"Your Majesty, Fairy Jiang has awakened."
A palace maid came to report.
Upon receiving the news, Chen Sanshi immediately headed over.
When he pushed open the doors to the sleeping chamber, he saw the red-eyed woman sitting at the table, leisurely savoring a pot of spiritual tea.
It was the Witch.
Ever since the battle of Kunxu, Jiang Xiyue seemed to have been greatly affected. She often fell into deep slumber, and most of the time, the Witch was the one controlling her body.
The Witch also informed—
"I'll do as you say, but big brother, I don't know Wang Qiaoshuang." Jinlian trembled as she spoke. She truly did not know her.
Though this company was young and had no representative works to speak of, it possessed one technology that ranked among the best in the country: art.
Yet amid it all, low growls faintly drifted out. A sleek and elegant figure swam through it at breakneck speed, soundless and traceless. The terrifying pressure and turbulent currents not only caused it no harm, but instead concealed its form.
Huang Yiren had whispered pillow talk into Wan Zhongshan's ear for several days, finally persuading him to seek out Shi Yanzhu and bring up taking Wan Chunyan and Wan Heyan to the capital.
"Who invited you here?" Ye Li lifted her head somewhat indifferently. She had not spoken for a long time, and when she suddenly opened her mouth, even she found her voice stiff and hoarse. Yet this was the only matter she still cared about even a little.
Language was something that had to be used often. Leave it unused for too long, and it would become useless. But in the overall environment of the Yunze region, there was simply nowhere to use Mandarin. If you were chatting normally with