Chapter 32: Ample Room for Maneuver

Wen Miaoting was an incredibly dedicated live-streaming assistant. As soon as Wen Miaohan mentioned starting a broadcast, she would spontaneously begin preparing all the necessary materials. Wen Miaohan felt quite satisfied with this. Yet, upon further reflection, something felt off. The attitude Wen Miaoting had toward her was something she herself had programmed from the very beginning; if she intended to awaken these two-dimensional characters, it really should start with the people around her.

"Sister, why are you so good to me? Even though I’ve enjoyed the life that should have been yours—"

Although the changes were subtle, as an intimate partner who shared his bed, he could tell at a glance.

"Yu'er, are you alright?" Liehuo slowly lowered Ye Qingge, carefully checking to see if she had sustained any injuries.

Ziyan walked slowly over to Luo Jie and sat down beside him. Seeing him sitting there stiff as a board, eyes fixed straight ahead and posture rigid, she sat next to him, then tilted her head slightly and actually leaned against his body.

The table was already set with dishes. They were truly the work of a master chef; every dish was sliced with impeccable precision, the garnishes were perfectly color-coordinated, and the roast duck, in particular, glistened with an enticing sheen.

What exactly was she trying to say? Could she please not set this kind of pace? Her legs were turning to jelly. She kept feeling as if the energy stone in her hand was like a glowing coal—it was just too damn hot to handle.

She dared not imagine what would have happened if Jiang Guo had arrived any later that day, or if Gu Tingrui hadn't saved her; she would likely be nothing more than a corpse by now.

After the old woman finished speaking, she turned and walked into her courtyard. With a loud "bang," she slammed the door shut, casting a look of disdain at them as she did so.

Several citizens by the roadside remarked in disbelief. By now, a thick column of black smoke was rising from the direction of the explosion, and those with keen hearing could even make out the faint sounds of a skirmish.

"Junior brother, when will you return after descending the mountain? Remember to bring back some fine wine for your senior brother! Also, take these things with you; it’s dangerous down there, so you must be careful!" Chen Zifeng also stepped out of the hall, caught up to Luo Jie, and pulled two items from his Qiankun pouch, handing them to him with a smile.

However, Liu Yanzhi did not intervene, for he understood in his heart that the imperial palace was not merely a place that devoured people; some matters were simply beyond one’s ability to control.

Afraid of being mocked by Yanxiang, he hurriedly used his green bamboo fan to shield his face, concealing his embarrassment. He hadn't slept well the night before, and coupled with the long journey, he was utterly exhausted, feeling weak all over and dizzy. Looking down at the bottomless abyss beneath the bridge made his scalp crawl.

Mother Xue, who had been trying her best to endure, said nothing as they cursed her son. She knew her son had indeed committed those acts, and the ensuing scandal had rocked the entire city; any attempt at concealment or denial would be utterly futile.

"What? What do you mean you can't come back?" Mu Ling sat up, supporting herself with her arms, and looked at Wuxia with a puzzled expression.

Within the Tiancang Sect, it was as if, at some unknown point in time, the place had become completely deserted, devoid of any signs of life.

However, when both of them solved the randomly selected problems—and did so almost simultaneously—Yu Jianian was left completely dumbfounded.

"Father..." Mu Ling suddenly lifted her head and called out to Mu Yanzong, but then a tightness gripped her chest and she fainted. Mu Yanzong was struck with terror; he hurriedly picked her up and shouted for a doctor, throwing the Prime Minister's residence into sudden chaos.

"Noon?" Feng Beichen looked somewhat surprised, but after glancing at the Fire Qilin, he immediately understood her plan.

The two imperial guards tasked with the escort couldn't help but exchange glances, each seeing the confusion reflected in the other's eyes.

Regarding the suspicious looks and expressions of the group, Lou Ruojin offered no reasonable explanation. He simply slumped in his chair, propped his chin on his hand, and began to close his eyes to rest.

"I’ve been sitting here for fifteen minutes already, and you still say I’m late," I said, pulling the earphone out of my other ear.

Qin Feng did not retreat but advanced instead. A terrifying Heavenly Talism slowly rose from his palm, colliding fiercely with the rainbow beam of light.