Chapter 1177: The Origin of Yang Kongtong's Various Moves

Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou looked down at the untouched ice casket resting upon the podium, then simultaneously turned their gazes toward Xue Shilou, who was standing beside them in deep distress.

Had Xue Shilou not instinctively shielded his own ice casket at the very first moment, Yang Kongdong would never have mistaken it for another.

"Why are you all staring at me? Protecting one's belongings in the face of danger is a natural instinct!" Xue Shilou cried out, aggrieved.

"Cult Master Yang is... quite young at heart, it seems," Mu Baiyi spoke slowly, hardly expecting that Cult Master Yang would go to such immense trouble just to seize

Along the way, the servants could not help but steal a few extra glances at the trio, especially the raw, unfamiliar face of the wolf-boy.

Her exquisite lips, akin to rose petals, parted ever so slightly to reveal a glimpse of tender, inviting pink.

Thus, the Grand Empress Dowager, the Empress, and the Crown Prince maintained a facade of peace, though in truth, they kept strictly to their own shores.

Only in the depths of slumber would this aura of his soften slightly, allowing the striking allure of his masculine charm to come fully into relief.

As it was the weekend, Pei Huan woke a little later than usual, yet she dared not linger too long in bed, particularly with her parents at home.

The more vehemently Su's fans defended her, the more the anti-fans clung to the grievance, spinning the narrative from her alleged arrogance and diva behavior to the supposed lack of manners among her followers, before dredging up her past confrontation with reporters to launch a full-scale assault on her personal character.

Yet, the long spear moved with unnatural velocity, ruthlessly severing her trailing hair in two as she retreated at breakneck speed, causing Mo Fengye's eyes to instantly turn ice-cold.

But what was the meaning of this scene before them? They had all just heard with their own ears Mo Fengye declaring that her Bai lineage had nothing to do with Bai Xiucang, so how could her mother's clan be intertwined with him after all.

Not long after the sun dipped below the mountains, a fiery swath of orange-red twilight still blazed across the western sky. The earth itself was dyed crimson by this evening glow.

Amidst her weeping and wailing, Consort Xu steeled her heart, seized a hairpin, and drove its sharp tip into the Crown Prince's left shoulder, carving the character for "Heaven." Though the wound was on her child's flesh, the pain pierced the mother's core