Chapter 52: Look at You Go!

Tang Niannian spoke leisurely, and after a moment of consideration, Xue Qinghe decided to take her to an audience with Emperor Xue Ye.

Emperor Xue Ye's health had been rather poor in recent years, so he spent most of his time resting in his own palace.

Every day, Xue Qinghe would personally deliver nourishing medicinal soup to Emperor Xue Ye. Only after drinking this medicine would Emperor Xue Ye feel that his health had improved slightly.

In reality, however, this medicine only provided a momentary illusion of wellness; it was actually a slow-acting poison, capable of being administered at most—

The "fat pig" cast a somewhat reluctant glance at the young woman on the bed, hardened his heart, placed the access card directly on the floor, and turned to leave.

In the distance, the carriage of the Grand Princess Shaoyang's estate galloped over, stopping right behind the Yan family's carriage. The Yan family's carriage blocked the road, and the area was surrounded by curious onlookers, leaving the carriage of Grand Princess Shaoyang's estate in a difficult position, unable to advance or retreat.

Upon returning to Jiangling City, that guard immediately reported the matter to the commander of the guards, who in turn promptly sent someone to notify the Young City Lord. Unfortunately, Nan Kongqian was alone in his room, and the news reached Gu Qing's ears first.

"How did you turn out like this? There isn't a single serious word in your mouth!" Qi Qingxue scolded playfully, casting a sideways glance at Long Qing.

Pei Zhen wanted to see how his brother who had fallen to the ground was doing, but the crowd had already used a human wall to separate Pei Zhen from the loser. Now, inexplicably, Pei Zhen found himself the target of public criticism.

"Is this also some damn heavenly secret? Good grief, what should I do from now on?" I said, looking at him as I spoke. "When necessary, you should protect me a bit, alright?" I looked at the Primordial Ancestor of Creation, and the Primordial Ancestor nodded.

"Check the surroundings? Boss Long, did you take the twenty million I lent you yesterday to prop up the stock market? But right now, your listed Baoshan Cement has probably hit its lower limit, and the stock price has even fallen below your allotment price!" It seemed Old Tie was no novice and had a very clear grasp of the stock market situation.

Naturally, the group selected the ten martial artists with the highest skill to accompany Ren Woxing and Xiang Wenteng into the inner hall. The remaining dozen or so elders quietly guarded the main hall, waiting for news to make their move.

"Have the situations in the major cities improved? Have those demon lords been up to anything?" Han Yanchen still gazed into the distance at Mt. Jihe, his expression calm and his tone indifferent.

"I have never forced you into anything, Shen He. The guards by my side have changed one after another, yet you have always remained by my side." Chen Mo used the calmest tone to explain to Shen He that he held a different place in his heart.

The familiar voice heard after the despair finally pulled Chen Pian back to reality. He gradually opened his eyes, looked at the familiar face beside the bed, and forced out a slight smile to signal that he was fine.

Time ticked away. Starting his investigation from the Iron Sand Gang, Yuan Fangzhi tracked all the way to the Drunken Beauty Pavilion, looping around the pavilion in a massive circle that left him so frustrated he felt like vomiting blood.

The young woman had recovered from her illness and, accompanied by her maid, came to find Old Niuhe to express her gratitude before returning home. The two mistresses walked up to Old Niuhe's room, knocked softly on the door, and then pushed it open and walked in.

"Of course it's for an important matter, unless you think I'm going out to have an affair?" Seeing that Qi Zheng was sickly, limping as he ran about outside, and still managed to attract Liu Anli's attention, the sight of him made his blood boil.

Jiaoyue glanced sideways at Bai Li, sat directly on the table, and said, "Does the Third Prince's hospitality not even extend to a cup of tea?" With that, Jiaoyue crossed her legs, rested her chin in her hand, and stared at Bai Li.

"Just your assistant alone couldn't bear the burden. Are you scared of being the one carrying the main weight? Have you ever..." Before she could finish, her chin was cupped by Wen Jingxing, who pulled her into a fierce kiss.

"This palace understands. For now, let her stay in the estate. When a good place is found for her in the future, this palace will send her away. Surely, being separated by the ends of the earth is better than being separated by life and death," Chen Pian said.