Chapter 43: Legend of Zhen嬛, An Lingrong

"Stop joking around. The late Emperor was not a fool; how could he possibly not know whether the child was his or not?"

"Some things are hard to say for sure!"

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Chaos! Total chaos!

The entire capital was flooded with scandalous gossip.

Even if people didn't want to listen, they had no choice, as the various rumors spread far too quickly.

In the Imperial Study!

"Absurd! Who was it?!"

The Emperor flew into a rage, nearly destroying the entire Imperial Study.

Liang Yin shouted at the guards, "Take him out and execute him!" Without waiting for any explanation, the guards dragged Peng Feng out of the hall.

Having missed its first strike, the scorpion grew even more infuriated, continuously lashing its claws at Ye Yanqing, yet all its attacks were agilely dodged by him.

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Yet what could they do? Were they supposed to defy the sect master? Were they to be looked down upon once more? Were they going to miss even this last chance to distinguish themselves? Were they destined to live out the rest of their lives in such humiliation?

Yu Yanglin abruptly turned around. Xue Hanli, Chen Qianjun, and Chang Yi also gazed with glowing eyes at Old Ancestor Meishan, whose hair and beard were fluttering wildly.

This display of friendliness was far too clumsy. Have you ever seen friendliness that involves baring teeth and splitting eye sockets?

"If brother Hanbing likes it here, you are welcome to come practice often. Now, let's get down to business; we still need to study the Raging Blood Devour." Nan Yihen suddenly turned serious, and Hanbing smiled, nodding hastily.

Hundreds of armored cavalrymen in white and silver were escorting a caravan of carriages, traveling slowly westward along the Hexi Corridor. Inside the most luxurious carriage, Wei Bin had a blanket over his knees and was dozing against the carriage wall.

Just as Xia Tian was about to plunge completely into exhaustion, the mysterious current within his body instantly coursed through his entire frame, a wave of cool sensation snapping him abruptly back to awareness.

"Having never failed before, I neither dared nor had the face to face the employer again, so I panicked and fled, running all the way until I reached Huaixian County."

However, this silence did not last long before it was broken, for the purple python had already returned. Meng Qi raised his head the moment the purple python appeared, and upon seeing its slightly furrowed brow, a sense of unease welled up inside him.

Zhou Luotong was fighting that demon in the distant sky, trading blows while stepping across a star chart. If I hadn't witnessed it with my own eyes today, I truly would not have known that this famous university professor possessed such abilities.

"How on earth did you people get mixed up with the hyena-folk?" De-Haisi asked next, a look in his eyes reflecting amazement that this place could encompass such a diverse array of bizarre occurrences.

Sailing enthusiasts among the West Europeans watched in stunned silence, those who had regained a sliver of composure jotting down information in their notebooks—the Song Dynasty fleet had made no attempt to conceal anything, and everything lay completely exposed to view.

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Nie Qi was steadfast in his convictions, having only a single immortal cultivation partner in his lifetime and a single son. By the time of his grandchildren, there were only Nie Rong'er and Nie Tianlei.

And this was achieved in just a few short months. Of course, others could never achieve such terrifying progress. That Meng Qi was able to attain this was naturally still due to the assistance of that miraculous faith source.

The room was no larger than the palm of a hand, and within mere moments, Tang Wanlian was dragged out from beneath the bed.

At that moment, she recalled the catalyst that had caused her to faint, yet how had she ended up in the Black-and-White Diamond-Patterned Coffin Shop?

Chenzi, shrouded in the darkness, gripped the talisman paper tightly in his palm. The sound of Jiang Xuejuan's panting seemed to linger before him. Was this Jiang Xuejuan? Was it really her? A restless anxiety churned within Chenzi's heart, suffocating him with a profound sense of unease. Although she possessed the exact face of Jiang Xuejun, Chenzi felt that she bore no resemblance to Jiang Xuejuan whatsoever.

Meng Qi furrowed his brow. What was this fellow up to? However, since the other party had put it that way, Meng Qi simply unleashed his Shadow Evasion technique, pursuing Long Xiaotian with all his might.

It has been so long since I last felt your gentle hand caressing my face, whispering softly, "I am back." This time, I will forever remember your smile, I will forever remember your face, I will forever remember your echo, and I will forever remember your profound eyes, as bright as the moon and as crystal-clear and transparent as the sea.