Chapter 25: High-End Corporate Warfare

Jun Qianchen gazed at the sky, wondering if perhaps His Highness the Underworld Prince had such unique tastes that he preferred to emerge at night for tea.

Before the imperial tour, the Eighteenth Prince of Qixiang Palace fell ill. The child had been frail since the new year; he had been unable to accompany the procession to the summer retreat due to his sickness. It was as if he had smallpox, yet it did not quite present as such. The imperial physicians had attended to him for half a year, but his condition remained unchanged.

The nine men joined together to form a sword formation. Because such a formation possessed the greatest offensive power, they utilized it to confront their enemies with their strongest stance.

Upon impact, the void shattered repeatedly. An infinite force erupted, slamming into the middle-aged cultivator and instantly obliterating him.

She did not reveal the news of Zhuzi’s death, for she did not want the blind old woman before her to lose the will to live.

At the palace gate, the silk lanterns hand-painted by the Emperor the previous year still hung. The verses remained the same: "True love fears the path of longing; I gaze upon the long embankment, where grass hides a heart of red, stirring sorrowful laments; from the blue heavens to the yellow springs, both realms are hard to search."

With a single punch, he caused the void to cave in. The strike moved with unrestrained ferocity, colliding violently with the pillar of white energy.

The next day, when Hua Fenglan woke, the Emperor had already left for court. Imperial Physician Chen arrived early in the morning to check her pulse, smiling as he said, "It seems the best medicine for the Lady is the Emperor himself; your pulse has stabilized significantly."

"What can I do? Have you not heard? The Emperor has grown tired of me," Hua Fenglan said. Just then, a middle-aged man approached. "Father, why did you not go hunting with the Emperor?"

The two elders exchanged a look, signaling for her to speak freely. Lanqi then brought up the Emperor's idea. Although no decision had been made, she understood Xuan Ye’s intentions. While the matter was undoubtedly beneficial in every way, the only pity was perhaps her own reluctance to let go.

"Love you? Do you think that’s possible? Are you worthy of my love?" Hua Ying’s face was full of mockery. Approaching her had always been for a purpose, yet falling for Sikou Ling had been an accident. Because of this, he was tormented daily by the Heart-Eating Gu, which only helped him better understand what love truly was.

Even though Shen Yunyou was now entangled with Liu Yun, conspiring to harm Shen Mutian and seize his assets, no matter how high Liu Yun’s rank was, it was still granted by the Emperor. Therefore, as long as the Emperor ordered a thorough investigation, both of them would undoubtedly be ruined.

The guards beside the Fourth Prince rushed to stand before him, and the man stopped at a distance of five paces.

The escaping troops were disheveled and stripped of their armor, their hair unkempt and their clothes in rags, looking no better than beggars.

Su Qingwan looked at Ye Chuqi, her eyes filled with indescribable emotion. She did not know what his true intentions were. Was playing hot and cold meant to be amusing?

"Sexual orientation? Do you think I have a problem?" It wasn't just him; Weisheng Yu, pulling his hand away from the other’s cheek, thought so too. However, he kept his thoughts to himself, maintaining an expression of absolute naturalness on his face.

"Stop talking, you're making me so sad. The Princess has overcome so many obstacles; she must be the one destined for the Carefree Technique. She will be fine," Bai Mei said, her eyes brimming with tears.

"You want me to trust you? Very well, promise me one thing." Ling Feng lured Cheng Xia step by step, wanting to see her fall into the trap he had dug; her demeanor always made one want to tease her.

"Yes, I will go to the Green Lotus Sect to practice the Carefree Palace techniques and kill Tong Fu'an!" Luo Lianyi said through gritted teeth.

Shen Yunxi looked at Liang Xicheng. "Did you tell the Prince?" She was referring to the matter of Chenxi.

Chen Fu merely felt that Chen Jiaoniang’s humble display of affection was simply a case of overestimating herself.

Furthermore, they opened a green channel for his driver's license, sending him directly to the military unit under Zhou Buhuan’s command to use professional fighter jets, with a pilot who had over a decade of experience as his instructor.

After the Erzhu clan took control of Luoyang, Xiao Baoyin remained a spectator, not rushing to submit a memorial supporting any particular emperor. He held a large army and commanded the forces of the western and southern routes; even the all-powerful Erzhu warlords chose to appease him rather than take action.

For Xiao Yan, these two letters were like a seal that ignited all his previous conjectures and anxieties; even the news that the northerners were slaughtering each other could not bring him joy.

"Well, scared now? My brother is a favorite in the eyes of the Prince." Seeing him remain silent, Yu Liu grew even more smug.

In fact, she had accompanied Gu Rugui many times over these three months, only the latter remained unaware of it.

Qu Dongsheng nodded without hesitation, pulling out the list he had prepared beforehand from his sleeve. He moved the surrounding bowls and dishes aside and placed the red paper list upon the table.

However, the Big Black had eyes only for the white horse that refused to let it go. It even slowed its pace, charging at the Golden Dragon like a fighting cock.

Unexpectedly, though he had heard the servant’s frantic cries and thought Lord Mengchang’s illness had relapsed and he was on the verge of death, the man had actually regained consciousness.

This feeling became even more pronounced when he got up to wash and saw his own swollen, red lips in the mirror.

She looked up, catching the dim moonlight through the window to gaze at the man before her. His deep eyes were as dark as the sea, flickering with tiny glimmers that, to her, seemed brighter than the starlight outside.

"Yibai, this stray cat has no manners at all. I truly don't understand why you keep her around. If it were me, I would have had her turned to dust long ago." Qing Qin held onto Murong Yibai’s hand, her words causing him to frown involuntarily.

"Nuannuan... thank you." Bai Tiantian tilted her head to look at the joyful Mu Nuan, whispering the words silently in her heart.

She pulled open the drawer, intending to put away the items she had tidied, only to find several medicine boxes lying inside.

Logically, they required more resources than Han Caokou. This was a place of hardship, devoid of medicinal pills or spiritual herbs, yet they all appeared radiant and at ease.

"Qing Qin, just return the Dragon Pearl to the Old Dragon King. This is a matter between us; there is no need to involve others." Bai Tiantian added, but Qing Qin shot a fierce glare at her, the anger in her eyes plain to see.