Chapter 151: The Trial in the Secret Chamber

It seemed her pain tolerance had indeed increased; she had pinched herself quite hard just now, yet didn't have such an exaggerated reaction as Jiang Shangxu. She couldn't tell if this was a blessing or a curse.

The blazing sun hung high in the sky. Xie Jingyi held an umbrella in one hand, lifted the carriage curtain with the other, and helped Madam Zhai descend from the carriage.

He had just taken a phone call before preparing to leave. This indicated that Zhang Ze was not trying to escape, but genuinely had an urgent matter.

"My knee hurts, Nianyou. I'm heading back first." With that, Cai Sheng rubbed his painfully bruised knee and walked back to his desk.

"Later on, those people opened a shop as well, but no matter what they did, their business could never take off. The truth behind the matter was eventually uncovered, and all of them were thrown into prison," Xu Haixin said, wiping away a tear before continuing.

Just as he lowered his head to speak to Mu Nianyou, he caught sight of Li Shangjing's arm, where the wound was turning purple and oozing black blood.

Manager Zhao was not his subordinate and naturally shared no spiritual resonance with him. Confused, he looked at Xie Jingyi: "Third Master, why is your spouse making eyes at me?"

Mu Nianyou walked a short distance away and looked back at the room. Through the glass window, he could see Hai Yuyu hovering around Ren Cheng with the utmost gentleness.

Tao Jingjing did not think this was a good thing at all; instead, she felt that her way of eating might be some kind of pathological condition.

Mu Nianyou nodded first, then turned back to look at Li Shangjing before processing what he had just said, and shyly shook her head.

The reeds towered above them as the four figures stepped into the dense marsh. "Stop!" Cold Blade sensed a presence, and all four froze in their tracks.

A few days later, Ye Zhen received an invitation from Ye Miao, saying that the fourth household was gathering for a get-together tonight, under the pretext of a farewell banquet for Huang Wanru, who was set to depart for Huaizhou the next day. Ye Mei and the others were also invited. Ye Zhen smiled faintly; as expected, the Madam Huang had resorted to the exact same tactic as in her past life, completely lacking in originality.

Meanwhile, Qi Ming began quietly attempting to manipulate the immortal seed, hoping to forge it into an arrow, which would surely prove to be a fatal strike.

On one occasion, Zhang Tie spoke to a corrupt official about his own prison ordeal. Filled with inner rage, he wanted to appeal his case, yet had no idea where to begin.

When her manager learned she wanted to walk away at such a critical juncture, she was naturally displeased, but constrained by the powerful benefactor standing behind her, she had no choice but to resign herself to cleaning up the mess.

Li Zixiao was somewhat bewildered. He clearly remembered holding a glowing stick, so why had it vanished in the blink of an eye? Furthermore, when he heard Ling Yue's voice, her hand was already right in front of him. How had he managed to come up here? Why was this basement so bizarre? Could he be dreaming?

"This transaction is absolute profit for Young Master Ye, with zero risk," Daji said, her laughter laced with seduction.

The brilliance of the Dao artifact illuminated the subterranean palace, yet not a single cultivator had yet laid eyes on its true form. A formidable formation barred their path, and by this point, only a little over a hundred cultivators remained in the area; the rest had largely met with grim fates.

"Yes, then please feel free to rely on me, Master," Ling Yue replied with a radiant smile.

"Tenth Brother, as soon as you arrive, you frighten the maid whom Ninth Brother carefully selected. If Ninth Brother asks about this later, don't blame me!" Mu Ximei watched the Tenth Prince grinning broadly, seemingly completely oblivious to the fact that he had scared someone, and couldn't help but speak in a tart tone.

However, Jiang Yi did not fly into a rage over this. The most important task right now was to see if he could extract some useful information.

After attacking all afternoon, Churuo realized the western gate could not be breached and shifted his target. By dusk, he altered the direction of his assault, launching an attack on the southern gate instead. Yet, he was once again repelled by the father-and-son duo Pei Renji and Pei Xingyan, who defended the southern gate.

"Rrip... crack!" Accompanied by the exhilarating sound of tearing fabric, I fiercely cast away the shreds of cloth in my hand.

Regardless of what schemes he harbored, until I found a better place to go, I had no way of leaving this place.

Feiyu had been holding Luoxi's hand for days and nights. Luoxi kept her eyes tightly shut and never opened them, while Feiyu never loosened his grip on her hand. He had grown somewhat haggard, and no matter who tried to persuade him, it was of no use.

Pushing the Thirteenth Prince aside, Mu Ximei tried to support herself with trembling hands, only to find that both her hands and feet were shaking. The puddle of water was gradually being stained red—the red of blood. The vividly dripping blood was glaring menacingly at her now, as if mocking her helplessness or perhaps pitying her sorrow.

"Don't move!" Pei Junhao said sternly, pressing a light kiss to her face as he scooped her up and carried her out.

The Crown Princess spoke each word slowly, without a trace of sternness on her face, yet the authority conferred by her long-held status lent considerable weight to her words.

Although the Eighth Prince's voice was mellow and a gentle smile still hung on his face, the gaze he fixed on Leng Yu carried a devouring radiance that sent a chill through the heart. Yet at that moment, Leng Yu reveled in this bloodthirsty glow. Finally... was it time to face it directly?

"The two of you, follow me inside!" Senior Ye was not one for lengthy preamble and cut straight to the chase. Liang Dong could tell that this senior's personality was essentially akin to a block of ice.

"Liu Hao, why are you here?" Yugi Mutou asked in slight surprise, not expecting to encounter this young man he appreciated so much at this moment. If Seto Kaiba could be like him, it wouldn't have caused so much turbulence.

Later on, she received a text message from He Zijun stating that he had to go abroad due to an urgent matter, telling her to take good care of herself and promising that no matter what happened, she should wait for his return before making any decisions.

Beidou looked at her with some perplexity. Ouyang Xiao was no ordinary person; as the prime minister, he shouldn't have been this leisurely at a time like this. He had already spent the entire afternoon idling here, so why was he still lingering around this evening, without even being summoned by the Emperor?