Chapter 34: Her Vicious True Colors Exposed

Inside the photo studio.

Meng Shuyue was dragged and thrown in front of the backdrop. The harsh lights hit her face, causing her to instinctively cover her eyes, unable to keep them open.

"Behave and cooperate, or if we have to use force, you won't be able to keep the child in your womb much longer."

Meng Shuyue kept her eyes closed, showing no emotion on the surface, but she was inwardly horrified. These people actually wanted to photograph a pregnant woman? They were worse than beasts!

"Hurry up! Did you hear me!"

But she could not, for her son was different from others; he had responsibilities he was bound to carry.

Without waiting for a reply, perhaps the slight lifting of Rong Ba's head meant he had heard everything.

Seeing that they were about to leave the vicinity of the Xian Tai Temple, Ling Langzheng secretly whispered, "Lucky."

"My new bodyguard, looks pretty good, right?" Ma Wenrou said, unconcerned with appearances.

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The sudden realization made Han Yi's hair stand on end; cold sweat trickled down as he watched the middle-aged man before him with growing vigilance.

It came as no surprise to Xu Shaoming that in the central region of the Taihang Mountains, he had once again discovered three military bases left behind by the Great Yi Empire.

As for the Yellow Emperor's Thick Earth Scripture, it was the core cultivation method of the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan, expounding upon the mysteries of the Earth element within the Five Elements, or, one might say, using the path of Earth to bear the insights of all things in heaven and earth.

At present, a clone could possess at most half the strength of the original body, and creating such a clone required consuming thirty percent of the master's internal energy.

"Grandfather, I was reckless last night. I was wrong," Bai Bingluan slowly lowered his head, his voice sounding very humble.

No matter how hard one struggled, it was in vain; no matter how one tried to cater to this world, one would only be cast aside by it. Every movement Xi'er had just made remained vivid in his mind.

"My lord, please wait a moment." One of the servants bowed and scraped as he walked over to greet Wang Fan, then, not knowing where he found it, brought a plate of fruit and set it before him.

As she spoke, Qin’s eyes tightened, and two lines of clear tears fell—a mix of sorrow and joy, a moving sight.

Douzi’s face turned red and swollen instantly. She covered the cheek I had struck, tears streaming down, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

"But I have something to say." Nangong Jin looked at that stubborn back, his heart conflicted: should he really do this?

"That’s right, I haven't congratulated Secretary Nie yet on taking Princess Tongchang as his wife. A golden branch and jade leaf, truly noble and extraordinary!" Seeing him ask directly, Mu Biwei stopped pretending to be indifferent. She spoke in a cool, detached tone, her hand gripping the porcelain cup of sheep's milk tightly; she looked thoroughly indignant.

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"Are you sure?" Lei Shaochen couldn't help but ask. "Can you finish it all? No wasting allowed." The latter part of his sentence was an absolute command.

"That will make things convenient when the time comes." Mu Biwei smiled, both of them sharing a tacit understanding—even when joking, they felt they had common ground, and both were well aware of the other's bottom line. Yet, having been enemies for so many years, they were unaccustomed to being suddenly intimate.

"A strategy? Are you saying we should find a way for you to spend every day with him, so that he can't help but fall for you?" Wu Xintian's mind seemed a bit slow to turn.

Of course, inside the classroom, there were still people chatting, kissing, and helping Tao Jing and me provide cover.

"Understood." Ning Baobei understood them. Since it was a restricted area, they certainly wouldn't go in; after all, the Princess Consort wasn't as powerful as the Prince, and they were only following orders. She didn't make things difficult for them.

When the first loud bang rang out, Tian Fugui and He Dongzhi both rushed out of their tents almost simultaneously.

"But the Vertical and Horizontal are mutually dependent, not hostile. I thought that set of Vertical and Horizontal sword techniques would make you understand... Besides, I don't think, Uncle-Master, that you are..." necessarily determined to outdo Master at all costs.