Her biggest trump card is her bracelet!
It's broken!!
Su Linglong was so heartbroken that her vision went black. She dismounted, picked up the broken pieces of the bracelet, and tried to piece them together. She even frantically cut her wrist and let it bleed.
Xiaoyun kept clicking her tongue in disbelief. How could such a princess have gone mad?
"My lord, what's wrong with His Highness? Should we call the imperial physician?"
Mingyue smiled back, "It's nothing serious, I've lost my mind."
"oh!"
If the adults say it's nothing, then it's nothing.
Xiaoyun told the coachman to take a detour and continue on.
Su Linglong blocked the carriage with her body, her hateful gaze fixed on Mingyue, "What's your name?"
So what if there's no space?
If she wanted to, she could take out the blueprints and manufacture a batch of guns. Then she would definitely kill this bitch with her own hands!
"Step over it."
Without the support of space, Su Linglong can't turn the world upside down.
Did Su Linglong really ascend to immortality in the story?
Mingyue toyed with the restless jade bead in her hand, which seemed to be trying to escape. It was nothing more than a greedy person who coveted the vitality of the world and ended up creating a secret manual for ascension.
Ascension? It's just a trick of the space to deceive people. I'm afraid that the group of proud sons of heaven that Su Linglong brought wouldn't even have a trace of their souls swallowed.
If Heaven hadn't urgently locked this world to prevent the space from escaping, this world would probably be completely ruined, and there would have been no need to eliminate the fake protagonist.
The carriage continued forward, and Su Linglong could only turn sideways and watch helplessly as Mingyue left.
The audience with the Emperor was simply to report on the matter of Huaizhou. The Emperor was overjoyed and bestowed upon him a pile of rare treasures. He then decided to hold a grand welcome banquet!
Mingyue's eyes lit up, and she said with a gentle smile, "Your Majesty is wise!"
Back at the Imperial Preceptor's residence, Mingyue placed the jade bead in the water vat in the main hall. The black and white squid bit into the jade bead, and wisps of green silk floated out of the vat, drifting in the air before disappearing completely.
One of the strands of hair flew affectionately onto Mingyue, and Mingyue's white hair visibly turned black.
"Grand Preceptor... Your Excellency, is your hair?"
When Xiao Cui learned that the Imperial Advisor had returned, she brought in a plate of washed fruit. She was surprised to find that Mingyue, who had white hair, had suddenly turned black.
Mingyue looked at the fruit plate in Xiaocui's hands. "Did you need something from me?"
Xiao Cui withdrew her surprised gaze, raised her hands and presented the fruit plate, "Grand Preceptor, this servant wishes to serve by your side."
"You came to the Imperial Preceptor's residence seeking peace and quiet, so why do unnecessary things that add to your troubles?"
Xiao Cui was struck dumb by these words. She looked up and met Mingyue's calm eyes. Startled, she realized this was Mingyue's warning. Xiao Cui immediately bowed her head and knelt, no longer daring to harbor any other thoughts. "Yes..."
With the space issue resolved, Mingyue's days became more leisurely. She would lie on a chaise lounge every day, leisurely enjoying seasonal fruits.
Shen Yu's pronunciation is getting more and more standard. Holding the book, she reads the story in a childish voice: "The handsome scholar was so aroused by the beautiful widow in the village that he couldn't concentrate on his book."
“Every day, as the scholar eagerly awaited nightfall, he would light a candle. When a knock came at the door, he would be excited and open it to find the widow he had been longing for day and night.”
“‘Ah Xiang, you’ve finally agreed to see me!’ The scholar looked into the widow’s watery, alluring eyes and his mouth went dry instantly.”
“My lord, I am a widow, but you are a scholar. I do not wish to hold you back.” The widow gently pushed the scholar, her tears falling like pear blossoms in the rain, which made the scholar’s heart ache.
The scholar forcefully silenced the widow's lips, saying fiercely, "I won't allow you to say that. Don't you understand my heart?" With that, he pushed the widow onto the bed, and the bed curtains fell...
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