Chapter 47 Watching the Show 1

The four people and one fox arrived at one of the Ling family's villas, where two teams of top-tier stylists were already waiting, along with Ling Feng's second uncle, Ling Xiao.

"Second Uncle." Seeing Ling Xiao inside the villa, Ling Feng was not surprised. As a member of the Ling family, Ling Xiao was bound to know some things, especially regarding Ling Feng's transfer from his original team.

"Little Feng is back. Are these your current teammates? Such handsome men and beautiful women, quite a pleasant sight to behold." Ling Xiao said.

If he could gain the approval of even a portion of them, it would be immensely helpful for Li Chengqian to solidify his position.

The goal was to activate the true magic circle, allowing the great Demon King to lead the Grace Continent. Yet, as one of the Seven Demon Emperors, returning in defeat after failing to conquer even a single city would be an utterly ridiculous outcome.

Yu Hongyang nodded: "That's good. This tea is quite nice, let's have another cup." With that, he personally picked up the teapot and poured a cup for Qian Zhengrong.

The Raccoon Knight immediately jumped up with a solemn expression, checking himself over only to find he was completely unharmed.

Behind him, more than a dozen prominent military generals—including Jiang Xingben, Xue Wanjun, Niu Jinda, Qibi Heli, Ashina She'er, Qiu Xinggong, Xuegu Wuren, Cao Qin, Liu Demin, and Xin Liaoxiang—also dismounted and followed.

"What have you realized?" Gu Xueling asked in surprise, picking up a steaming steamed bun for herself and taking a gentle bite.

Sitting there, even through her thick woolen sweater, her figure was visibly exquisite and curvaceous. Her ankles, exposed to the light, were as slender as cold white jade, and her lowered eyelashes evoked the tail feathers of Siberian migratory birds that always began their journey to China in September.

However, everyone in the Department of Punishments knew how deeply the Emperor favored Noble Consort Rou. As soon as the truth about Attendant Chen's murder was uncovered, all the evidence had been sent straight over.

With a whoosh, a palm-length crossbow bolt instantly appeared in Cui Qian's field of vision. Before he could react, it pierced straight into his chest, and blood burst forth.

Although he wanted to protect Noble Consort Rou, there were ultimately too many things beyond his reach. Today, Commoner Shangguan was trying to harm her; tomorrow, there was no telling who else might attempt it.

Before he could finish speaking, someone threw a snowball straight into his face, cutting off his words.

After the two got out of the car, several white vans also drove in. A crowd of people poured out, instantly filling the air with noise.

A Jiu mentally slapped his forehead. There was simply no communicating with these people. Sending them safely home was considered humiliating them? Were their thought processes not wired like normal people? A Jiu smiled wickedly and said, "Rest assured, my four elderly lords. Since you love kneeling so much, then go right ahead and kneel. This Prince will certainly never humiliate you." He emphasized the word "humiliate" with particular weight.

Chang Jimiao herself felt somewhat helpless. This was simply her nature, something she couldn't change even if she wanted to. Just as she resignedly shook her head with a sigh, a piercing fire alarm suddenly shrilled in her ear.

Qin Huaiyu instinctively reached out to grip the dagger under her pillow, swallowing back the words on the tip of her tongue as she vigilantly stared at the person sitting by the round table.

She wanted to continue pressing for answers, but Crocodile had already lapsed back into silence, ignoring her words completely like an old monk in meditation.

When Empress Xiangzhuang was still alive, among all the princes, the seventh brother was the one the Imperial Father cherished the most. Raised in pampering during his youth, the seventh brother knew nothing of the hardships of the mortal world, remaining pure and naive. He never bothered to avoid suspicion and often played pranks on the seventh brother, yet the seventh brother had a good temper and never held it against him.

It seemed he needed to concoct a plausible explanation for his master. After all, his master had desperately wanted to become the princess's male concubine, only to be ruthlessly rejected by her, whereas he, on the other hand, had been generously accepted by the princess.

Had there been no outsiders, A Jiu would have let the two of them sit down and eat together. But now, facing the inscrutable Third Master Cheng, he had better dismiss them for the time being. Who knew if Third Master Cheng was a lecher? What if he took a fancy to them and demanded them from him? Should he refuse or not? Refuse or not? Refuse?