Kefu's post online—along with his father.

As the hot towel was applied to her body, Lin Yijia immediately felt all her pores open up, growing warm and comfortable from the inside out.

The younger brother only thought that Qiao Mingjin looked pretty, and that even her smile was exceptionally lovely. He just stared blankly at her.

"There are burn marks left by an electric shock on the back of the victim's neck, which were just inflicted." After taking photographs for evidence, Shi Rou, with the assistance of her subordinates, laid the body of the deceased Guo Mingqiu flat on the ground. She pointed to the back of the victim's neck to show Gu Hanhao.

This was said as much for Jun Li to hear as it was for the people following the carriage outside, so that everyone would know he wasn't chasing after them out of fear of Jun Li, but entirely to save face for Madam Yang the Elder.

Lu Baiyan was in charge of ordering the dishes, Cheng Banhai sat on the inner side next to Lu Baiyan, and Qiao Na sat by herself on one side, directly opposite Lu Baiyan.

The three elders exchanged a glance, then stood up and knelt prostrate on the ground. The eight young men did not dare to be negligent either; following behind the three elders, they also dropped to their knees.

Fine, she didn't need to read any further to guess. Right about now, Mo Han chuan and Su Baiyu were probably spreading rumors about her in the game again.

If a wild tiger bit a male tiger to death and seized the female tiger, wouldn't that be a classic case of NTR right in front of the husband? It didn't seem to be that exact word, so what was it called again... Mija read too little and couldn't think of the right term for a moment.

"My wife," Le Mian muttered in a muffled voice. He had said he had a wife so many times, why did nobody believe him?

However, escaping discovery once could be attributed to sheer luck, but going decades without ever being discovered could no longer be chalked up to luck; there had to be other factors at play.

"Leng Che, I... I had a nightmare, I'm so scared." A soft and sweet voice was the most capable of tugging at people's heartstrings, yet the man who usually loved to hold her in his arms to sleep while in bed remained completely indifferent.

Now, watching General Lu contract the plague, countless soldiers across the world felt a sharp ache in their hearts, as if they were losing an article of faith.

In the primitive tribes, although grains had already become widespread, the technology was far too backward. To this day, many tribes still lived a primitive lifestyle relying on hunting for survival.

Therefore, staying here for a few more days would undoubtedly be a hundred times beneficial and bring no harm to him at all. Unlike the chaotic and complex thoughts running through Tang Ao's mind, Mantian's thoughts were much simpler.

She was wearing pajamas, with her thick, long hair draped over her back. From root to tip, the hair color was bizarre—strangely, it was a deep gray that shimmered with a subtle, glossy sheen.