Chapter 143
Speaking of the Star Lord of Fates, he was, after all, a well-known big shot in the literary circles of
Speaking of the Star Lord of Fates, he was, after all, a well-known big shot in the literary circles of
In his sleep, Jun Huailang felt as though he were being tightly bound by shackles, unable to catch his breath.
The heavy rain that had fallen over Chang’an for an entire day had still failed to wash away the blood
The Ninth Prince, born to Consort Shu, was given his name by Xue Yan. His name consisted of a single
The Duke of Yongning had always been diligent and conscientious. Whenever a responsibility was entrusted to him, he would see
Consort Shu’s belly grew larger by the day, and everyone inside and outside the palace kept their eyes on Mingluan
Emperor Qingping’s health was gradually improving. At first, he could only move his eyes. He also had very little energy
Xue Yan remained silent for a long while, not making a single sound. Jun Huailang patiently held him, gently patting
The imperial palace was naturally not easy to enter, especially after nightfall. But such rules did not apply to Jun
Xue Yan knew that the men he had brought with him from Yan Commandery were utterly loyal to him. They
Having received this signal, Xue Yan practically wanted to pack up his bedding and luggage and move straight into the
Xue Yan finally got to sit at the Jun family’s dining table. However, Madam Jun wore a cold expression, while
Jun Huailang sat in the main hall with Madam Jun, feeling somewhat amused and helpless. Madam Jun had always been
At present, the only part of Emperor Qingping’s body he could move was his eyes. Xue Yan sat beside his
At once, everyone in Emperor Qingping’s bedchamber was stunned. Emperor Qingping’s eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets as he
When Jun Huailang returned to the Duke of Yongning’s residence, he was surprised to discover that the entire estate was
The Changle Gate swung wide open. Whenever a dynasty changed hands, any conflict involving the military inevitably brought suffering to
The commanding officer responsible for guarding Changle Gate, the southernmost gate of Chang’an, had also attended Emperor Qingping’s banquet that
Jun Huailang and Xue Yan rode hard all the way, arriving at Qin Commandery just as dawn was breaking that
The official’s surname was Zhao. Until today, he had been an obscure figure, merely a third-rank court official. He could