Chapter 45: The Legend of Zhen嬛, An Lingrong

"Your Majesty, this concubine only has good intentions. The affairs of the inner palace..."
The Empress was still unwilling to give up, preparing to continue persuading the Emperor.
Just then, a joyful cry came from the delivery room, "The baby is born! Her Ladyship has given birth!"
This news twisted the Empress's face in a flash of distortion.
Especially upon seeing the look of anticipation on the Emperor's face, the Empress wished she could rush into the delivery room and strangle that infant with her own hands.
No matter how fierce her inner anger and jealousy were, the Empress's loss of control lasted only for a fleeting moment.
Cheng Xunxun placed her clothes aside and looked at the box. It was a jewelry box containing a diamond necklace and matching earrings, both in very simple styles without any overly complex or cumbersome designs.
She picked them up and held them against herself, wondering if buying this sexy lingerie was her way of showing defiance and trying to provoke Ruan Bing.
She had placed all the documents needed for checking in at the Yin Corporation tomorrow inside her handbag. Without those documents, how could she possibly enter the company?
Seizing the exact moment, right as she finished her last word, Zhou Yanqing directly shoved the shrimp dumpling in his hand straight into her mouth. Cheng Xunxun was slightly annoyed, but she still ate the dumpling anyway. Upon catching its aroma, she finally realized that she was actually a bit hungry.
Li Yiming stood by, completely at a loss for words. He had practiced double-dealing in the past, and now look—Shu Man had learned to double-deal right along with him.
"I am not afraid! Mother said, better to die than submit. If you want to burn it, go ahead and burn it. Even without the Phoenix Feather, as long as I have a single breath left, I will surely find you and exact my revenge!" she said with unwavering determination.
"If there is a next time, I will make you hurt even more—hurt until you know true fear," Zhou Yanqing's voice was intensely cold, sounding not like a joke at all, but rather spoken with utmost seriousness.
"How did he die?" The Emperor abruptly turned his head back. At this moment, his eyes were wild, his expression frantic, and even a few tears rolled down his cheeks.
He placed his hand upon the face of the deceased Gu Yuanmiao. "Such a fine name, what a pity..." As his fingers brushed against her, the skin was icy cold, completely devoid of a shred of warmth.
Yet he also understood her intention in descending for this cycle of reincarnation, and moreover, he longed to see how she would handle the predicament before her, so he managed to restrain himself.
Now that this plot of land had been purchased from the locals, he could rebuild the courtyard later on. Since the goal was to secure the welfare of the elderly without support, there was no need to be overly rigid. Whether they were retired soldiers or ordinary elderly folks, he would help wherever he could—provided, of course, that he had the capital to keep things running.
The two of them wanted to stop him the moment they saw what was happening, but it was already too late. Ye Chen had already begun executing a set of military boxing routines with absolute fluidity. Finally, he picked up a piece of rock from the ground, delivered a vertical palm strike through the air, and with a crisp crack, the stone snapped cleanly in two.
Mu Xueou became even more uninhibited. In truth, over the past month or so, she had already thought things through. She knew that as long as Mu Xuanlang did not give up, no matter how many times she had rejected him in the past, he would always appear before her once again.
Relying purely on brute physical strength, the divine corpse battered the quasi-Sage expert to the point of leaving him completely defenseless.
Seeing that Xie Yulong believed his words so easily, Chen Ze instantly became certain that Xie Yulong knew of the world beyond. Among these sects, there must undoubtedly be records concerning the outside world. If he could find a way leading out, it might not be impossible to secretly cross over and catch a glimpse of the higher realm.
However, the true utility of Star Iron remained unclear to Ning Dao; he still needed to gather more intelligence. Ning Dao walked up to a cliff face, while the martial artists nearby cast looks of utter contempt. Having spent so many years lingering here, they had at least gained some experience and could distinguish at a glance whether or not an ore vein existed.
"You seized the opportunity to attack and kill me while I was still in seclusion. It seems you are truly growing desperate, aren't you? Perhaps I shall die this time, but as long as I survive, you will certainly be annihilated." From the very moment Ning Dao comprehended the Dao, he had vaguely sensed certain premonitions—things he could not put into words, yet felt nonetheless in the intangible flow of fate.