Chapter 121: Tang Liang Saves the Day! A Reversal of Fate?

“Tang Liang, you’ve returned at just the right moment!”

It was a full hour later when Wanwan finally returned to Mingyue’s chamber, a radiant smile on her lips. Seeing that everyone was sleeping soundly, she chuckled to herself, then quietly lay down beside Mingyue. As she secretly unsealed Mingyue’s acupuncture points, she couldn’t resist giving her a playful squeeze.

If they couldn’t get what they wanted, so be it. With the philosophy that might makes right, the two of them chose a teleportation portal at random and stepped through.

She knew well that Feng Tiange hadn’t had a proper rest in days. Now, with a rare moment of peace, she decided to let her truly relax.

Chen Yuting followed close behind, and the once lifeless binoculars flashed with white light. A hand beckoned for Chen Yuting and the others to proceed.

The iron door to the secret chamber swung open, and a flood of sentinels poured in, forming two neat lines. Then, the imperial officials who had just died reappeared, alive and well, striding in from outside.

“It really works!” Huan Tian was overjoyed. Gazing at the newly formed black hole, he began to plan for entering this new world.

With those words, he rose, brewed a cup of instant coffee, and handed it to Jiang Li, who took a large sip.

“There are two possibilities,” Jiang Li said. “Either Qiner’s fantasy went dormant after her death and was later awakened by something in Honglian’s heart, which resonated and triggered everything that followed; or, someone deliberately set this trap…” Jiang Li donned his sunglasses and gazed out the window.

The lingering ache in her body—especially in her most private places—reminded her that she’d just shared the deepest intimacy with that man.

Feng Tiange shot the crown prince a glance, noticing his troubled expression. She shook her hand dismissively, muttering sarcastic complaints to herself.

Feng Degui led the applause, with Gou Shun enthusiastically joining in, but the rest of the crowd remained unmoved, silent as the grave.

The alien stared at Forty-Seven, then began to transform, splitting into two identical copies.

Chaoxi returned carrying two freshly cut bamboo stalks—thick and hollowed out, large enough to completely bind a person’s arms inside.

Zhu Zijin’s heart skipped a beat. After all, Zhu Zijin was only her alias; her true name was Zhu Feng. After finding the reincarnation of the White Emperor, Shen Lun orchestrated things, tying a red string of fate between Gongsun Shu and herself, so that their meeting would appear accidental.

As the witchcraft’s light faded, Holien gazed down from the fortress to find not a soul below. He grinned in triumph. Those country bumpkins must all have perished under the magical barrage. Who knew how many more were hiding in there? Perhaps he could seize the fortress and achieve great merit.

Only now did she realize that her companion, Pomegranate, must have done something devious during their journey. Yet, she neither knew the details nor dared seek mercy from the Consort behind Pomegranate, for fear of implicating herself. The Consort had ill intentions from the start, sending Pomegranate to Dong’an Hunting Grounds under the pretense of her assistance.

The story mainly tells how An Qi’s younger sister, proud and arrogant, with no regard for others, provokes Li Jian—only to suffer a humiliating defeat in return.

This was a dance the likes of which Xie Wanqing had never seen before. Golden birds unfurled their broad wings and long tails, whirling and turning gracefully in the shimmering, radiant air, enchanting the audience and making all other thoughts vanish.

The tower ships of Great Chu had already reached their eighth generation of redesign. Traveling south along the Grand Canal, the journey was smooth and comfortable, the cabins spacious and free from stifling confinement.

To be safe, and for Avril’s own good, Jiang Haotian knew he had to create a physical body for her.