Volume 1, Chapter 64: No! Even in Death, Absolutely Not

"Father, Mother, after Xian'er and I are married, we will temporarily stay at the Jiang residence."

This single sentence dropped like a massive boulder into a tranquil lake.

"Very well, but he must not draw too much attention to himself; otherwise, there are plenty of powerful beings who will put him in his place." Qin Tian nodded, indicating his agreement with Bolívar's words.

"Actually, I also believe he is innocent... Very well, tell me what you wish to know," Sherian replied.

"Find Fes. I hear he is planning to hold a Blood God ritual, but I believe that kind of power rightfully belongs to me, so I intend to assimilate it," Qin Tian said calmly, glancing at Wesker.

Meanwhile, Lin Qiu had basically confirmed that Eric Moussa had nothing to do with the person who attacked Julius.

Through careful tailing and investigation, Dia discovered that this murloc had a habit of eating fruit every morning—the wastebasket was piled high with the grey apple cores it discarded daily.

"Indeed, this is a most unusual murloc. However, we had better verify things first. If this murloc cannot cure illnesses, we might as well just send them straight to the back kitchen right now," Gravis said, squatting down in front of Mochi.

Nursing a deep sense of grievance, Mochi sat at the doorway, gazing at the distant sunset as he tried to calm the turbulent emotions raging within his heart.

With it being the Princess Consort's birthday, everyone present was bound to be a figure of prominence and influence within Qing'an Prefecture. Why should he go and join in the bustling festivities? Li Yi had originally wanted to find an excuse to refuse, but upon second thought, a new idea suddenly popped into his mind. After a brief hesitation, he nodded anyway.

"I am wondering whether everything happening right now is merely a coincidence, or if someone is setting a trap for me—using a Reality Stone to trap me," Thanos muttered in a low voice.

Having seen the commoners off, Qin Yu secretly breathed a sigh of relief. To be honest, he was truly ill-suited for such matters; whenever possible, he preferred to keep his distance from these kinds of affairs.

"I understand now. Thank you." Having just caught sight of Chi, she immediately voiced the conclusion she had deduced.

"Wouldn't that be improper? She has her own arrangements," Hua Luoyu said. She certainly didn't mind practicing in front of a crowd, having long been accustomed to being the center of attention. Forget about this Hundred Flowers Grove; even if she were performing in the imperial palace, she would remain just as composed.

At these words, Lu Goujian and the others burst into hearty laughter. In their eyes, the laws of the Yan State and the warrants of the local authorities were utterly negligible. Would their young master ever care about such trifles?

The sounds of the battlefield gradually faded until they ceased entirely, leaving only the pitiful whinnying of wounded horses. At that moment, a few streaks of crimson dawn broke across the eastern sky, and day had fully arrived.

Who was President Lu? He was the head of the Lu Group, with a jaw-dropping net worth. Countless people would have to grovel and address him as a father just for the chance to catch a glimpse of him.

This was the very thought Lin Xiangru had entertained and suppressed over the years, yet at this moment, it had been unceremoniously pierced open by Lord Chang'an and poured straight into his heart.

Nangong Tian had received this news very early on. Or rather, even the date of today's event had been quietly determined by him.

Aside from the officials throughout the State of Zhao being wary of his identity and holding him in check, it was probably also due to his being a newcomer to the imperial court. In the eyes of the veteran ministers, he was nothing more than a clumsy, brash upstart. This time, he had succeeded purely by clinging to Lin Xiangru's coattails, but what about next time?

Uncle Mumu had long since placed the millennium-old ginseng he retrieved into Qi Yao's mouth. With practiced agility, he snipped off the protruding shaft of the arrow at the chest, then unfastened Qi Yao's robes and peeled them down to his waist.

"That's right, I am that legendary Princess Shouchang who is rumored to have died of illness." A Jiu felt completely drained of strength, slumping listlessly over the table without another movement. She no longer had the heart to fabricate any more lies to fob off Qi Yao.