Chapter 41: When Will There Be a Little Crown Prince?

After the imperial concubine selection banquet, Yuan Peipei found herself quite busy. After all, although Dugu Jin had stated that he would personally provide the betrothal gifts, such matters traditionally fell under the purview of the empress.

Consequently, the officials from the Ministry of Rites sought out Yuan Peipei.

In the Hall of Diligent Governance, the more Dugu Jin looked at the memorial documents, the more irritated he became, feeling that the space beside him was utterly empty.

"Du Heng! Where is Peipei?"

Du Heng hurriedly stepped forward and replied, "Reporting to Your Majesty, the Empress is busy preparing the betrothal gifts for the Qian family."

Feeling Xia Chengyuan's hand rest upon her shoulder, Xia Fangyuan trembled violently, though even she herself could not explain why she reacted this way.

"Pay attention! What I want is a sense of untamed freedom, effortless coolness, and a transition from darkness into the sunlight. It needs to have vibe and impact, understand? Don't give me any street-punk reenactments," Fang Yu shouted to the group. This single movement had been torturing everyone for the better part of the day.

Wang Zhen fancied himself looking dashing as he flung open his dark-gold cloak to reveal a neat white cloth armor, then strode toward the window, exposing his faintly visible backside to everyone.

The second level contained all kinds of medicinal pills and treasures, including alchemy formulas, spiritual objects, elixirs, and divine springs, all used for cultivation.

As the two exchanged blows back and forth, Xiangqian down below had already clashed with the nearest wild wolf several times, though the outcome remained undecided for the moment.

Lin Feng directly opened his eyes, staring blankly at the pristine white ceiling, feeling a wave of weakness wash through his entire body.

Depending on box office earnings, audience reception, and critical reviews, they would adjust the film's direction and consider submitting it for consideration at the Academy Awards.

"Understood, received. I'll go right now and have those little rascals get ready, so they stop complaining that the artillerymen's primary job is cleaning cannons and their secondary job is cleaning shells." With that, he decisively hung up the phone.

Lin Feng launched a serious attack, his offensive instantly engulfing the grand hall. Amidst the interwoven Buddhist light and beams of radiance, countless miserable shrieks rose and fell in succession, ultimately culminating in raging flames and plumes of black smoke shooting straight into the sky.

Over and over again, though covered in blood, he tirelessly charged forward once more. Even Bao Yuntian was left feeling creeped out by Jiang Feng's bewitching gaze.

The profession of an Onmyoji is all about divination, encompassing everything from travel, household matters, and feng shui to celestial phenomena. As a seasoned Onmyoji, Seimei had reached near the absolute pinnacle of divination and numerology.

Wan Zhongliang breathed a sigh of relief. Since the symptoms were similar, his son's problem shouldn't be too serious. The most urgent task now was to quickly invite Physician Jia back.

The biggest problem lay within. The benefits of establishing an employer-employee relationship through contracts within the game were already beginning to show results, but the accompanying drawbacks were only now rearing their heads.

A squad of imperial soldiers, fully armored and leading their horses, walked at the front. A dozen paces behind them came a column of shield and sword bearers, followed further back by archers.

Qin Feng cast his gaze outward. Wisps of bloody light surged from the city—not dense, but rather very thin and nearly imperceptible, showing that the casualties in this battle were not heavy.

Right at that moment, a blood-spattered sub-lieutenant ran into the office and said breathlessly, "Mayor, this is a disaster! These rebels are using no fewer than forty 12-pounder cannons. The city walls have been blasted to a complete mess. Please, Mayor, think of something quickly!" As the sub-lieutenant spoke, his voice took on a weeping tone.

Zhao Wu shouted in grief and indignation, "Second Brother, I'll call you Second Brother for the last time—is the position of the head of the family truly that important?"

Then, Lin Feng darted over to another approaching nether ghost, using the same method to immobilize its body. He grabbed its waist with both hands, carried it over to place it next to Mr. Zombie, and then "invited" Mr. Vampire over as well. Now, all three ghost gentlemen were gathered together.

Lin smiled bitterly. This trick again... But what she said was the absolute truth. Glancing around the surroundings, having barely looked at anything and feeling completely out of his depth, he truly dared not offer any substantive suggestions.