Chapter 142: Something Has Been A Little Off Lately

"Your Majesty, have you forgotten the cautionary tale of relatives of the empress monopolizing power?" someone rolled their eyes and remonstrated earnestly, arguing that under no circumstances should the Yun family be allowed to rise above everyone else.

I shouldn't have started fighting Zhan Xintang without offering a single explanation when he descended to the mortal realm to capture me.

Gu Lanshan let out a disdainful huff this time, still not sparing Sheng Shi even a glance.

The wedding ceremony was held on a vast lawn inside the castle. A large, long red carpet was laid out in the center of the lawn, with a priest-style table at the far end. The sides of the carpet were adorned with blooming roses, making it obvious that they had meticulously set up an open-air chapel on-site.

Feeling that he had pronounced it correctly, the baby burst into giggles. He was a smart baby; for the sake of his beloved bead, let alone asking him to say two or three words, even if he were asked to say two or three sentences and given an hour, he would be able to learn them all.

His seemingly casual remark, however, served as a reminder that something was deeply amiss with this situation. Yes, Chen Muyang’s greatest aversion in the past was having Wu Jinnian by my side. Why would he have him come today to accompany me?

While others engaged in snowball fights on snowy days, he actually made his class map out geographical coordinates on the snowy playground.

Furthermore, Qin Lang had consistently been helping her and Zhou Sen with their affairs; now that he had fallen on hard times, how could she possibly refuse to help?

Loth furrowed his brow. Could that phrase even be used that way? And as for that name... why did he feel like Luo Yi was spouting nonsense again?

Shortly after, the clinking of two glasses rang out. Loth drained his glass in one gulp, and Zhu Sisi similarly finished off the red wine in her cup in a single breath.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Qian grew hot-headed. How could this old man actually accuse him of lying? Just look at what the later Ming royal family had degenerated into.

Qin Wu knew what she meant; after all, power struggles within noble families inevitably involved life-and-death battles. If anything were to happen to Qin Wu right here, and Xie Raoqing happened to be present as well, it would indeed easily give rise to misunderstandings.

Yuhuang tore Changsheng Tianzun apart several times, but Changsheng Tianzun also seized the opportunity to slash open Yuhuang's body with a single sword stroke.

Jiufei understood that Zhang Huilong was merely a driver. Even if he had traveled a long distance in person and was inquiring about news concerning a former leader, the other party's words would undoubtedly be smooth, polished, and evasive.

Chen Qifeng, captain of the security company, could not help but stare indignantly at an enemy fighter plane roaring overhead as he spoke.

Shouldn't the correct course of action have been to escape first, let Shen Ling and the Dark Harvester fight each other to the death, and only then step in to reap the rewards as the fisherman?

Lü Fuhui's wet nurse and someone as loyal as Lanyu should have devised a contingency plan long ago. How could they be acting like this now, knowing only how to wail uncontrollably without even the slightest intention of moving the person onto a bed? They appeared completely paralyzed and devoid of all wits.

She merely prepared herself to depart at any moment. She dared not touch the trunk or anything inside it by so much as a finger, lest Biluo grow suspicious—those were already Biluo's belongings, after all.

With a roar, the airplane took to the sky. Though reluctant to part, Carissa and her mother boarded the aircraft, and of course, her mother Delina shared that same reluctance.

Renault was already familiar with the process, as if he had attempted it millions of times before, and entered that ethereal state of mind in a mere fraction of a second.

He was a middle-aged man clad in tight-fitting, opulent garments, his gaze sharp and piercing. Sweeping his eyes across the surroundings, he said coldly, "Fabricating intelligence at will—this is what happens to those who do." With that, the middle-aged man dragged the unconscious body, which had been smashed onto the ground and left for dead, out of the room.

"Comrade Si'an, don't be nervous. Do you not recognize me anymore? I am Wang Shanqi!" the leading man said in a gentle tone.

Proud and Unyielding to Heaven fell silent. There were some things he understood, but understanding did not mean he could accept them. As a man of iron and blood, whatever one wished to achieve could only be earned through one's own efforts. If one still had to resort to schemes and plots while playing a game, could this even be called a game?

Xiling Biyao's marriage into the Duan family was a settled matter and could by no means be altered. Yet Xiling Biyao's arrogance and discourtesy made the Old Madam intensely dislike her.

They had been unable to turn their fortunes around for all these years; though they controlled the master of the manor, they could not do so openly. Although the Fallen Phoenix Manor had now become a vassal state, they would be able to hold power directly in their own hands, which could not be better.

"Very well, you two should return now. No matter what, let us head back to human territory first!" Having finished his sigh of mixed emotions, Wang Yitian finally recalled the primary objective and once again reminded the Wraith King and the Yaksha King. The Yaksha King and the Wraith King nodded simultaneously and vanished back into the pearl.

Hearing the voice of the Left Envoy, Shi Mingyue steadied her mind and commanded, "Dare they trespass upon Moon City! Notify all the lords to prepare for battle. This palace will ensure none of them return alive." Lü Mingyue regained her confidence; with the strength of Moon City, why should they fear a mere thousand or so intruders?

The next day, the fleet set sail from Champa. Realizing they would reach Changle in Fuzhou in just ten days, Zheng He's heart gradually settled, and the expression on his face softened considerably. Taking this in, Wang Hou thought to himself: Why not seize this opportunity to propose to Commander Zheng that he officiate the weddings of Mo Gong and Fairy Baihe, as well as Liu Zhaohui and Zhuang Zhaoxue?

Zhou You held a somewhat dismissive view of this "connection-based hire." Huang Ying did not mention that yesterday's so-called test was entirely orchestrated by Su Nan, but the superficial pleasantries still had to be maintained as she led Su Nan and Bai Yun to introduce them to the department staff.

"Because of this face of mine," the Fifth Princess said, casting a somewhat fervent gaze at Meng Peng, this uniquely extraordinary individual.

What the hell, did I end up entering hell? Everything around my body is pitch black, nothing can be seen, and there is even a persistent, faint scent of soil.

Seeing his pathetic state, Su Nan did not soften his heart, nor had he figured out how to deal with him just yet. Killing him was out of the question; the primary objective was to infuriate the Zhao family and make them miserable, which had already been accomplished. As for the rest, it would depend entirely on his mood.