Volume 1, Chapter 59: Conceive a Child Within a Month

Li Lan was jolted awake by a basin of ice water. When she opened her eyes again, yellow sand filled the sky, and violent gales swept across the earth. The armies of both sides stood in stern array, and the flames of war were poised to ignite.

Behind her stood tens of thousands of barbarians. Kedash led the generals, mounted on warhorses, at the forefront of the formation, while the sound of battle drums shook the air like thunder.

Though somewhat hesitant, Kenji Uo still withdrew the dagger in his hand according to Akira Uo's instructions.

Furthermore, he hoped to establish a connection with the other party through this, so that should any truly dire circumstances arise in the future, he could hire these battle-hardened veterans to help him resolve troubles.

Standing seven or eight paces away, Jiuyou gazed at the charred wooden stake with eyes full of reverence; although it was exalted as the Ancestral Demon of Jiuyou, it held the Willow Deity in the utmost respect.

For Chinese soldiers, the Secret Operations Bureau was the place they dreamed of joining.

Within Ye Xuan's body, immortal energy surged continuously, erupting forth in a mere instant.

The moment Lou Xuelan mentioned her deceased son, uncontainable resentment welled up in her heart, causing her to cast a venomous gaze upon the old man's retreating back.

For a long while, the people remained frozen in place, until the reporters began pulling out their mobile phones and frantically making calls.

The company had received no notice whatsoever; the other party had simply arrived like this, clearly concealing some ulterior motive.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Banxian appeared alone outside the Dragon-Guarding Palace, his arrival instantly drawing the attention of Mosheng within.

"Aunt Ting seems to be pregnant." Mu Yangling scooped the person up like a gust of wind, carrying her into the house and placing her on the heated brick bed.

His meaning could not have been clearer: these musicians were all skilled instrumentalists from noble families. The musical arts of the Illusory Sound Palace were renowned worldwide, and if a few members of the Illusory God Clan could master this skill, it would undoubtedly be of immense benefit to the clan.

"By the way, remember this matter, and don't let that fellow named Tan Jun find out. Within the Heavenly Summon Alliance, you had better stay away from him and not say a single word to him," Baihuang Yi nodded, suddenly offering this admonition to Tu Linglong.

What puzzled Mu Yangling was that grain shops in the northern lands—such as those in Xingzhou Prefecture, Hanzhong Prefecture, and Lin'an Prefecture—did sell whole seeds, though very rarely. Yet for some unknown reason, merchants traveling north and south all dared not trade in corn seeds.

Mingzhu did not make this claim idly, for in her memory, Madam Ai was carrying a boy in this pregnancy, specifically the youngest male of the younger generation. This child was the sole surviving bloodline of the Fu family who narrowly escaped death and was sent away in the company of the Cui family.

Driven by this thought, Zhao Lijun's gaze towards the rough jade stone in Huo Sining's hands was scorching with anxiety, almost burning a hole through the gambling stone with his glare.

Yet a single transaction on the high seas had cost him such a crucial person, equivalent to carving a piece of flesh right out of Fujiwara Qingpu's heart. How could he not be furious?

Qingzhu hurriedly wiped her eyes before heading out. Passing right in front of Biyou and Hongxia—the two maidservants who had been planted there—Qingzhu deliberately brushed aside her hair to display the gleaming silver phoenix hairpin to them both.

Huo Sining was stunned by that look, and before she could react, she suddenly heard a sharp, whistle-like sound of "chi" pierce the air.

The Yang family could no longer afford to lose. Having offended the He family, Yang Jingting had already lost all hope of promotion this time. All the hopes of the Yang family now rested upon her, so such a threat from her was naturally effective.

"Sober? This Empress thinks you are utterly muddled! If you marry the Exalted Lord, have you ever considered what your life will be like afterwards?!" The Heavenly Empress said in a near roar.

After hastily wolfing down a few mouthfuls of rice, Su Qingyuan grew so drowsy she could barely keep her eyes open, wishing she could immediately burrow under the covers and sleep the day away.

Yun Qinghong tilted his head back, his eyes tightly shut, while his clenched fists continuously emitted the dull sound of shifting knuckles.