"Fart!"
"Tang San! Have you no shame?!"
"We saw it with our own eyes! It was that beast Ma Hongjun who struck first!"
"The Tang Clan's Sect Master? I think he's a dog master of the Tang Clan! A den of snakes and rats, not a single one of them is good!"
The roars of anger from the people rose and fell.
Those soul masters who had previously worshipped Tang San now cast disdainful and contemptuous glances at him.
The truth is no longer important.
People only believe what they see with their own eyes.
They witnessed Ma Hongjun's despicable shamelessness, Tang Hao's pathetic escape, and Tang San's utter exhaustion of tricks.
The Tang Clan is finished.
At least in Tiandou City, in the minds of everyone who witnessed what happened today, the name Tang Sect has become synonymous with "despicable" and "shameless".
Tang San felt dizzy as he listened to the curses and insults coming from his ears.
Everything he had meticulously planned, and the reputation he had painstakingly cultivated, crumbled and vanished in that instant.
Just then.
On the royal viewing platform, a figure slowly stood up.
It is "Xueqing River".
His face was ashen, but a complex glint, imperceptible to anyone, flashed in his eyes.
He walked to the front of the stage, his gaze sweeping across the entire area. The royal majesty gradually quieted the noisy square.
"What happened today is a disgrace to our Tiandou."
Xue Qinghe's voice carried a perfectly balanced mix of heartache and anger.
"Lord Ning Lin suffered an unjust injustice and was nearly harmed by treacherous people. This is due to the failure of the royal family to supervise properly."
"I, on behalf of the Heavenly Dou Royal Family, apologize to Lord Ninglin City."
As he spoke, he bowed deeply in Ning Lin's direction.
The entire audience erupted in uproar.
The Crown Prince, a man of such stature, actually performed such a grand ceremony before a mere subject!
I hereby declare!
Xue Qinghe straightened up, his voice suddenly rising in pitch.
"Ning Lin, innocent! Reinstate to your original position and remain the Lord of Tiandou City!"
"Furthermore, considering his unwavering loyalty and great contributions to the nation, he is hereby granted the title of 'Marquis of Zhenguo' with a fief of three thousand households! This is the imperial decree!"
His words were forceful and watertight.
This not only appeased Ning Lin and saved face for the royal family, but also shifted all the blame onto the Tang Clan.
Xue Qinghe, no, it should be said that it is Qian Renxue, her political skills are indeed superb.
However.
Some people simply don't buy into her act.
"Oh."
A soft laugh came from high above.
The enormous twin martial soul forms had vanished at some unknown time.
Bibi Dong returned to her original appearance, dressed in a magnificent papal robe, exuding elegance and nobility, and slowly floated down from the sky.
She didn't even glance at "Xue Qinghe," but simply said disdainfully:
"The Marquis of Zhenguo? Is a title from the Heavenly Dou Empire worthy of my people?"
The contempt in his words was undisguised.
Xue Qinghe's expression stiffened slightly, but quickly returned to normal, though a shadow of gloom flashed deep in his eyes.
Bibi Dong ignored everyone else.
She walked step by step to Ning Lin.
In the square, everyone held their breath.
People are looking forward to it.
I'm looking forward to a dramatic confession or a passionate kiss.
However, nothing happened.
The two simply stared at each other in silence.
Ning Lin's eyes were calm as still water.
Bibi Dong's eyes held a mixture of joy, lingering fear, reproach, and a hint of...panic.
Under Ning Lin's clear gaze, the Empress, who had just been ruthless and decisive, treating Title Douluos like dirt, was the first to look away.
She lowered her eyes slightly, and a faint blush appeared on her beautiful cheeks.
This scene shocked everyone.
Is this still the same domineering and incomparable Martial Soul Pope?
This is clearly a young girl... experiencing love for the first time.
Ning Lin felt a surge of emotion upon seeing her like this.
He had so much to say to her.
I want to ask her how she's been all these years.
I want to tell her how much I miss her.
But when the words are on the tip of my tongue, I don't know where to begin.
Just then, a strong feeling of dizziness surged into his brain like a tidal wave.
Everything in front of me began to blur and double.
For three days and three nights in the dungeon, they neither drank a drop of water nor ate a single grain of rice.
He then forcibly activated two different flames to fight against Ma Hongjun's Phoenix Martial Soul.
His body was already at its limit.
Previously, it was all sustained by sheer willpower.
At this moment, with the crisis over and his mind at ease, the accumulated weakness could no longer be suppressed and erupted.
Ning Lin's knees buckled, and his body fell forward uncontrollably.
"Forest!"
Bibi Dong's expression changed drastically; the momentary panic made her forget all about being shy.
She strode forward, stretched out her arms, and steadily embraced Ning Lin.
That soft and warm touch was Ning Lin's last memory before she fell into a coma.
"Quickly! Summon the imperial physician!"
Upon seeing this, Prince Xuexing immediately shouted.
"No need."
Bibi Dong raised her head, her voice regaining its papal authority.
"I will personally take care of his health."
After saying that, she carefully picked Ning Lin up in her arms, her movements as gentle as if she were holding a rare treasure.
She held him in her arms, turned around, and, under the watchful eyes of everyone, walked step by step toward the City Lord's Mansion.
No one dared to stop them.
...
The Lord's Mansion, bedroom.
The familiar scent of agarwood lingers in my nostrils.
Ning Lin's eyelids trembled slightly, then slowly opened.
What came into view was not a magnificent roof with carved beams and painted rafters, but a beautiful face filled with concern and joy.
Bibi Dong sat by his bedside, staring at him intently.
In her eyes, there was no longer the authority and domineering presence she displayed, only an unyielding tenderness and joy.
"You're awake."
Her voice was so soft, as if she were afraid of disturbing something.
"Um."
Ning Lin responded and tried to sit up.
"Don't move."
Bibi Dong quickly held him down.
"Your body is severely depleted and needs rest."
Ning Lin looked at her, at the bloodshot eyes and the undisguised exhaustion in her eyes, and felt a pang of pain in his heart.
He knew that she probably hadn't slept a wink since his accident.
At this moment, all words seem pale and powerless.
He reached out and gently stroked her cheek.
She reached out and took his hand.
Their eyes met.
Almost simultaneously.
They both moved closer to each other.
Ning Lin sat up and pulled her into his arms.
Bibi Dong then wrapped her arms around his neck.
No further words were spoken.
Their lips pressed tightly together.
It was a deep and passionate kiss.
Years of pent-up longing, worry, and the overwhelming joy of reunion erupted at this moment.
It was as if they wanted to meld the other person into their very bones and blood.
The temperature inside the room was rising rapidly.
The atmosphere became enchanting and ambiguous.
Just then—
"Bang!"
The door was violently kicked open from the outside.
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