Chapter 183: The Enemy's Daughter

Inside the brightly lit and bustling main hall of the Meijin Pavilion, courtesans and patrons filled every seat, laughing, drinking, and making merry to their hearts' content.

The madam, however, could not spare a single moment to attend to them; her mind was entirely consumed by Red Shadow, the courtesan crowned just today, and the courtesan historian Luoxue. For the past two years, her livelihood and fortune depended entirely on these two young women.

She harbored absolute confidence that by tomorrow morning, the entire capital city would know that the grand courtesan of the Meijin Pavilion had been chosen tonight, and an even greater influx of guests would surely flock to seek them out.

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Ye Kaicheng glanced at Gao Lingyun's injury, naturally guessing who had left the bite. Seeing the wound still seeping blood, Ye Kaicheng knew it could not have happened very long ago.

Turning her head to glare at Feng Qianxi, she was just about to speak when she suddenly felt two intensely burning, scorching gazes fixed intently upon her back.

Prompted by his remark, Dongfeng and Li Hu instantly realized that their previous righteous assurance was, in truth, entirely groundless.

Hua Yuxheng leaned limply against her embrace, a thin, self-mocking smile slowly pulling at the corners of his lips. It seemed he had still underestimated the formidable power of this blood-summoning formation.

"Not a chance. I still need to use this face to meet people for the next few days, so I can't beat you up," Ye Kaicheng released Xu Zuoyan, shaking her head as she spoke.

Ou Zimo froze. The same kind of person? Was he truly the same kind of person as Duanmu Jinlei? How could that be? Clearly, this was the exact type of person he despised most in the world—how could he possibly be like them?

Only then did Yun Weiyang realize that her mind had drifted away once again without her noticing. She frowned, a faint surge of irritability rising in her heart.

Luo figured that he must have been completely dazed by the killing machine, wondering why he had never realized this problem all along.

What kind of nonsense is this? Could it be that this boss was programmed with an insanely high intelligence, mutating the moment it sensed imminent danger?

When the deputies and members of the eight major factions swarmed around their respective leaders to ask about the match results, all eight leaders gave the exact same answer: "We lost, and we accept defeat wholeheartedly. From this day forward, no one is ever to bring up today's duel again."

This Senior Brother Zhao, whose full name was Zhao Ying, was a relative of the Rain Chen Palace's second elder. His cultivation talent was thoroughly mediocre, and while his usual tyrannical and overbearing behavior was one thing, he was particularly fond of flattering himself and listening to others sing praises of his imaginary greatness and profound cultivation.

"Do you two masters and disciples find this kind of game amusing?" Wei He was still smiling, but all trace of warmth had vanished from his face, and his voice turned icy cold.

It was rare to encounter a steward of the Majestic Hall, and Peach Blossom, having now grasped the true value of the silk glands, stubbornly waited until Manager Wang produced a top-tier set of magical artifacts—a storm-pear-blossom magnetic needle that could pass for an elementary celestial treasure—before joyfully agreeing to the trade.

She had an appointment today with President Wang to negotiate a commercial project, which had already reached its final stages, and she hoped to successfully sign the contract today.

Almost in the blink of an eye, it slithered toward Zhang Youwei, creeping up the fabric of his trousers.

That's right, Lord Nimei was here at the construction site today simply to lay bricks, determined to complete his mission and secure a legitimate job.

Ximen Chuixue finally spoke, the cold, aloof gleam in his eyes intensifying, even carrying the faint hint of a smile beneath the surface.

Abruptly, the entire arena fell into an absolute, breathless hush, perhaps as the crowd out of deep respect for Madame Yu managed to forcefully suppress the surging agitation in their hearts.

Having witnessed the vast sea, mere waters hold no charm; the old master had long since grown indifferent to the cynical jeers and mockery of the netizens in the live broadcast room.

Hiding deep within a sprawling thicket of bushes, Li Ziliang glanced back at the path he had taken. Though he did not spot Lin Lang, he knew for certain that Lin Lang was tailing him.

"I've noticed it too. Even though both cars are moving forward, the vertical distance between my car and those others is gradually increasing. The road ahead remains shrouded in a hazy gray and is impossible to make out clearly. I quickly slammed on the brakes."

"One person needs to be sent to report to the palace that the Princess Consort of Jinyang has also been poisoned. It is most appropriate for the Crown Princess to handle this matter in person. She can go directly to see the Empress."

"Have you noticed anything strange about Third Master Cui lately?" Ge Yu asked from the side.