Chapter 37: A Daughter Grown Is Not One to Be Kept

"Brother Minghua, do you not remember me?"

The young woman's voice remained as cloyingly sweet as ever. Every time she called him "Brother Minghua," Zhao Minghua felt a suffocating sensation, as if his lifespan were being whittled away.

"Should I remember you?"

Zhao Minghua looked at Qingsheng in confusion. Qingsheng’s eyes were already twitching; his mistress was right, the young master’s memory really had been eaten by dogs. Wasn't this the eldest daughter of the Xiao family, the one betrothed to him? Oh dear, he didn't remember her—what would happen next?

"I alone, with a single sword. I will not permit anyone to interfere. Do you dare?" Qiu Shaoze’s voice remained calm, as tranquil and ripple-free as the surface of the deep sea.

Shen Yunxi rose slightly, tilted her head to glance at the silver moon hanging high in the night sky outside the window, then turned to him and asked, "Have you been busy until this late every day?" It was already well past midnight.

"Do not worry, Mother Empress. Your son will be fine." Yan Zimo knew the Empress was worried about him, so he offered a light smile to reassure her.

The newcomer turned pale with fright. She moved with such ethereal, liquid grace from the main gate to the front of the house that Qin Qianjue was left in awe.

It turned out that after Feng Linye had been summoned away by Eunuch Li, Shen Yunxi had helped the slightly tipsy Empress Dowager onto a soft couch to rest, while Xiao Yihan stood by, ready in case he was needed.

The village was small, consisting of only a dozen households. Luo Qian'er knocked on the door of one home, and after explaining her intentions, the family proved quite hospitable and let her in.

Furthermore, Zhang Yifei now possessed the strength to do so. He decided that he must have his revenge, and he would repay the grievance a hundredfold.

Only by changing the Emperor's impression of Ling Yuwei could he possibly hope to arrange a marriage between her and Nangong Yi.

Unfortunately, things were not as peaceful as imagined. Ling Feng stood there with a dark face, brow furrowed as he waited for Cheng Xia, looking thoroughly displeased, as if he wanted to tear Cheng Xia apart alive.

A-Li, A-Tian, and several new recruits under Wang Qiang’s command all headed toward the observation area in a boisterous clamor.

The group gazed at the scattered islands ahead with immense curiosity. Most of them had lived inland their entire lives and had never seen so many islands or that endless, level horizon; their hearts were filled with anticipation.

"I directly performed a 'soldier's dissolution,' condensing a mass of Azure Dragon essence blood to escape. Once I reached the Primordial World, I landed on the Jianmu tree. Through cultivation, I gradually transformed into an Azure Dragon; however, given enough time, I can cultivate my Azure Dragon Art into that of a Chaos Azure Dragon."

Gu Nian caught the exhaustion and grief in her voice and, knowing she was speaking of Xiao Yue, felt a deep sadness in her own heart.

Fang Huatian nodded, agreeing with what Nangong Yunyao had said. The weapon in his own hand was an eighth-grade longsword; the material wasn't great, but it had still cost him over two hundred spirit stones. If one were to calculate based on ninth-grade standards, the price would indeed not exceed five thousand.

There were few people on the beach. Zheng Chenheng took Xichen’s hand and walked toward a secluded spot. They sat on a reef by the seaside, quietly feeling the sea breeze. Seeing Xichen’s hair blown into disarray, Zheng Chenheng reached out and gently smoothed it for him.

The exclusive battle aura of the "Silver King"—who once belonged to the ancestors of the Ryndena royal family, was one of the seven ancient kings, and was a unique throne knight of the continent comparable to a Magic Emperor—was once again revealed to the world.

But such things were not always within one's grasp. Ning Xiu could only work hard, do his best, and leave the rest to fate.

This was the source of Liang Rou’s greatest confidence to this day. Nie Yan repeated it constantly, whether through temper tantrums and threats or sweet, seductive coaxing.

As soon as the words left her lips, she suddenly remembered that her mistress was currently blind, and mentioning this would only cause her pain.

He knew that Zheng Chenheng and his companions were no ordinary people, but he hadn't expected them to be extraordinary to the point of traveling by private jet. Wang Tiangui was stunned. Seeing him standing motionless, Su Yun looked at him in confusion; she followed his gaze outward, and her eyes instantly welled with tears.