Chapter 64: In the Future, You Will Understand This Subject Even Better

Shen Congyan leaned forward, fixing his gaze squarely on her. "Your Highness, what if I wish to take you as my wife?"

Jiang Ning clenched her fists tightly, her fingertips turning pale.

"Shen Congyan, are you deliberately trying to make things difficult for me?"

Observing the young woman's irritated expression, Shen Congyan let out a soft laugh. "Your Highness need not be angry..."

Seeing that Zhao Liurou was not joking in the slightest, Liu Ruo knew the matter was certain.

"I... I failed to reach an agreement with my mother; she was very displeased, but I still decided to leave with you, to the ends of the earth. Yet look at you, still lingering in this den of gentle indulgence," Meixiang said, looking deeply aggrieved.

The abbot showed not the slightest sign of backing down. The bowl of pure water remained right in front of Lin Xi, refusing to be withdrawn simply because Lin Xi was unwilling to accept it.

In this world, there were no more schemes or calculations, only a gentle spring breeze brushing against my face. Bathed in the radiant spring sunlight, I smiled faintly.

Under normal circumstances, the Water God would never unleash this technique, for its destructive power was far too great, and the collateral damage to the environment catastrophic. Within a radius of a hundred miles, whatever the terrain might be, it would transform into a vast ocean, and the floodwaters would never recede, persisting for eternity.

"The Crown Prince of the Southern Yan Kingdom?! Hahaha... I'm terribly sorry, Old Yue, your days as crown prince are numbered, because I am going to obliterate the Southern Yan Kingdom in a moment!" Jiang Yuhan burst into loud laughter.

Before I could figure out what was happening, my body felt suddenly heavy, and with a dull thud, I crashed to the ground.

Against the backdrop of a picturesque setting sun, two men rode on horseback, one closely following the other. Giving their steeds free rein, they galloped swiftly toward their homeland!

Yuxi buried all her doubts deep within her heart. Standing in the center of the living room, she felt a trace of chill creeping up her spine.

Originally, she had no wish to go out today, but since these individuals were all residing in her side halls and had come together to invite her, she dared not refuse. She simply could not fathom what deep-seated hatred Lady Zhang held against Consort Gu, causing them to lock horns so fiercely the moment they met. After all, this took place within her own palace, and she could not simply walk away.

Even if some monster were to suddenly spring forth, it would certainly be no match for Reimu. Still, having walked such a long distance without encountering even a ghost, it was truly rather unexpected.

Yet, despite his terrifying reputation, his striking good looks and unique temperament made him look much more like a scholar than an emissary of death.

The two demon leaders, the dozen or so surviving demon subordinates, and Morgana, the Queen of Demons, were all frozen in place at this moment, falling into a prolonged and heavy silence.

The consequence of sneaking out yesterday was that today's physical training was doubled. By the time the session ended, she could no longer even straighten her back.

First, he met with the Compax representative, Edgar Cary, an American with classic Anglo-Saxon features. Wearing the friendly smile characteristic of a businessman, Edgar greeted Professor Kim Jong-dae cordially.

"Your reason?" Zhang Heng's expression remained completely detached, neither angered by Baron Trask's retort nor weighed down by anxiety or frustration. There was only a profound calm, leaving Baron Trask utterly unable to gauge his personality.

Although this method was sound, it still could not alter the dire situation in America; even if it succeeded, countless demons would be sacrificed in the process.

Born into the imperial family, there were certain things Yang Ning had no choice but to do. Furthermore, he still needed to travel to the capital to settle a past entanglement.

Events proved that he had bet on the right horse; Kalan's subsequent actions confirmed his speculation. Had she truly wished to kill them, she would have struck long ago, rather than toying with them like a cat playing with a mouse.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. In the room, apart from the humming of various precision instruments not far away whose names Qiming could not identify, there was absolute silence.