Volume One, Chapter 23: Will You Stay the Night?

As the New Year approached, business at the brothel flourished. Tonight, Xue Chonglou, the star performer of the Listening Snow Pavilion, was performing a sword dance in the main hall. He was dressed in layers of ethereal black robes, his eyes veiled with sheer silk, styled as a blind swordsman. He appeared both innocent and seductive, radiating an intoxicating charm.

The Demon Lord did not disturb her, watching her with a mocking glint in his eyes; given her injuries, even if she channeled her energy to heal, she would not recover anytime soon.

The wedding was not a grand affair, but those who needed to be invited were notified—one could not make it look like an elopement. As for an interspecies marriage, Bai Suzhen did not demand any pomp or dowry; the most important thing was simply to announce it to relatives and friends.

"Yanyan, come along. We were just about to head to the canteen for a meal," Lin Xiaofei said softly, her eyes flickering slightly.

Ji Min dared not say anything regarding Yan Su, especially since she had previously had someone poison her. She shifted her gaze from Yan Su to Lian Wanrou, and seeing her covering her mouth to stifle a laugh, she immediately grew indignant.

He guessed that Yan Su might have overeaten earlier, leaving her stomach uncomfortably bloated, which was why the sight of food made her nauseated.

William Boken frowned as he looked at the scientist, who was still explaining the principles of the electromagnetic shield.

Young Master Wen’s return to his family home did not cause much of a stir; they waited patiently for over an hour in the queue to enter the city. When the guards at the gate saw the insignia on the Wen family carriages, they bowed respectfully and let them pass. The four carriages drove through in succession until they reached the gate of the Wen ancestral estate.

Seeing that Huang Feihu had made up his mind, Zhou Ji and the others did not try to dissuade him, merely saying they would see what happened as they went. Led by Huang Feifeng, they managed to bypass all the major strongholds of Zhaoge.

Guo Qihu nodded silently, then leaned toward Geng Han and whispered something. After listening, Geng Han understood his intent and quietly headed downstairs.

She thought to herself: Sigh! Could things get any worse? I tried to undress him, but saw absolutely nothing! I tried to force a kiss, but ended up hitting his teeth and splitting my own lip!

"Is that so..." Sean lowered his head in thought, looking back at the four corpses neatly laid out on the iron beds. Their scattered body parts had been stitched back together so that they might have a decent burial.

Yet, this reluctance would jeopardize his wedding date with Ruoyun and betray her feelings! If he did so, what face would he have to see her again? Moreover, hearing that the disaster was severe this time, he feared that this journey would be perilous. How was he to say goodbye to her?

But for Liang Yizhen, she was provided with the best food and service, kept far away from the gossip and clamor of the streets, and left to enjoy peace and solitude.

It was said that Jiang Baoqing’s medical skills were miraculous. The Princess of Qingzhen must have heard of this, for she held Gong Wan’s hand, probing her about Jiang Baoqing’s skills throughout their conversation. How could she not see through that?

Hearing that the workload would be increased, the miners who had been clamoring to bury their relatives stopped making noise. Faced with the choice between their deceased loved ones and their own survival, the stinging pain in their arms and backs made them choose themselves.

Even so, he did not retreat, nor did he look back at the others, before throwing himself once more into the raging flames.

Seeing Ning Guoxue’s gaze fixed solely on Jiang Jing, never wavering, Ning Yue recalled the saying: "A wife is not as good as a concubine, a concubine is not as good as a secret lover, and a secret lover is not as good as... one you cannot have."

Ning Yue sensed trouble and couldn't help but glance at Murong Lin, who also wore a grave expression.

The manager knew about that incident; he had seen Ye Hao’s photo online, though he hadn't realized it just a moment ago.

"I... I... haven't I already thanked you? What else do you want!" Ling Mo retorted nervously, glaring at Donglan Jiuyan, thinking she looked fierce. Little did she know that her face was flushed like peach blossoms, her cheeks burning red, and her eyes sparkling with starlight; she looked utterly bashful while trying to glare.