Chapter 34: Bai Huan Faces the Grand Perfumer
A tall figure in crimson strode gracefully past the iridescent glazed doors. She was none other than the Imperial Incense Master. The Incense Master bowed deeply, folding her hands across her chest in a solemn salute. “Your servant, Zhen of the Incense Bureau, greets Your Highness the Consort.”
Bai Huan surreptitiously studied her attire. Her raven hair was coiled into a bun, wrapped in black gauze, adorned only with a plain silver hairpin shaped like bamboo leaves. A few wisps of hair fell near her ears, obscuring her features as she bowed her head.
She wore a crimson blouse and skirt, her waist—
“You did the right thing, brother. With a formidable figure like the war god Xing Tian, it’s wiser for fellows like us to keep our distance!” Wukong exaggerated a look of terror as he spoke, which even brought a faint smile to the preoccupied Hou Yi.
Lan Youming sighed, cast no further glance at Shirley, dressed, and walked to the door. Just as he was about to leave, he noticed a breakfast had been prepared and placed neatly on the table.
Their fate uncertain, life and death unknown, they were warriors descended from the sky, determined to deliver a fatal blow to their enemies.
“I understand,” Qing Ruifan replied, his gaze wandering the grand hall. Gu Lingge had never disclosed any details about her plans to him. She always acted alone, indifferent to others’ opinions or approval. Of course, understanding was a blessing, but lacking it would never cause her to waver.
A superior inner cultivation technique—this was exactly what he needed. Moreover, it was not just any advanced manual, but the legendary tome coveted by all in the martial world, the supreme Daoist scripture of internal cultivation.
Qian Yexue took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood off her sword before sheathing it.
The surging demonic energy tore open the ground, flinging stones and earth into the air like a tornado sweeping through.
No one knew how much Chu Luo’er meant to her, nor the depth of her influence.
This only made Tang Xiao more obsessed, driving him to neglect sleep and food, leading to the silent stupor that had consumed him for three months.
Above the fissure, thick wild grass grew, concealing the gap; without careful scrutiny, it was impossible to detect.
Even now, Wang Qiang remained deeply skeptical of the existence of talisman drawing, that stuff of legend.
To say he was unmoved would be a lie. Scouting ahead sounded simple, but no one could predict the real dangers.
“Third brother, wait there. I won’t let anything happen to them. Since I brought you out, I’ll make sure not a single one of you is left behind.” With that, Ling Chen hung up the phone.
Having recognized Chen Dingkun, Malatang smiled and said, “So it’s Uncle Chen who sells soybean pudding at the temple gate. I’ve had yours before.” She didn’t even glance at Zhao Jingwo, as if Uncle Chen, the vendor by the gate, was far dearer to her.
Yet seeing the look in Long Shei’s eyes, Long Kexin felt a twinge of guilt. If this unscrupulous prince really tried to steal someone away, he would be powerless to stop him.
Later, Huang Yitian realized he couldn’t joke as openly as before—she was divorced now—so he swallowed his words.
Back when Duan Yun arranged for Ouyang Xiangnan to work at Clear Sky Animation and helped her manage her parents’ lawsuit and affairs, giving her a new start, Ouyang Xiangnan had already come to regard him as her only man.
“Zheng the Escort Chief is dead?” Ye Chen seemed unconvinced. If he were truly dead, the jailers would have come to report it.
“Dad, isn’t it strange? Let me tell you, it was because of Ling Chen’s advice that I chose to go to Yanjing. I think he’s extraordinary, and I trust he’ll leave me with a better Yanjing.” Li Ming spoke softly.
“It’s just dinner, isn’t it? What’s so special about that?” Duan Yun scoffed at the remark.
A newborn isn’t always a child; those born with deformities are said to be demons in disguise and must be eliminated. To raise such a demon would only bring retribution.