Day 29: My Brother Loves Me Too Much

Before she even reached the courtyard of the Princess of Ruyang, she unexpectedly ran into the Princess herself, who was on her way to find her.

I naturally offered a few perfunctory refusals, my lack of strength feeling like nothing more than a pretense. I truly did not view the situation as grave, for this was not the first time Li Tan had attempted to tug at my clothes; as long as I did not consent, he never resorted to force.

Having never witnessed the scene firsthand, his knowledge remained mere hearsay. Moreover, constrained by the teachings of the Academy, he held a profound disdain for matters of magic.

Upon reaching the kitchen, he found an abundance of food: bread, cheese, ham, wine, and various fruits. Lin Ke asked, "Angie, do vampires eat food?" Two bells rang.

Although she did not fully understand, Zhang Ziqin was no fool; she could see that Sister Yixian was in a foul mood and kept quiet, dutifully accompanying her the entire way. It was thanks to her that Kong Yixian felt even slightly better.

Xue'er suggested, "Isn't there a lake? Perhaps there are fish we can eat. Since we have fire, we could use sand to fashion a pot, but we lack fuel. Looking at everyone's clothes, are we to burn what we can? And then go naked? Obviously not, but the idea of fishing is still worth a try."

Liu Dong was being a bit overbearing at the moment. After all, he truly had no idea what the outcome ahead might be.

Min Xianzhu had left quite an impression on Kong Yixian, departing with a mocking air. Zhang Ziqin, however, was not as composed as Kong Yixian; she had watched the live stream of the championship, and she genuinely felt that their Korean team lacked class.

As a normal man, Charles was not devoid of desire, but unlike ordinary people, his extraordinary physique granted him keen senses, especially his sight and smell.

The winter sunlight filtered through the swaying shadows of the begonia flowers, tenderly brushing against his brows and eyes. He suddenly turned his gaze, his eyes fixing steadily in my direction.

Unexpectedly, there was a traitor within Nangong Yulei’s army who leaked his strategy to the Ximen clan. The Ximen clan then conspired with the Demon race to set a trap, using the leaked plan to lure Nangong Yulei and the Li army he led into an encirclement, determined to annihilate them in one stroke.

The Specter was left bewildered by the barrage of questions. Lamenting that a master’s mind is ultimately more meticulous than a servant’s, he turned back to attempt a dialogue with the cunning duo to find a solution.

However, Princess Lando addressing him in such a tone left Le Tian feeling extremely dissatisfied.

This melody was a famous grand song and dance piece from the Tang Dynasty, originally a military song from the early Tang. In 620 AD, the Prince of Qin, Li Shimin, defeated the rebel Liu Wuzhou, consolidating the newly established Tang regime.

No one had explicitly stated it, but anyone could see that the relationship between Hao Jian and Zhang Ting was far from ordinary. Zhang Ting’s parents were pleased by the prospect and seemed to tacitly approve of their union.

Yet, Heaven knows how much resentment she held in her heart when she saw that face during her period of menstrual pain. Others envied her stunning beauty, but she alone loathed this face. How she wished she were more ordinary; then she would not have become a pawn, and her fate would not be controlled by others.

Nan Xiangchuan had already sat up, his large hand brushing his messy bangs back from his forehead. "Mn..." he replied languidly.

It was truly an introduction of himself; he finished after stating his name. Even Zhao Yiyang could not help but show a strange expression. How was this guy different from other divine objects? Calling himself "this baby"—I’m speechless.

"According to what this subordinate knows, the scout hiding within the Song border is an elite from the Imperial City Guard of our Great Xia. There can be no mistake!" Gesha Wu declared.

Regardless of whether Ye Zimo remembered, Song Qiqi would never forget this loyalty. Since her master had awakened, she wished to follow Ye Zimo wherever he went.

"This robe was not made in my shop!" Su Yun examined the garment Li Tan had brought with great care and stated with absolute certainty.

Or was it possible that the story had a real-life prototype, and the author had simply removed the original, changed the names, and altered the plot?

Long Xianglan, upon hearing the news of her son's death, could no longer hold herself up and collapsed. After being examined by Xiling Yue, it appeared to be nothing more than excessive grief, with no serious underlying condition.

"Lend me the equipment; let me take a look!" Xiao Rulan, finding Ye Hua’s explanation unclear, felt a twitch of curiosity and wanted to see it for herself.

The house was suddenly in a state of chaos. Naturally, they could not take everyone with them, nor could the house be sold overnight, so they had to leave people behind to guard it. The shop also needed someone to manage it; it would be a pity to close it, and keeping it open might bring in some income.

Ye Hua felt a boom in his mind, his brain nearly short-circuiting. He subconsciously turned to look at the Dark Moon Elf; in his memory, she was the only one around him who knew his secret. Sensing Ye Hua glaring at her, the Dark Moon Elf turned her head slightly away, avoiding his gaze.

"It’s truly miraculous. Could he have studied some kind of Bagua or Five Elements martial arts...?" Well, that was yet another mystery.

But the next moment, Ran Qing’s smile froze. High in the air, the wind was fierce. Ran Qing withdrew his iron spear, yet the tip did not bear a single drop of blood; Ye Xuan’s body had turned into sand in the wind. "Over here!" Gripping his spear with both hands, Ye Xuan had somehow appeared above him.

She could no longer remember the nature of that chaos. She merely sat blankly in her room, having already resolved that if he truly submitted the memorial, she would hang herself in her room immediately. She had sacrificed her heart to marry into the Prince’s manor; she would not let her dignity be stripped away as well.

Everyone enjoyed dinner, but Xiuyao was deeply troubled. Lying on the hard kang after the meal, covered by a heavy, uninsulated cotton quilt, she still could not come to terms with it. Was she really going to live such a life of poverty here?

"Hehe, Yiyi, your husband is calling for you!" Ning Baobei said with a giggle, nudging Luo Yiyi with her elbow, her face full of gloating.