Chapter 150: Celestial Master Xuantong Imprisoned

The chief eunuch hurried in to report, "Your Majesty, it is Lady Gu, the wife of the Marquis of Ruyang, who is beating the grievance drum outside. Accompanying her is Lord Qian, the Junior Minister of the Court of Judicial Review."

The Emperor’s face darkened, though it was inconvenient for him to vent his anger immediately. "What is the accusation?"

"Lady Gu claims she is accusing Celestial Master Xuantong of using forbidden arts to trample upon human lives, meddling in state affairs, and forming cliques for personal gain."

"Forbidden arts? Nonsense, where would there be any forbidden arts?"

Remembering how the new batch of elixir he had commissioned was utterly ruined, the Emperor felt a pang of agonizing heartbreak.

"Why wouldn't it work? I have already taken care of all the paperwork for you, and I even pulled some strings to secure you an exchange student status at Columbia. You can go straight to their advisor; everything has been arranged beforehand, and he will have you join the team directly," Rex said.

Yet, I had never deliberately yearged or strived for anything, and yet somehow, so inexplicably, I had remained entangled with her, and with them, for so very long.

Yuan Hong walked over slowly, looking at the fleeting terror in Tang Ya's eyes, and smiled faintly. Understanding much more in her heart, she simply chose not to expose it.

"A pitcher plant?" Huofeng asked in utter astonishment, the flames blazing around his body instantly vanishing, while Leng Yixiu's mouth twitched slightly.

"Before I met him, I had never thought of marriage; after meeting him, I felt he was the one I ought to marry..." I had once read such a sentence in a novel. At that moment, gazing at Jin Fan's back, a sudden feeling just like that arose in my heart.

Prompted by Mother Zhang's questioning, Tang Ya's heart leapt into her throat. Mother Zhang must have sensed something was amiss—her stomach was completely flat, bearing not the slightest trace of pregnancy.

Song Rong glared at him, put on his glasses, and cursed, "Asshole. I'm not finished with you." With that, he strode away angrily.

"You guys rest here, I'm going to sleep first," Jin Yan said feebly. Already weak to begin with, having spoken for so long, he could no longer sustain it.

Shen Qing wisely chose to turn a blind eye and leisurely started fishing nearby. Since these two couples were here to flaunt their romance, he would simply choose not to watch.

Judging by Xue Chen's posture in holding the gun, Fu Yudie could be certain that this fellow was definitely an expert with firearms, and perhaps had even killed people before.

The threshold for the Nightingale Bar was not high; anyone could enter, which made the place appear rather mixed and chaotic.

Hua Nongying sat down right there, thinking to herself: Impossible, this rockery is so secure, how could anyone fall off it?

His gaze swept casually over Yun Wanqing, and after offering a few perfunctory words to Xiang Ruolan, he sat back down upon the high platform.

"Let me see your fearless heart. Could it be that you, having just spoken against others, are now preparing to shrink from battle yourself?" Fearing that Jiang Yi might refuse to fight, Sanzhuo abandoned his usual taciturn nature and provoked him once more.

Even he, Bai Guiqi, would not dare claim that he could enter Fengxiang City and leave unscathed.

I had never experienced the sensation of falling from such a great height before, and in an instant, I felt that this time I was truly dead.

Everyone understood that the founder of the God of War Academy must be a person of immense power, perhaps even someone from the imperial family. Today's appearance of Ling Wanqing and the silence of Vice-Chancellor Xiao Mogui at the critical moment gave Jiang Yi this bold conjecture: the mastermind behind the God of War Academy was Ling Wanqing.

Inside the super sports car parked not far from the villa, Feng Xinglang stared intently at the riot vehicle and the campervan parked in the villa's courtyard. The vehicles were still there, which meant the people inside the villa should still be around.

Xueluo could feel the hand the man had wrapped around her shoulder trembling slightly. Over and over again, the man used the warm palm of his hand to massage her shoulder, letting her feel his presence and his tenderness.

Du Ruo struggled, her hands clenched into fists, hammering fiercely against his back. Yet his arms held her in a tight embrace, pressing her head against his chest, as a painful yet low voice sounded by her ear.

His tone softened slightly, and Ye Wuwei's fluttering heart finally found a trace of comfort.