Chapter Eighty-Seven: The Competition

At first, Yan Yuanqing had little interest in this competition, especially when it came to rewards. Money held no particular allure for him. However, upon hearing about the final prize, even Yan Yuanqing became intrigued.

“Ancient acupuncture needles? Do you remember any of the other rewards?” Yan Yuanqing asked, his curiosity piqued.

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Yet the Fountain of Life could only replenish a warrior’s vitality and life force. For Meng Ruoyan, who had just wielded the demon sword, the lingering malevolent aura in her soul-sea was perhaps the most terrifying threat of all.

Just then, the sea, which had parted moments before, suddenly began to close in. Prince Mu was deeply alarmed and immediately ordered a full-speed return.

As for Elder Wu, who would have thought that the princess of the Wild Goose Dynasty had such peculiar tastes—she actually fancied elders! The word “elder” alone conjures up images of aged men, doesn’t it?

If she hadn’t provoked him first, how could he have ever cared for her? How could he have rushed to Jin City upon hearing news of her engagement to Huo Shaoting, doing anything necessary to bring her back to Myanmar?

Returning from the hospital to the Xiao residence, Xiao Fengting personally carried her out of the car. His steps were steady, betraying no trace of the severe injury or recent surgery he had undergone.

She had been uncertain at first, but the moment she caught the wild joy in Mo Sang’s eyes, she immediately understood the purpose behind her choice.

As for Zhang Yang, blessed with the “stud” constitution, there was no need to elaborate: upon seeing Jiang Lian’er, he instantly fell in love with her, launching a relentless and passionate pursuit.

As everyone around Lu Chenghuan departed, Lu Chengwan’s gaze shifted from timidity to a fierce resolve. Yue’er deftly poured the prenatal medicine into the flowerpot, then calmly pretended nothing had happened as she tidied away the tonics and fabrics sent by the palace concubines.

Han Yang followed the interstellar players into the hall, scanning the crowd with increasing concern.

Madam Zhou had managed the Zhou family for years, inheriting a commanding presence. Coupled with her longstanding resentment after years of conflict with Zhao Zhiyun, she had long awaited this very moment.

When Madam Zhou heard these words, she was so startled she dropped heavily onto the bench beside table eight. Second Young Master Zhou trembled violently.

“Li Yi, what are you saying? It was just holding hands! If you have the nerve, show me something even more scandalous,” Lin Ke’er retorted angrily, throwing Li Yi a glare.

“Would they be willing?” Ye Junyi absentmindedly pulled her hand away, continuing to trace patterns on his smooth, muscular abdomen with her fingers.

After Xifa of the Shadow Road divorced, he logged off and never spoke another word to Loli’s Li. The outcome was heart-wrenching; after all, they’d known each other as husband and wife for so long.

Junyi watched the performance of the Zeng family with bewilderment, only to suddenly see the old lady’s expression shift. Her trembling hand pointed at Junyi, demanding she kneel. Instantly, Junyi understood—the Zeng woman knew the old lady cared about children and was putting on a show. She had realized yesterday that this woman was trouble.

The topic’s protagonist appeared in the world chat, and Loli’s Li received a flood of private messages from players almost instantly.

With the clarification from the Night Emperor, she could no longer blame Lilith for her impending divorce. Yet, having caused such a commotion and hurled insults in the world chat, her momentum could not falter now.

After the old man left, Ye Junyi picked up the prescription for a look—Fructus Aurantii! Her eyes immediately brightened—Fructus! Yes, her pharmacology teacher had mentioned it could be refined, though she hadn’t paid much attention at the time, having never attended the clinical session. Seeing the imperial physician prescribe Fructus Aurantii, she suddenly recalled its significance.

“Why?” Mu Yuzhi’s gaze followed her intently, making Xia Xiaoxiao feel he was a stranger—far more unfamiliar than when she’d first seen him enter.