Chapter Ninety-Seven: Brother Ziyuan Is So Foolish

A man and a woman wandered through a jewelry shop for a while, buying all sorts of cute, delicate little trinkets.

Sure enough, glittering things like these were loved by girls, the assistant thought with a sigh.

After being subjected to that display of affection, he found himself wondering whether he ought to buy a cute hair clip for his girlfriend someday.

In truth, he did not know that for girls, liking something sparkling and beautiful was only part of it; the most important thing was who gave it to them. She felt that even if Mu Tingye quietly drew her eyebrows for her in some secluded corner, that too would be happiness.

These past few days, the girl had been circling around Mu Tingye and Cheng Yanran, almost forgetting all about Mo Ziyuan.

In short, through this speech, everyone present had already seen it clearly: a dazzling new star was rising.

With Consort De plotting against the emperor, Prince Li forcing his way into the palace, and Prince Rui risking his life to protect it, he no longer needed to scheme. The emperor was old now, far less vigorous than he had been five years ago. This realm needed a new ruler, and Prince Rui had become the last remaining choice.

His gaze was fixed tightly on the computer screen, and he glanced down at the time on his phone, waiting for the moment the product would go on sale.

This whole chain of events was somewhat baffling, but Qin Muchen had always had sharp eyes and could see what others could not. He felt that this Young Master Fengshang was highly unusual, yet the people he had sent to investigate had still brought back no news. It seemed he would have to find an opportunity to meet him himself.

The Mr. Jack beside him was also languid. Ever since this big fat cat had been cured by Chen Jierui last time, it had started overeating again and had put on quite a bit of weight.

"Many thanks, Heir's Consort. Many thanks, Heir's Consort." This time, no matter how Gu Qingwan tried to stop her, she insisted on kneeling and kowtowing to express her gratitude. Gu Qingwan could only let her be.

The smug, contemptuous look on her face changed abruptly when she saw the new comments, and her hand trembled slightly. This... how could that be possible?

"My lowly name would only sully the emperor and empress's ears." Her voice was lovely as well, soft and quiet like a magnolia in bloom, poised and graceful.

However, this was still different from Shoreline Technologies. The latter had the core technology firmly in hand and had merely been brought low by a team of useless allies. The gossip-hungry netizens naturally sided with Ye Hua and Shoreline Company as the innocent parties.

Tang Yue looked at Tang Hu in surprise, and even Yang Liu lifted her head at the sound, astonished beyond measure.

While dealing with the two fairy sisters, Demon Emperor was also keeping an eye on the movements around him, because another Ye Hua was still hiding nearby, and he did not know when a sneak attack might come. He dared not be careless.

"Pah!" The burly man spat to one side and laughed. "Trying to run? I think you don't want to live. You ate my buns without paying, and you still dare bully my wife? No one in this world is allowed to bully my wife. You've got some nerve, haven't you? I'll smash you to death!" With that, he actually lifted Liang Luo high above his head.

Gu Chaoxi set down his tea, said nothing, and walked out, taking Bingwu with him and closing the door behind them.

Gu Chaoxi froze for a moment, then used his sleeve to carefully wipe the sweat from Bingwu's forehead.

But... none of the eleven passages here had any monsters? Could it be that all eleven were actually correct? Yet these passages had not been untrodden by others. If they were truly correct and could lead to the destination, then why had those who went through them never found it?

The Ice Monkey did not even use a Light Spell to drive back the darkness; he was afraid that the moment he began chanting, he would be ambushed. He simply fired one ice pellet after another into the darkness, a spell that, thanks to his Ice Demon bloodline, required no casting time. Not being able to see was no problem. He would just fire blindly. With so many ice pellets going in, he refused to believe not a single one would hit.

Ahead of them stood a great throne of vines, with two enormous vine dragons coiling along either side of it. The banquet before it was even more lavish: piles of unfamiliar fruit, a roast chicken nearly as large as a man, and countless jars of wine arranged neatly along both sides of the tables, while Xing Yuan and the others sat there drinking and chatting.

Lu Zhaoan wanted to circle back to the subject, but Lu Qingyun kicked him again. In truth, after something like this had happened to Lu Jiaojiao, there were only two possible endings: either she married Zhu Changrong, or she went to a temple and became a nun, spending the rest of her life in the company of green lamps and ancient Buddhas.