Volume 1, Chapter 30: The Crown Prince Stricken with Plague?

"Collect samples of the water and food immediately and send them to the Imperial Medical Bureau for a detailed analysis. We must identify the source of the epidemic!" Li Chengqian’s command rang out like a tolling bell, sounding exceptionally authoritative amidst the chaos of the plague-stricken area.

Wu Zhi had been very low-key in his handling of the restaurant business throughout the county, so Ximen Qing, lacking eyes and ears due to his isolated position, did not know that the owner behind Lion Pavilion had become Wu Zhi. In fact, even if Ximen Qing had known that the establishment now belonged to Wu Zhi, he would have come without a moment's hesitation.

Jizhou was merely an ordinary prefecture city in the Great Song, and managers for restaurants of this caliber were typically selected and appointed by Xiao Rang himself; Wu Zhi would not personally meet them. Furthermore, Wu Zhi and his party were traveling incognito and had not revealed their true identities.

At this moment, the adorable "qipao maiden" was busily tugging at the hem of her dress, ensuring that the exaggeratedly high slit did not reveal anything improper.

And just as they reached the exit of the corridor leading directly to the source area, the collapse of the Central Tower began.

This way of dying left Chen Yifan deeply frustrated. Facing an enemy flying in the sky, he was utterly powerless to fight back. Had his body been in a normal state, he might have been able to unleash magical attacks, though only heaven knew how effective they would have been.

In truth, the proportion of wastrels among those from prominent families was not high. The elders of such clans were not fools; how could they sit idly by and watch their own children turn into detested, ignorant playboys?

Construction of Qingzhou Academy was basically complete. The grassy fields were currently covered in local "creeping grass," which had only just sprouted green shoots with the arrival of spring, yet they were already suitable for playing football.

Continuing on their journey, they flew another two hundred miles or so until they reached a clearing in the mountains, where two groups were locked in a tense standoff, shouting questions at one another. The three of them—Wei Hao and his companions—quietly crept closer, and upon seeing the scene, they couldn't help but smile.

When he received the news, Blood Night Poison Dragon ground his teeth and muttered the name "Luo Mu Xiao Xiao" several times. He simply could not understand how a battle where he held every possible advantage had resulted in nothing but one crushing defeat after another since the very start.

Prince Zhenling did not know when his hands would be able to move normally again. Before he was fully conscious, his hands had already gripped her waist, then moved upward, forward, and finally cradled those two heavy mounds.

On this day, Qian Yuan finally finished lecturing on the Yang Spirit Chapter. Just as he was about to announce the end of the discourse, colorful celestial flowers suddenly descended from the sky.

The S-rank exotic beast drifted beside Chen Qi; no one could see it, and no instrument could detect its existence.

Zou Yiang felt his heart leap into his throat. While fearing that Xi Fuwei might discover his prank, he also harbored a secret expectation: what kind of expression would she have once she opened the bamboo basket and saw what was inside?

A one-versus-three scenario, combined with two other unknown two-versus-two pairings—if a real fight were to break out, it would certainly give the whole world a surprise.

In the distance, wisps of cooking smoke drifted away on the gentle breeze, shrouding the shimmering river in the haze of a delicate ink wash painting.

Wen Xianyun had only been temporarily shaken off; the real trouble had not even truly begun. How could Xi Fuwei have any heart at this moment to engage in some "love at first sight" with Ouyang Yuanshui?

Whether to prevent Chen Ni from causing trouble online or to accelerate the pace of research, there was a massive team of experts stationed behind her.

What he had not expected was that, in addition to controlling blue corpse puppets, Lin Xiao could actually manipulate such inanimate objects and even imbue them with combat strength.

"The Prince of Han and the Prince of Zhao are about to risk everything." Ouyang Yuanshui rarely put aside his playful demeanor, glancing at her with a grave expression.