Chapter 61: The Legend of Zhen嬛, An Lingrong

"She certainly isn't crying. Why would the Empress ever cry over something like this?"

Little Huazi chuckled, "She is just venting her anger on you consorts, wishing in her heart that all of you would drop dead."

"Truly not a normal person."

Li Siqi shook her head. "No matter how the dog of an Emperor treats her, she would never harbor resentment toward the ruler who bestows her with glory, habitually transferring her wrath onto the innocent. In her mind, every single fault lies entirely with the imperial consorts."

The imperial physicians, who had served within the inner court for years, were no strangers to the Imperial Pardon Medallion. They hurried to accept it with deep bows, then scrambled toward the side of the Eighth Prince's Consort.

For instance, when an ordinary Orc vanished, no one would pay it any mind. However, the disappearance of anyone at the leader level or above would invariably draw special entities to investigate.

At this moment, the heartstrings of Kong Yixian and Zhang Ziqin were also pulled taut to the extreme. Their minds could no longer process anything else; even the question of victory or defeat was beyond consideration.

Upon entering the estate gates, the two of them strode resolutely toward the Pine Virtue Courtyard, ignoring the servants who bowed in salute along the way.

However, for people of that caliber, such bottled wines and the like were completely incapable of getting them drunk.

Recalling all she had seen and heard lately—those gazes filled with heartfelt reverence and those radiant, smiling faces—

That meant he originally hadn't intended to do anything to me, which allowed me to relax slightly. I turned away, lowered my eyelids, and began to sleep.

My mother frowned and demanded, "What are you up to? What are you hiding?" As she spoke, she reached to pull back my quilt, and I hurriedly pressed it down.

Lost in such wandering thoughts, I suddenly noticed a procession approaching ahead. Catching sight of the imperial palanquins carried by several bearers among the group, Han Dongji immediately pulled Lin Ke aside with him to clear the main path, bowing respectfully as they waited for the entourage to pass first.

Zhao Qiangwei leaned against her motorcycle, scrolling through Weibo on her phone while simultaneously keeping track of the time.

"This subordinate fears that His Majesty will press for results on schedule, and we won't be able to fulfill our mission!" Hong Chengchou said with a gloomy expression, deeply worried.

When all is said and done, Liu Xin has now become a vegetative state. If he is lucky, he might wake up today or tomorrow; if he is unfortunate, he might just sleep like this for the rest of his life.

For the first time, he felt that the distance from the eighteenth floor to the ground floor was agonizingly long. If not for the fear of being seen and causing a panic, he definitely would have used immortal arts to teleport straight home.

"What is the condition?" Hearing the Evil Monarch speak in such a tone, Guo Qin guessed there must be a condition attached. Otherwise, the Evil Monarch wouldn't be playing riddles with him at a time of such crisis.

Just as she finished stripping the quilt cover, she heard a knock at the door. Puzzled, she went to open it. Didn't Yifan have a key? Could he have left it at home?

As his voice fell, the Flowing Cloud Fire Wings beat once more. With a sound of the air being torn apart, Guo Qin flew like lightning toward the direction of the Tianwu Sect.

Chen Hu caught sight of the overwhelming wall of water crashing down toward him. All he could do was use every ounce of his strength to drive his silver spear deep into the ground, burying it as far as possible.

Nanny Gao stared in a daze as Qingshuang continuously sucked out the stagnant blood and spat it out. After repeating this process for a good while, two flushes of red bloomed on Qingshuang's face, until the blood she spat out became bright and crimson—proof that the poison had been completely sucked out.

Xiao He: How have you been lately? You seem a bit inactive; did you run into something troubling?

Gazing at the starting lineup and tactical formation chart for Arsenal handed over by his assistant, Real Madrid's young manager Zinedine Zidane furrowed his brows deeply.

Hearing Mu Meiqing hurl such insults at me, the Crown Prince simply burst into laughter. Yet I could not vent my frustration in front of the two of them, seeing as they were both personages of high status.

A poem written in vigorous and powerful calligraphy was strikingly displayed on the back of the guqin. Such a poem paired with such an instrument was truly perfection.

Aside from the Qin family, the other three major clans had ancestors who had followed the Retired Emperor in conquering the realm. To honor their contributions, the Retired Emperor had permitted them to establish their own clans.