Chapter 85: Talking in Bed

Fu, she said.

Gu Shenshen’s reaction just now seemed a little too tense. What was she afraid of?

This was all her territory. Who could do anything to her here?

Gu Shenshen’s brow tightened slightly. She knew without thinking that the man was Fu Lin.

“I’ll go down by myself. You get back to work. Tomorrow earli—”

At the same time, a servant from the Yan family, sent out by Yan Fusheng to gather intelligence, had already returned to Yan Fusheng’s side. With a slight bow, he slowly related everything he had learned about Zhou Yan.

I understood that the emperor had done this mostly because of the inscription incident in the Hall of State Affairs a few hours earlier. First, he was already suspicious and displeased with the crown prince, so he would never again bestow his imperial tea upon him. Second, it was also a show of attitude for the benefit of Nan Chengyao, Zhao Mo, Ouyang Xian, and the others who knew the truth.

He smiled and asked no further questions. His gaze, as always, was cold and lifeless. Saying nothing more, he turned and left, leaving Xunyun alone to attend him in the room.

The steward came in once more. He thought the man had returned to urge him to rest, and was about to say not to mind him, when the steward hurried up to him and whispered a few words in his ear.

After finishing that, he tiptoed to the side of Ruan Ying’s bed. Afraid of waking her, Lu Fengchuan did not touch the bed at all and simply sat down on the carpet.

Chu Tao pondered the Death Knight’s words from earlier, then directly contacted several hidden intelligence networks within the Huaxia Anti-Spirit Affairs Office.

For one thing, Tie Shaotang and Murong Xu each held office as the heads of the Guard City Bureau and the Punishment Bureau, so of course they had the authority to mobilize the forces under their command.

Do you know? For the past two months, I’ve been training hard every day just to keep up with Ninth Uncle as he pushed for Supreme King. And even now, I’ve only just reached Gold.

In that split second, Zhang Chi flashed to the side of one of the mech pilots. Brilliant sword light bloomed once more, and layer upon layer of sword shadows surged out, swift as lightning and thunder.

“What’s there to say? She’s indecent herself. Don’t come here and ruin my son.” Madam Yin instantly rose to her son’s defense.

Now that he had once again seen the master he had longed for day and night, how could Dongfang Shaoming not be overwhelmed with emotion and gratitude?

While the two were talking, Sima Yue and Tong Yuren returned, one carrying two rabbits, the other two fish.

Even after finishing the story, one still could not truly understand what these gods were all about.

Whether the punch would ultimately be effective or not, if it succeeded, there would naturally be no need to think of anything else. If it failed, then that would probably be the moment of enlightenment anyway, and further thoughts would be pointless.

Qin Hao was a little bewildered too. He was not stupid—how could he fail to notice Wang Huachi’s sly, exaggerated expressions? Moreover, he had heard every word that old fellow had whispered to Han Xuefen earlier. Of course, he had not meant to eavesdrop; his senses were simply too keen, and they were not far away. It would have been hard not to hear.

He had just achieved mastery in the second level of the Body Tempering Scripture and was planning to find someone to spar with. Perhaps the results of his recent cultivation would finally be tested today. With that thought in mind, Gao Yuan did not hear a single word of the instructor’s lecture. After class, he made up an excuse to leave with Ye Tang and went out alone.

“Have you checked the hospital surveillance? If it were really me, then there could not have been two versions of me entering the hospital before and after!” Lin Yun said, looking at Nan Ge.

Once they entered the house, the combat personnel fanned out in a wedge formation to conduct their search, leaving no corner unchecked.

In an instant, the two collided in midair with a punch-for-punch clash. The air between them compressed and exploded; the ground beneath their feet cracked inch by inch and turned to rubble. The shockwave of their fist wind roared and swept outward, and even powerhouses several hundred yards away could feel that fierce gust. It was truly astonishing.