Chapter 51: Legend of Zhen Huan, An Lingrong

"Weren't you about to give birth?"

Li Siqi looked at her with some surprise. "Why, can't you feel the pain?"

"It hurts!"

Noble Lady Fucha nodded honestly. "With you not around, I don't feel at ease."

"Alright then!"

Li Siqi was speechless and instructed the people beside her, "Quickly take her to the delivery room."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The personal wet nurse and senior maid supported Noble Lady Fucha as they headed toward the delivery room.

Before leaving, Fucha...

This prompted many students to spontaneously gather at the entrance of the school cafeteria, and this time, the Student Union members had no way of making Li Muhua and the other two leave.

This tacit understanding between monarch and subject could not be forged overnight. Back when Yang Guang was still the Prince of Jin, Eunuch Shang had already been serving by his side. It remained the same all the way until Yang Guang was established as the crown prince, and later when he ascended the throne.

Yi Le knew very well how he had recognized Megumi Kato; without that ability, he would never have been able to identify her. In short, given the ambiguous relationship between them, it was impossible to recognize each other simply by a handshake.

He wanted to forge two swords—two swords possessing sword spirits. He would infuse our souls into the blades, turning my brother and me into sword spirits.

He was somewhat at a loss as to how to describe his current mood. Joyful? That didn't quite fit. If members of the Divine Court of Truth had come, he would probably be crying instead. Right now, what filled his heart more was an inexplicable sense of loss.

Yi Le didn't look at Emilia, but instead stared at the middle-aged patrol officer. Hearing Yi Le's words, the officer was also stunned for a moment, then sighed and waved his hand, signaling that Yi Le could leave.

"Senior Brother Yingmu, you are in the wrong to say that. We are all here for contribution points, how can you say our paths are different!" said Li Yuyun.

The person who came to deliver the invitation in person did not hide his identity as a guard of the Commandery Governor's estate. This invitation to River Plain was at the behest of the newly appointed Commandery Governor; as long as they agreed to go, the Governor's estate would provide them with a generous monthly stipend.

"Shut up, all of you!" Hearing those foul words, Ren Yunxiao directly unleashed the spiritual energy around her and vented it toward those people.

Mo Jinghong recalled the elixir-master classmate of Yun Shuran that Yun Aotian and Yun Shuran had mentioned when they came to their house to break off the engagement, and a flash of understanding crossed her eyes.

Actually, matchmaking for others at a dinner table carries this unique character as well—that sheer, unpretentious earnestness is unmatched by anyone.

"You've come just in time. Were the three of you just escaping from over there?" Dai Yichen asked impatiently.

The two powerful figures who were about to subdue Si Tianyi were instantly suppressed by Pujing's imposing aura, standing frozen in place.

An old beggar was lying in a pile of grass by the roadside, intermittent snores drifting out from time to time.

"Alright, Father, just tell me whatever you need done." Nan Qiao's attitude was very sincere. Since she had taken over this body, as long as it was someone who treated the original owner well, she was willing to treat them well too.

If their Xiao family were to be wiped out silently like this today, and he, Su Bai, as the chief military officer of South City, could play no part at all...

Listening to the emergence of one lifestyle-oriented and auxiliary martial art after another, Xu Qing's brows inevitably grew complicated and heavy.

He was very full; the wooden Buddha was the best he had ever eaten in terms of both quality and quantity.

Stamping on it a few times, he crushed the pitiful cell phone into several pieces as if dealing with some ominous object, and kicked the shattered components far away.

After the physical union, things would be vastly different from before. Now, Zhao Yuhuan had already, consciously or unconsciously, treated 613 as her other home.

Luo Xuan watched Pojun's visage tower within her bright pupils, and suddenly felt an unprecedented and fierce panic—in these most beautiful pupils in the world, she saw their mountains, seas, and cosmos, she saw their past and present lives, but she alone could not see her own future.