Chapter 40: You Are Still Too Green to Match Wits With Me

A month later.

Lin Xihe had grown accustomed to life in the imperial palace. Seeing that the Reunion Festival was still some time away, she seized the opportunity to return to the Demon Realm.

However, the Demon Realm was no longer called the Demon Realm; it was now known as the Heavenly Wing Capital. The Night Palace had also been renamed the Wing Palace.

From afar, she heard a woman weeping. Lin Xihe followed the sound and saw Tu Wuning being led by a leash like a dog...

She raised both hands to block, and with a "bang," Xia Amei was pushed back by the force of the blast, sliding half a meter across the ground.

Moreover, the Fuxin Restaurant did not merely concern itself with the trivial and gossipy affairs of neighborhood busybodies that caught the public eye.

All those childhood sweethearts, those vows of young marriage, the clearing of the path to becoming Empress, the affection—it turned out that everything was a lie.

Just then, she saw Bei Qiyun squeezing his way inside. Having just arrived, he headed straight for the center of the fourth row. The person who had been sitting there surrendered the best seat immediately, leaving with a grin that suggested he had just struck it rich.

Youth knows no sorrow; the past flows away like water. Is this a revisiting of old dreams, or a desire to reclaim lost memories?

Xia Amei clutched the clothes, wondering where Jiang Yunxian had gotten them. Could she have been hiding secret savings?

Using frozen ribs might be a matter of cost, but cutting corners even on something as simple as removing corn silk was a reflection of the restaurant staff's attitude.

Upon hearing this, Xia Amei realized that Xiahou Qingyi truly cared for her. A wave of guilt washed over her, and she nodded in agreement.

"He's just a bureaucrat, but if used correctly, he should be a capable official. Since he's one of Governor Liang's people, he shouldn't be too bad. Governor Liang gives the impression of being a pragmatist; a slippery person wouldn't get very far under him," Ding Changsheng remarked thoughtfully.

Over the next few months, the assassin showed great persistence, launching no fewer than a hundred attacks on Lin Qingfan, yet not a single one succeeded.

On the road, Nishang clung tightly to his arm. Xiao Fei looked closely and noticed the clear tear stains still lingering on her face.

Diana curled her lip in annoyance, her gaze toward Qin Lang involuntarily betraying a hint of disdain.

Liu Mingyu said nothing more. Eating grilled fish accompanied by ice-cold beer—this night was indeed quite pleasant.

She and Huang Zheng looked like siblings, but in reality, their ages likely differed by tens of thousands of years. She refused to believe that Huang Zheng had fallen for her at first sight.

The silvery-white fur slowly receded, and the blood-red hue in its eyes faded along with the fur until it returned to its original, adorable appearance.

As that shrill sound died away, the surrounding Flame Lizardmen suddenly halted their charge and retreated a distance. They all opened their wide mouths, and as they did, the surrounding magma began to surge violently.

With the sound of the cough, those people shuddered as if struck by lightning, instantly snapping out of their stupor.

She secretly resolved that if Lu Shaoxi lost and became a subordinate of the Wang family, she would follow him no matter what, doing whatever she could to share his burden.

She was so dazzling, so radiant. Just looking directly at her, he nearly lost himself, forgetting where he even was.

He didn't need her at all; he had plenty of lovers, after all. At this thought, she was drowned in a sea of jealousy.

Song Mingting’s "insidious cunning" caused even the Elder of Yaoli Peak, who was usually stoic and unperturbed, to lose his composure. The side of Zhongshu Peak, however, was the exact opposite; going from extreme tension to ecstatic excitement, it was no exaggeration to say they had experienced a roller coaster of emotions.

Xiuju hesitated before serving Sun Shaozu his rice, glancing at Yingchun. Yingchun gave Xiuju a look, implying that Sun Shaozu was merely talking; as a man of leisure and wealth, how could he possibly eat leftovers?