The Prime Minister in White

Master of Mythology The novel I wrote is truly dreadful. 1271 words 2026-04-13 10:29:01

The coachman pointed to the plaque above the main hall and said, "The Su Residence."

Murong Xiangrong frowned. "I don’t know any Su Residence."

The coachman explained, "The Su family is the wealthiest in Maple City, immensely rich and known for their strict family discipline."

Murong Xiangrong suddenly understood.

No wonder the Su Residence was so lavish and magnificent, almost like a palace.

"Wait outside and don’t let anyone in," Murong Xiangrong instructed the coachman before dismissing him.

Now, he had returned once more, placing that choice before her again, asking if she was willing to choose once more.

"I recognize you," Sun Wukong said, ignoring Bajie, his gaze fixed on her eyes as he repeated himself.

"Beep, beep, beep..." The sound of the phone hanging up came through. Yi Xuan looked at the phone in confusion, unable to understand what had happened to her brother.

Yun Si’s words struck like a thunderbolt, immediately unsettling me. I dared not look at Gao Changgong again, overwhelmed with anxiety. He had finally revealed everything—his sinister intentions made it impossible for him to tolerate my happiness.

Xing Ran said, "Your Majesty, Xing’er’s actions are for the sake of the empire. Though she betrayed her father, she did so to please Your Majesty. Can you not see her loyalty to you?"

I couldn’t quite express the feeling in my heart, as Du Chong’s strength still did not match that of Uchiha Madara in his youth.

Luo Qing truly cared for her own child. After two months apart, Mu Feng had grown so thin and weak. She cursed the poor food at the foreign school cafeteria under her breath, then sat Mu Feng down on the sofa and turned to the kitchen to prepare something to eat.

"What, are you getting married? Not even calling your mother anymore?" Though her words carried a hint of reproach, her expression was gentle as she helped Yu Xie up and skillfully placed a cushion behind her.

Du Yuancheng hesitated. He refused to believe that the Heavenly Emperor, with his all-seeing eyes, did not know how the River God died. Yet the emperor did not confront him directly but instead gave an indirect order to Donghua, the Minister of Logistics in the Heavenly Court. After repeated delays, he finally informed Du Yuancheng, suggesting there must be some hidden meaning in all this.

For Du Chong, simply forming seals to cast spells was meaningless. He needed not only to use ninjutsu but to fundamentally comprehend its essence.

"Wait, is this a building card? A building card with healing effects?!" When Anna saw the card’s attributes clearly, her eyes widened in astonishment.

Chen Xuan, surprisingly, did not comfort Liu Qiangwei or wipe away her tears. Instead, he grabbed her arm and forcibly pinned her against the wall.

Su You’s blue eyes were pure and innocent. After half a month, his injuries were no longer serious.

However, this also attracted the police, who insisted on taking Ye Qiu away, accusing him of soliciting prostitutes and demanding he be taken in for questioning.

"This has nothing to do with you. It was my follower who caused the trouble," Li Mu said helplessly. In fact, it was he who had just ordered Chu Yun to attack.

"Do I need your consent? Useless," Bai Lan sneered. He truly could not understand where Ye Cangtian—a second-level warrior of the Yanwu realm—found such calmness and confidence when facing him.

The chief of the Heavenly Sword immediately saw that Bai Lan’s ice martial spirit was not particularly powerful, much like an ordinary person’s. Perhaps it was his recently awakened shadow martial spirit that was Bai Lan’s true trump card.

The spiritual infant stage of the Heavenly Spirit was like a newborn baby, already an independent entity. As its power grew, it could communicate directly with the spirit master through language.

Yuan Min glared irritably at Zhuo Xiong. "You’re crazy!" However, she also felt someone had just called her name, though she could not recall clearly. In any case, she was safe and had made it through.

Su Jinghui nodded and, along with the three Qin sisters, bid farewell to Crown Prince Xuanyuan Qingtian and the others, then headed toward the latrine.