Volume 1, Chapter 46: It Was Clearly She Who Pushed the Little Highness

Seeing Shen Jinwen fall into the water, Princess Pingyang was greatly alarmed. If anything were to happen to the young prince, the Crown Prince would undoubtedly investigate to the very end.

It seemed Yun Qingluo felt the same way—she had an unusually high opinion of herself and was unwilling to listen to others.

Speaking as she steadied Niu Pu, helping him sit up, she then crossed her legs and sat beside him. Gently, she circulated her internal energy in her dantian, extending both hands to massage a few times at the back of his neck and his chest.

In the end, the third prize went to Wang Feng. Naturally, he breathed a sigh of relief and expressed his gratitude.

Lisa’s beautiful blue eyes dimmed slightly, as if she wanted to say something. Just as Murong Ye was about to speak, the door to the private room was pushed open.

The hour was still early; the long palace corridor was empty and quiet.

Lady Nian followed the Eighth Prince as they entered the Forbidden City once more, exhaling a long breath.

For the Qingdao High School baseball team on the offensive, this was undoubtedly an excellent scoring opportunity.

There was only one circumstance under which the assassination might succeed—when Zhi Zhi and his attendants were rushing downhill without pause, thinking Chang Hui had already taken care of their master, Tuo Ba Wuliang, leaving them off guard and vulnerable.

As the prime minister of Huaxia, he was entitled to know the details of the “Eating Melon” plan. However, due to the haste when it was handed over, Li Linxian had not had time to review its contents. Now, upon seeing Gao Junshan, he inquired about it.

After exchanging dozens of moves, You Qi suddenly let out a sharp, charming shout. She swayed her waist lightly, and her sword technique abruptly shifted. Streams of sword light fluttered like shooting stars and drifting willow catkins, flickering like blossoms—illusory, real, and elusive—all culminating in the dazzling move known as “Mirage.”

At that moment, Zhen Shi lay in a large bathtub, with Aya vigorously massaging his back from behind. Her various techniques were highly professional, and he felt as if he were in heaven.

“It’s been raining all day and night!” Zhang Ling muttered to herself, inexplicably feeling a bit restless.

“Chen Jiaxue, not many people know you’re dating Pan Yueyue, but that doesn’t mean you can act recklessly in public. Who I know has nothing to do with you, and you have no right to interfere with my freedom.”

Zhang Yi’s lips curled into a meaningful smile as he slowly lowered his raised hand.

Although the human back is relatively sturdy and resistant, those two punches were delivered with the force of a thousand pounds. The moment Mao Hongyu’s body took the blows, he felt a surge of raging blood energy rapidly rising from his chest.

Although Liu Bei was thoroughly disgraced beyond redemption, many across the land still harbored lingering doubts—most puzzling were the players.

With lightly applied makeup highlighting her delicate, moonlit beauty, her slender, graceful waist like a soft willow, and her captivating, sparkling eyes, she embodied the epitome of a refined lady with breathtaking charm.

Even if this clashed with his previous plans, so what? Since Li Ru had made his move, he naturally had no reason to retreat.

“My ankle really is sprained,” He Yue squatted down and swiftly opened a bottle, then, using the momentum, threw it toward Zhao Lezhi.

As he spoke, his voice trembled uncertainly, and his eyes reflected panic and fear.

“In this world, honest people go hungry while the scoundrels feast on meat,” Zhou Qingyun replied off-topic.

Clouds gathered and drifted; dawn broke, and as the birds chirped, filling the courtyard with their lively song, the next day had officially arrived.

Shui Runsheng’s manner of speaking was exactly like Qi Huimin’s, sending chills down one’s spine. No wonder the two got along so well, Jiang Chonglang thought silently.