No way. No way!
Everyone immediately turned to look at Tang Wulin.
Dragon Dance of the Prosperous Tang?
Both "Dance" and "Tang" were in the name.
Who else could it be but Tang Wulin?!
Tang Wulin himself felt his face burning, and even sitting there made him squirm.
Bang!
Gu Yue crushed the chair's armrest outright, her eyes bloodshot as she panted like an ox.
Damn it!
That damned Golden Dragon King!
Why?
Why did that cannon-fodder bastard get a song written for him by her beloved?!
Gu Yue refused to accept it!
"Oh, come on, there are plenty of Tangs. The Tang Sect has Tang in its name too. I'm not the only one. Don't read too much into it."
Though Tang Wulin said that, the corners of his mouth had already curled up to the heavens.
His smug gaze stabbed viciously into Gu Yue.
At last, he had something to gloat about...
Gu Yue had kept him suppressed for so long that he had nearly sunk into depression.
Thank you, Brother Ji, for delivering that Cloud-Piercing Arrow and dealing Gu Yue a crushing blow!
"Hmph!!!"
Gu Yue nearly fainted with anger. Had she not been considering Ji Fengyu's feelings, she would probably have stormed out already.
Tang Wulin's petty, triumphant smugness
was a relentless critical hit to her blood pressure, every second of every minute!
"Hmm..."
Watching Gu Yue and Tang Wulin's open and covert struggles, Lan Xuanyu shook her head inwardly in disdain.
Two utterly unpresentable fools.
With me here,
and with the mysterious power within the Ascending Dragon Pillar, my position as the principal wife is as unshakable as Mount Tai!
I don't need to fight or scramble. Everything will come to me.
"Phew..."
Na'er quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as it wasn't