Cao the Scoundrel, how dare you steal my woman?!

“Traitors, a pack of traitors!”

“I have risen early and worked late, governed with diligence and resolve—how did I end up like this? Why, oh why?!”

Upon the city tower of Wuhu in Danyang Commandery, the imperial scion Yuan Shu, styled Gonglu, draped in his dragon robe, brandished his sword and roared in fury at the sky.

Consider the Yuan clan of Runan: four generations, three grand ministers, their protégés and former officials scattered across the land. After the Liu dynasty’s downfall, everyone believed the Yuan family was destined for the throne—even the prophetic verses declared, ‘He who succeeds Han shall be the one whose path is exalted.’

The elderly man’s gaze landed on Li Hangshan; he tossed him a ring without a word, and with a sweeping motion, took Xue Yingluo and vanished.

The Prime Minister’s expression was grave. “It isn’t that I was unwilling to let you take part, but that I could not. Not long ago, His Majesty spoke to me in private…” He relayed the Emperor’s intentions.

Silver Moon Fairy gently set Jiang Yan down against a tree trunk, then turned to glare at Chen Nan with unwavering intensity.

The moment Su Jin stepped through the hospital room’s door, Jiang Xue stood frozen in disbelief, staring at the once most familiar stranger from her memories.

Neither of them had recovered from the recent shock; both remained silent, lost in their own troubled thoughts, terrified that a single misplaced word might forever alter their relationship.

After all, they had once been husband and wife; Si Duomian had done him a kindness, and Xie Jinfeng wished for her happiness.

On the way, she called Gu Junzhu, asking whether he was coming to meet her at the Xie family home, or heading straight to the Jingcheng Grand Hotel.

The middle-aged man bowed slightly, then struck himself hard on the chest; a muffled sound escaped him, and a trail of crimson blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Her name had been chosen by the elder Jiang, and carried two meanings. First, she was born at dusk, ‘Evening Moon’ signifying the moon at twilight, from the phrase ‘the comet drifts west, the evening moon is full…’ Second, ‘Xi’ is a homonym for ‘joy’, hinting at Jiang Shi’s fondness for Nan Qiyue.

What was once a Cloudbeast of Black Calamity worth only a single gold coin was now valued at fifty; in such dire straits, anyone would be overjoyed—Su Luo was no exception.

Indeed, on a ship so small, there were few places to hide anything. The cabin was one, yet Chen San had repeatedly warned us to stay out of it, which made it all the more likely that that was where the trouble lay.

Tsunade’s expression was grave; she ignored Zhang Ye’s questions, focusing all her attention on treating Jiraiya.

With no other choice, Ye Lei ran about aimlessly, hoping to stumble upon some clue.

The radiant glow did not fade, but instead grew brighter and more obscure, surging with intense power.

His technique for eradicating bloodstains was so impressive that even Sarutobi Hiruzen praised it as the most powerful attack in the ninja world today.

I was sent flying by a kick from that fellow. In the distance, Changhen Wuji was shrouded in a stream of ashen light, howling like a rabid mastiff, brandishing two bronze clubs as he charged at King Chujiang.

The group exchanged glances, each seeing the same shock mirrored in the others’ eyes.

Ye Lei seemed to have fallen into a kind of frenzy, wildly shaking the control stick as if possessed.

“Though I’ve taken down the Hurricane Demon Emperor, I still can’t fully trust the Demon Lord,” Wu Tian said with a shrug.

Song Lingling, after getting into the taxi, glanced at the driver, a flash of cunning in her eyes. She punched him in the face, knocking him out cold—such things must never be known to outsiders.

The wedding mistress called out, “First bow to Heaven and Earth.” After Xuan Yuan Tingye and Murong Qingwu made their bows, they turned around.

“Here, there’s only beer—make do and quench your thirst,” Tang Hui placed a bottle in front of Li Hao, opened another for herself, and took a fierce swig.

Feeling the softness of Shu Meng’s delicate form and inhaling the faint fragrance of her body, Yu Ming could not help but be stirred.