Volume One, Chapter 115: It's Time for Us to Have a Wedding

Yan Qiuning rolled around several times in the man’s embrace, unwilling to open her eyes. “Why do we have to get up so early? I’m so tired.”

Yang Ruoli sobbed again. “I really ought to try and adapt to this environment, but I just don’t know how.”

Qin Huan’s eyes reddened. She bit her lip before finally looking up and saying, “Rong Zhen, even if we can’t be lovers, we can still be the best of friends. Whenever and wherever you need me, I’ll be there for you, to help you.”

With a loud thud, a burst of sword energy struck the head of the statue of the God of Light, and in an instant, the head tumbled from the sky.

Yet what use is pain, what use is torment? You were born before I was, I grew old before you did; even if I exhaust all my strength in this life, I cannot compete with her early arrival, with her good fortune.

“That’s enough, Prince Yan, you should leave. Our Snow Kingdom can no longer accommodate a figure like you!” Nangong Xuewu said coldly to Lei Yu.

Shi Min checked the time, then glanced outside. It seemed rain was coming today—being picked up wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Fu Jiayi and Han Yunlin’s eyes were filled with happiness; even Jing Dongnan, Jiang Muyu, and Bai Ning couldn’t help but share in their joy.

“I understand,” Ximen Hao replied coolly, showing no reaction. He continued to gaze idly out the window, who knew where his eyes were fixed.

The luxurious business van sped swiftly along the smooth, wide road. Shang Peidi leaned back against the seat with his eyes closed, feeling somewhat weary.

The madam hugged a bundle of money, grinning like a withered chrysanthemum. The girls beside her looked obsequiously at Beichen Xi.

The hospital had no fear of the Medicine Sect monopolizing the market and arbitrarily raising prices; the authorities had other cunning ways to keep the prices down.

Hu Zizai didn’t move, tossing another spirit bead into his mouth. Mu Dadai replenished him from time to time.

This is obesity in the broad sense—not merely an excess of fat, but also a debilitating frailty of the body.

Gu Qianyu pretended not to notice Xia Jinhe’s hint, said nothing, and stood with his hands behind his back, delighting in the spectacle.

The attendants of the Palace of Cherished Elegance knelt in a dense crowd. The emperor sat rather sternly in the main seat, a stack of white paper dolls by his side.

Li Guangcai proposed, “There are many people in the square. To avoid harming the innocent, I suggest neither side use ranged attacks or throw anything.” Both agreed.

The voice from behind made Akina Nakamori tremble slightly. She turned to see Masahiko Kondo in his black coat. One had to admit, as Johnny’s top idol, he was indeed striking.

All along the way, their pursuers never let up. Fortunately, luck was on their side, and they managed to evade them every time, though their clothes were left in tatters.

“The Prince of Su?” Hearing this, Jing Cheng also felt a trace of doubt. The Prince of Su was getting older with each passing day, and rumor had it his health was failing. Why would he suddenly meddle in this marriage?

Before he could figure it out, the man strode over in two steps, yanked He Lang from his back, and in the blink of an eye, the two vanished before his eyes.

“Are you talking about Fu Xueying, young master? She clearly attempted murder, yet you call it letting someone off? That’s a rather flimsy excuse.” Bai Gongsha smiled, her left hand moving ever so slightly.

“Young master!” the old man cried out hastily. For Jiu Zhen to have such cultivation at his age—his background could hardly be simple.

Some questions, however, were truly difficult for Huo Chengjun to explain. “Don’t mind what they say. Just remember, you are a princess of the Han Empire. No one would dare show you the slightest disrespect.” Huo Chengjun hugged Jingwu in her arms. Hearing her child’s babyish call of ‘mother’ made her all the more doting, watching over the child with the utmost care.