Chapter Ninety-One: The Seven Sages of the Earth Vein

The two of them exchanged a glance and understood each other at once.

It should be said that in the Heavenly Court of the Nine Heavens, Emperor Jun was indeed a prodigy of dazzling brilliance, yet Empress Xi He was just as unfathomable and by no means an ordinary figure.

One only had to look at the myths and legends to know that Xi He’s renown was scarcely less than Emperor Jun’s; she was anything but simple.

As Hou Tu and Emperor Jun discussed the situation in the Primordial Lands and the Heavenly Court, Xi He kept her face composed, though in truth she was weighing every word in secret. By the time the two had finished speaking, she had already made up her mind.

"How about one hundred thousand?" In truth, even offering one hundred thousand made Xue Jiao feel that she was asking too much, almost shamelessly greedy.

He Baoqi had been born prematurely, but fortunately, aside from being somewhat weak, everything else was fine, and the child was healthy as well.

But that was the state of the country. What could someone already dead like her do? Thinking about it any further would only add to her troubles. Rather than waste the time, she might as well think about how to save Lin Wan.

"I want to tell him myself." Mi Qi rubbed away the gooseflesh rising on her arms and said in a softened voice. Though she looked down on talking to this rich woman, if she wanted to find that disgusting biological father of hers, she would have to endure it for now.

He did not mind laying his desire bare in such a naked way. Though he looked delicate and somewhat coy, his temperament actually favored such directness.

Quite a few people had already gathered around, and some had even taken out their phones to photograph him. Su Yu narrowed his eyes and raised a hand to greet them.

If he failed to bring her into his net and instead got beaten black and blue by someone else, then he would be utterly humiliated.

Hai gave a slight signal, and the man suddenly darted in front of Liu Zhe, swinging out a vicious kick.

Thinking of Mi Dou’s dazed and foolish expression at the time, Su Chen felt his whole heart grow warm. She was so lovely, so kind; he had to make it official at once, before someone else stole her away.

When Yang Xiangwei heard that he was truly going out to buy things, only then did she relax and descend the mountain along the same road with him.

Lei Fuhong was already injured, and his face had looked terrible to begin with; now it was even worse.

The luxurious carriage carried the two of them back to Dong Zhuo’s residence. The moment they arrived, Dong Zhuo could not wait a second longer; he scooped up Diao Chan’s supple body and, swaying drunkenly, carried her back to his chamber.

On the other side, five hundred Qin soldiers had already formed their ranks. Uniformly dressed, they looked imposing and fierce. Their spears had long since sung a dirge of parting—would tonight be their final lament?

"Who on earth is it!?" Situ Haoyu nearly ground his teeth to powder. He seized her arm, fury blazing in his heart.

"Brother Haoyu, don’t be angry. She looks clearly like a doctor here—how could she possibly have anything to do with you? You’re thinking too much." A sweet voice rang out, soft enough in tone, but with an undertone of contempt that could not quite be hidden.

Unconsciously, the two of them had already fought through a hundred exchanges. Guan Gong was drenched in sweat, and perhaps because his body temperature had risen, the blue dragon tattoo on him had somehow become multicolored, as though it were alive.

Since the light in the room was on, it meant there was someone inside. Of course there was—Xie Yeshu was sitting by the window, because this was Xie Yeshu’s room.

He casually wiped at his eyes. By now, Zhao Zilong and Tai Shizi Yi were both utterly covered in black mud, with only the mouths they opened while panting showing a faint pink. Even their teeth were black, with what looked like clumps of rotting black cotton stuck to them—disgusting to behold.

Liu Xiaoxue stood quietly to one side, watching the serious face of Jiang Moxuan as he worked. Sure enough, a man at work was truly captivating; she had actually been drawn in.

In order to win the beauty’s heart, Zhao Tian would send expensive gifts every few days to show his sincerity, even if it meant spending every spare moment delivering takeout.

The Pei family believed that it was Shen Yin who had saved Pei Cheng'an, so they brought her to the Pei household, where she lived together with Pei Cheng'an for a full eight years.