Volume 1, Chapter 26: Young Master, You Truly Look Like a Beauty in This Attire

Night fell, cloaking the world in darkness.

"Young Master, this disguise truly makes you a beauty."

He returned to the banquet, where he happened to overhear someone reporting Su Man's whereabouts to the Marquis of Wu'an. Driven by curiosity, he followed the Marquis as he left the hall and headed toward the inner courtyard.

Sunlight streamed through the windows, making the floor tiles shimmer so brightly that they dazzled Song Ci. She shielded her eyes with her hand, peering through her fingers at the world outside. The scenery was indistinguishable, lost in a sea of brilliant white. Then, two dark silhouettes appeared within the light.

Seeing this, Yang Muxue struggled desperately against the Marquis of Wu'an. After biting him, she broke free from his grasp and threw herself onto Su Man’s back, shielding her from a blow. The single strike drained the color from her face, and she spat out a large mouthful of blood.

Looking at the muddy mountain path of the village, I estimated that it would take at least a full day to walk out of here. With these two girls in tow, it would be far from convenient to employ my swift-travel arts.

In our youth, many of us believe we will never part ways. Or, if we do break up, we vow never to speak again, remaining eternal enemies who will never offer forgiveness.

Only then did Fan Nanfeng obediently lead his troops out. Less than half an hour after leaving the city, he revealed his true colors, ordering his men to bind ten of the Fan family guards and toss them into a pile of hay. Leaving behind a notice that he had acted first and reported later, he steered the main force in a new direction, setting his sights on Futu Island.

The two returned to the shore with the fish they had managed to catch, nearly at the cost of their relationship, only for Shen Liangyi to discover that his shoes, which he had left on the bank, were gone.

"Well, I suppose I’ll count that as one of your charms," John said with a grin, flashing a row of neat, white teeth that made his skin seem to glow even in the twilight.

Similarly, Li Yuanfang did not interfere with the deal Su Man had made with the masked man. She seemed to sense that Su Man knew the man’s true identity, which explained her composure.

Liu Degang shook his head vigorously, feigning disdain as he tried to pressure Jiang Qi into lowering the price.

Under the elderly man in black's piercing gaze, he couldn't help but feel as though he were sitting on pins and needles. The fact that the elder's mental strength could actually influence others was truly astonishing.

The many spirits witnessed this as well. It should have been a windfall, but after much deliberation—especially upon seeing Black Zetsu—they hesitated.

Forget it, I suppose I should change things up for him. I only just managed to get my son back; I shouldn't scare him away.

A year ago, when Princess Luoli was forced to return to the Southern Frontier after accompanying the Southern Frontier Monarch to the Great Zhou capital, Nishang intercepted the carriage racing along the imperial road, knelt before it, and kowtowed.

Two flying daggers struck the long blade Gu Jingfeng had raised. The impact sent a sharp pain through his web between thumb and forefinger. Holding a child while wielding the sword single-handedly, he was unable to parry, and the blade clattered to the ground.

At Chen Lian's reminder, Ye Hong was startled. In truth, the way Ye Hong had been lost in thought was quite moving. Had it been anyone else, one might only call it foolish, but for some reason, on Ye Hong's face, it evoked only pity.

Su Jiuqing gave a brief account of how Su Boya had been attending to the Old Madam at home over the past few days.

Continuing from before, she mentally mapped out the layout of the buildings, floor by floor, finding that they overlapped almost perfectly.

"Come home with your brother. There aren't enough hands here. In a few days, I will have your dowry sent over, and then you can stay here—for now, no one has the time to look after you properly." Looking at the servants bustling about the courtyard, Shen Jingxuan took Shen Qingwu's hand, intending to bring her back to the Shen residence where she could be well cared for.