Volume 1, Chapter 45: A Subject's Wife? Whose Wife?

Hearing that familiar voice, Lin Qingwan was startled in her heart. Following the direction of the sound, she raised her head and immediately knelt down, bowing her head.

Though she could not see the person before her, after two months of adaptation, she had grown accustomed to identifying people and their positions by sound alone.

Yuan Fangjing was always carefree and spoke her mind without reservation, blurting out such words directly. Yuanluo, however, instantly blushed, not knowing how to respond to her.

Seeing Ling Youzhi break into a run, Wenren Qingyue grew even more anxious and started running as well, completely forgetting that she was wearing high heels. Suddenly, her foot slipped, and she sprained her ankle.

Along this journey, Bai Fei had witnessed all of Ren Wei's various viewpoints and suggestions, and everyone had kept them in mind. He was entirely capable of taking on this vital position—though, of course, this was mainly because Bai Fei preferred not to step into the limelight.

She was seen with an anxious look on her face, pacing back and forth, her hands tightly clutching the hem of her dress, muttering words under her breath.

Wang Yuan nodded, picked up a dessert, and sat down beside her. Neither of them spoke, each eating quietly. Outside the window was a raging storm, while inside the room reigned a long-lost warmth and silence.

Hearing these words, which amounted to a declaration of intent, Xia Mian suddenly felt more and more that she could no longer understand this man.

"Who do you think could be this kind-hearted person?" In fact, Gu Qing already knew who it was in her heart. Tang Li's words were entirely true; Lin Jinghao was indeed a man whose path was strewn everywhere with romantic entanglements.

The moment the door closed, Ji Xiaoyun finally let out a sigh of relief. Having been lashed twice with a leather belt and bound tightly, blood was seeping out drop by drop, staining her off-white clothes red.

Dong Dongyu was stunned upon hearing this. Why had Wenren Qingyue changed her tune, and how did Wenren Qingyue know that he disliked durian?

Wang Yuan did not let the person on the other end continue; he could guess whose name would be spoken. At that moment, an unreasoning panic seized him.

A distance of a few kilometers is nothing to a flying object traveling at five hundred kilometers per hour, arriving in the blink of an eye. With just a flutter of his eyelids, Tang Mingguo was able to visually analyze and determine what the flying object was—swooping through the air was none other than a World War II German Messerschmitt Me109 multi-role fighter plane!?

Seeing that he had reached the base of the stone lion on the left once more, Wang Dexhe stepped forward, twisted his body, and spun half a circle like a top. Just as he was about to continue running toward the stone lion on the right, he suddenly saw a chaotic crowd pouring out of the manor, led by the Crown Prince himself.

Careless of Bai Chenfeng's sarcastic needling—which seemed to relish the spectacle—Kang Chenzhe hurriedly gave chase.

"For that, go ask the city guardian of Donglin and the three immortal emissaries of Hanyan Ridge!" snapped the shrill voice impatiently.

Yet what was incomprehensible remained incomprehensible. Mu Jinran sat there in a daze for a long time, utterly unable to snap back to reality.

However, before his voice had even faded, he felt a sharp pain all over his body. More than a long sword had pierced right through him, and the hilts were held precisely by the personal guards standing right beside him. The subordinates who had just formed a human wall to protect him had now all made the same choice simultaneously.

The Blazing Flame Mercenary Corps halted in full formation a hundred meters away, neatly aligned, their muskets standing like a forest, their gazes burning bright, projecting the dignified spirit of a disciplined military force.

Dressed in a vibrant crimson bridal gown, with a red veil obscuring her vision, the experience filled her with nervous anticipation. Yuliu's tender, white fingertips clutched at the wedding dress, twisting the fabric into one "flower" after another as she was supported by the surrounding maidservants into the bridal sedan chair.

For the sect master to summon all capable disciples like this, it seemed the current situation would not be easily resolved.

After reporting to Mu Jinsheng that the trip would take three days and two nights, Li Xue contentedly followed Dongfeng and embarked on her apprenticeship journey into the entertainment industry.