Take me to the Prince.

What an unexpected gain.

Yin Jiaojiao said nonchalantly, "So... General Gu is practically a lifesaver for the Cen family."

"Indeed! As it happened, Master Cen had an only daughter, blessed with stunning beauty and proficient in every possible art and skill. And General Gu was an extraordinary, dashing young man with no wife as yet. Back then, rumors spread that Master Cen would surely marry off his daughter to repay the debt of gratitude. What a pity, though," the old shopkeeper sighed with emotion. "Since Eldest Miss Cen was to inherit the family estate, her husband had to marry into her family as a matrilocal son-in-law. How could General Gu possibly do that? The rumors circulated for a while, but with neither the Cen nor the Gu family making a move, they gradually died away."

The old shopkeeper stroked his chin, reminiscing about the past, when suddenly...

"If it weren't for you, my mother and I wouldn't have had to suffer so much," Ai Qiaogao muttered, hugging her food box as she squatted against the base of the wall.

He turned to look at Tian Xin, who was returning his gaze without any trace of displeasure in her eyes.

Meanwhile, the one person in this time and space who knew and understood the historical trajectory best was currently standing outside Dengzhou City. Looking at the dilapidated city, coupled with the thousands of miles of uninhabited wasteland along the way, Han Zhenhan's heart was exceptionally heavy. Yet his resolve remained firm: he would lead his brothers away from this continent on the brink of the flames of war.

With all her might, Chen Manxin swung the rod down, causing Lin Jiajia's body to jolt violently and roll straight off the sofa onto the floor.

After I explained, the giant snake did not make any excessive movements. It merely lowered its head, and the golden rat seemed to understand, letting out a series of squeaks off to the side. The sounds rose and fell, sometimes deep, sometimes shrill, as if it were recounting everything that had happened.

By the time I ran over here, Feng Ruobai was already standing on the high platform. He had only draped a coat over his shoulders and kept both hands in his pockets. As the cold wind blew past, I couldn't help wondering if he was about to topple right off the platform.

Yu Bo'an sat straight back into the wooden armchair, picking up a pure white snuff bottle from the table to toy with it in his hands. His usual gentle and benevolent smile had now vanished, leaving only a stern coldness.

Under the lights, that delicate face looked so indifferent, the elegant harmony of her lovely features completely replaced by a sense of aloofness.

Yu Xiubai chuckled softly, finally raising his hand to form a heart shape with her right in front of their chests.

"I've been told you want all cash. That's too much for me to swallow all at once, give me two tons! Besides, I need some time to raise the funds." The fat, pig-like man gritted his teeth. As long as he could acquire this batch of goods while securing this connection and introducing it to the senior bosses at the Kawashima Syndicate's headquarters, his status within the syndicate would undoubtedly soar to new heights.

She feared that his being with her stemmed purely from guilt and a sense of responsibility. Yet she had never truly asked what was in his heart.

"M-Master?" Old Fang's eyes widened instantly, his body stiffening. Though he had imagined his master's return countless times, this was simply too sudden! Was he dreaming?

Leng Yue glanced down at the child in her arms—it was Prince Xi. He had grown quite a bit, his bright, sparkling eyes filled with smiles.

"Since you've made the trip, let's go." Xi Qianxia, however, remained persistent. Gentle persistence was her forte; someone who could fall into the Fallen Immortal Realm and still be heavily employed by the Immortal Realm was naturally no ordinary figure. Yet before Haotian, she always grew gentle so unconsciously.

It seemed he had become her air; without him, she would suffocate. Was it sorrow? Or a poignant, beautiful kind of happiness?

Ye Hua flicked out a cigarette, lit it, took a few puffs, and hung it from his lips. He was never much of a smoker; a few puffs were enough for him. Besides, that was only because he was wealthy now; back in the day, any unfinished cigarette would be immediately stubbed out, saved, and relighted for later.

"I never imagined this classmate of ours would be either wealthy or noble. It seems our seminary truly hides dragons and crouches tigers," Langxie said with a self-deprecating smile.

"If you want to know where they popped out from, isn't it simple? Just save them and ask!" Su Yuanjia gently nudged Ouyang Pengcheng, wondering why he had suddenly spaced out.

The Empress looked slightly surprised, while Consort Zhu twitched the corner of her mouth in apparent disdain. But feeling the bone-chilling aura suddenly grow even more pronounced, she hastily reined in her expression, played the part of a wooden dummy, focused her eyes on her nose and her nose on her heart, and dared not utter another sound.

The only difference was that after the Second Young Master of the Jun family arrived, Zhao Xin辰 could retreat behind the scenes, keeping abreast of their progress and even the outcome in secret.

In less than the time it takes for a single breath, Luo Qingluan transformed into a green-light figure over two meters tall and charged straight at him.

"Three Pagodas Bridge." The three characters were carved onto the stone pillar at the head of the bridge in Buddhist-style pictographs.

He was enduring sheer torment, unable even to struggle. He only felt himself being swept higher and higher by a hurricane, higher and higher, until he finally came to a halt at a dizzying altitude.

Shi Mengmeng's lips moved slightly. She untied her apron, cast a gentle glance at Li Yan, and turned to walk out the door.

As for Jueying, he quickly melted into the darkness and completely vanished. It was only then that the members of the Mixed Heaven Guild realized their boss had been instantly killed yet again.

Blazing flames burned through the sand within the territory of the Flaming Mountains, causing the sand itself to radiate a scorching heat. Even ordinary creatures walking across the blistering sands would feel their entire bodies grow feverish.

The Qin family immediately suffered a devastating catastrophe. House after house collapsed and burned to ashes, family members perished one by one amidst the flames, and the agonizing cries for help echoed incessantly.

In Grey Plain Town, every villager's vegetable patch or the slopes behind and in front of their houses typically had a few tea trees growing wild, without requiring any careful management. Every year when the new tea leaves sprouted, everyone would hand-roast a batch for themselves.

"You still remember that I am your father! Then you should be watching over Zhanxiao for me, and not let idle people take him away." Qiu Zhuoxi reprimanded Qiu Li without the slightest restraint, though his attention at the moment was entirely focused on Lian Chengjue.

Seeing Wu Yang hurry into the chemical plant, Anran silently cursed in her heart. They were going after the infected, not rushing to be reincarnated—what was the point of being in such a hurry?

Nero's [Plague Robe] move was ruthlessly efficient, practically equivalent to massacring a city. Though extremely reluctant, Tang Yun probably had no choice but to resort to a desperate plan: taking the uninfected parishioners and temporarily evacuating Gorgi City. As for those already infected, they would likely have to leave their fates in the hands of the heavens.