Chapter 48: Wenji in Danger, Exchanging for Serum

The fallen blossoms scattered like confetti in the grove beside the Imperial Academy. Cai Yan strolled alone along the forest path, the hem of her pure white dress brushing against the grass and stirring a few drifting petals. She ought to have been organizing the ancient texts in the library pavilion, but upon hearing that the Son of Heaven was about to visit the Imperial Academy, an inexplicable turmoil swelled within her heart, prompting her to find an excuse to step outside and clear her mind.

"What is happening to me..." she murmured, gently pressing her hand to her chest, where it felt as if a heavy stone lay weighing her down.

Tang Fu was well aware that if she wished to marry the Third Prince, she must maintain her innocent image and deepen it further.

At dawn the next day, Mo Ke and his companions set out for the trading district specially established by the Huashan Sect. Martial artists gathered here to trade rare treasures they had collected, exchanging them for resources that could aid their own development or that of their backers.

Seated in his new car, Mo Ke inhaled deeply. A vehicle worth over a million—something he had never dared to imagine before—was now his. Yet he knew that even if he charged out recklessly, he could change nothing; it would be nothing more than self-inflicted humiliation.

The camera had been ordered in June and only arrived late last month. Having had it for just a few days, it coincidentally coincided with Ye Linxing’s return.

When Bi Qianmo left, the hospital room seemed to have been swept by a cold wind, dropping the temperature by several degrees.

“Mr. Sun, you…” Lin Bixiao wanted to stop him, but upon meeting his bewildered blue eyes, her words caught in her throat, unable to find voice.

If she truly resolved to walk this path with Bi Qianmo, then Guan Muhua would one day be her mother-in-law. Since ancient times, the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law had been an intractable problem, never fully explained or resolved.

After reserving a private room with Tang Fu, she encountered the Third Prince halfway and joined him. Upon arriving at the back entrance of the tavern, they met the Second Prince, resulting in the strange assembly within the private room.

The question caused the patient to pause, and after pondering, he concocted a rather forced excuse.

With rapid footwork, Kuizuo Mu Xiubei’s figure darted around his opponent, striking fiercely with a blade, then hurling twin blades in an assault, only to vanish behind his foe in an instant and strike again.

“Then go. Don’t be afraid, I’m here,” Qi Yuhan said softly, his tone laden with an unspoken seriousness. Qi Die lifted her head to see his handsome profile and felt an inexplicable sense of reassurance, as though he had saved her once before on a cliff’s edge.

“If you like it, I have plenty more here. If you want, I can have someone make it for you,” I said with a smile.

“She loves me. That’s the funniest joke I’ve ever heard. Ha ha…” Qi Yuhan burst into uncontrollable laughter. Yet, to Hong Jin’s ears, his laughter carried a sorrow that words could not express. She found it strange. It was plain for all to see that the Palace Lord favored him. Could he not realize this?

He did not recognize me in my filthy state. As he turned to leave, a crimson peony blossomed at the corner of my lips. I knew then that I would never leap again.

Xu Chen’s speed suddenly surged, as if teleporting. In an instant, he stood before Lin Tian Di and the others, blocking their retreat, drawing his sword.

When Tang Zhong departed, the events within the Dou Wu Arena had already erupted fully into the open.

Zhan Tian Kuang had accepted the Great Emperor’s divine throne. At this moment, a mark was branded upon him, his entire being undergoing transformation. Bound by law, his strength was no longer something they could easily contend with.

The relationship between retainers and their lords was not strictly hierarchical. Rather, they resembled partners in a shared enterprise, not masters and servants divided by rank.

Several days later, Prince Darhan left the capital. As for Suo Namu, he had only drunk courageously that night and remembered nothing upon waking.