Even though the cultivator had not used any force, the middle-aged man was still sent flying, coughing up a mouthful of blood. Yet as if he felt no pain, he climbed back up and staggered forward again.
"Give me back my daughter! I-I'll fight you to the death!!!"
"Courting death!"
The Qi Refinement cultivator flew into a rage and mobilized his spiritual power, about to kill him.
But the instant he raised his hand, his body turned to ash and scattered through the air. In the blink of an eye, not even bones remained; body and soul were utterly destroyed.
It was as though a blunt knife kept stabbing into her heart. There was no time, no end.
A Jiu said, "I accept this petition. So long as what you have said is true, I will surely uphold justice for you and return fairness to the Yan Family. But if your words are false—" A Jiu cast a faint glance their way, majestic beyond measure.
By the time Shen Qinglan returned from her bath, she had heard that Consort Yun had been confined and demoted to a lesser consort. Shen Qinglan rubbed her brow, feeling not the slightest bit pleased, and let out a long sigh as she looked at herself in the mirror.
When that reporter caught her cold glance, he inexplicably felt a surge of fear and even unconsciously retreated several steps.
The capital became lively again—more accurately, everyone was watching A Jiu's spectacle. In just a few short months, A Jiu had undergone a magnificent transformation from an unknown nobody to the newly crowned top scholar, then to His Majesty's favored rising star, and finally to Prince Rui, whom both the Empress Dowager and His Majesty held in the palms of their hands. How could that not