Chapter 89: Undoing the Knot

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A Veil of Gauze

“What else could we do!” Zhang Feng replied nonchalantly, his eyes fixed intently on her body, as if he wanted to see right through her.

Yet, considering she had a free “coachman”—and that it was none other than the Crown Prince of the Han Night Kingdom who had invited her—Li Wuxin reluctantly climbed into the carriage. At the very least, this solved her problem of not having a ride to Yunling Mountain.

In an instant, the endless sea vanished without a trace. The three Wu brothers hovered in midair, staring down at where the sea had disappeared beneath their feet, then across to the floating expanse of blue ocean opposite them. Their faces were ashen, the color drained by shock.

She felt utterly helpless staying here. An inexplicable urge to destroy welled up inside her; everyone around annoyed her, and she even wanted to see Xiahou Ce and Xiao Qingcheng get into a fight.

“You don’t recognize me?” Chen Maoqing asked softly in return, his tone lifting at the end like a cobra suddenly raising its head, hissing through its bright red tongue. With a single look, he had discerned that Gu Lian recognized him but was pretending otherwise.

So, when she emerged a moment later, the tasks assigned to her were much lighter—just a small bundle of simple clothes to wash, mainly undergarments and the like.

Just a second ago, they had been mortal enemies. How had it suddenly turned into a grand drama of family and emotion?

Ahu did strike, and with ferocious force. His fist hurtled toward Ye Tianyu like a thunderbolt, the blow packed with overwhelming strength. Unfortunately, his punch never even touched Ye Tianyu.

At last, she no longer fumbled as before. The word had always been in her heart, but she had never dared to say it aloud.

The script was opened; the first few pages remained unchanged, but from the third page onward, things began to grow strange.

Even knowing that marrying Qin Muye would mean a life free of struggle, few would dare to take that leap.

Though she had never been part of a fan circle, just surfing the internet inevitably exposed her to all sorts of celebrity fandoms.

Shi Miwei was far inferior to herself; sooner or later, Qi Yu would kick her away, Katherine grew ever more certain of this.

This room was unused, but ever since he returned from paying respects to the Sun Treasure Bodhisattva, he had made it his personal shrine.

The pulse was somewhat erratic, but fortunately there was no serious harm. She released his hand, rose on tiptoe, and straightened his askew hat.

He brought Xu Wei unwelcome news: Lord Miga of the Eastern Xianbei, having seen the rattan-armored army attack Youzhou, was perhaps hoping to fish in troubled waters, or fearing mutual destruction. He led thirty thousand Xianbei cavalry to harass the rattan-armored army’s grain routes across the grasslands.

Everyone gazed at the dining table at the heart of the military camp. Seeing Huang Shang acting as if nothing were amiss, their hearts filled with the same thought: What is this useless man doing here? Yet, out of respect for Huang Hai’s authority, none dared voice their doubts.

With a wave of his hand, Chen Liangyu dismissed the hundreds of engineers. For now, their top priority was to perfect the antimatter engine. Of course, to facilitate movement, their first task was to install elevators at every massive entrance.

The villagers in the courtyard meant no harm. Some helped Langlang’s father pick vegetables, others helped wash them, and still others chatted away. Yet it was only those who loved to talk and laugh who could truly bring life to this gathering.

Everything proceeded in an orderly fashion. The resentment clinging to the White Bone Demon was steadily diminishing, yet in the depths of the White Bone Cave, it was growing ever more intense. By the time only a sliver of resentment remained on the demon herself, the concentration within the cave had doubled.