After Helena stepped in front of Ophelia with a face full of anger, Luo Wei's figure was also completely blocked by her. Ophelia gradually suppressed the smile that had appeared upon seeing Luo Wei.
She looked at Helena with a calm expression. "You have no manners at all. Is this how Luo Wei usually teaches you?"
"Hmph! Why should I be polite to you?" Helena glared at her coldly, then pointed toward the door.
"Get out of here before I can't hold back the urge to kill you! You're not welcome here!"
"How dare you!" Caroline stepped forward with a furious expression. "Commoner! Do you know who you're speaking to?"
Her Highness had cut her recuperation short just to see Luo Wei sooner, and she had even prepared gifts with great joy. Yet, the moment she walked through the door, she was met with such insolence.
Caroline immediately wanted to draw her casting weapon to teach this rude commoner a lesson.
But Ophelia stopped her.
"Your Highness?"
Ophelia shook her head slightly, seemingly unbothered. Instead, a subtle, enigmatic smile appeared on her lips.
She looked at the girl before her, who seemed to be asserting her territory, and teased,
"Helena, it's been so many years, but you still haven't made any progress, have you?"
"You can't hide your emotions at all. Everything is written all over your face. You're not very ladylike, are you?"
Helena hated it when people talked about her in such a condescending tone. Her anger flared up.
"That's not true!!"
"Brother always praises me! I've changed a lot!"
Helena glared at her angrily, then quickly turned to Luo Wei behind her, seeking his approval.
What could Luo Wei say? He could only nod awkwardly.
"Well... Ophelia, you don't know, but Helena has grown up a lot. She's matured..."
"See? Brother agrees with me!" Helena deliberately clung to Luo Wei's arm in an overly affectionate manner, then shot Ophelia a triumphant look.
"Did you hear that?"
"Oh?" Ophelia raised an eyebrow, looking at Helena with interest.
"Hmm... you've grown a bit taller, but as for your figure..."
She rubbed her smooth chin and began to criticize mercilessly, "You're still as flat as a board. If I were Luo Wei, I wouldn't even bother looking at you."
Helena was stunned for a moment.
She quickly glanced down at herself, then stole a look at Ophelia's figure.
Her teeth clenched in frustration and anger.
This hit was particularly devastating. Helena had always been self-conscious about her flat chest, especially since her brother seemed to admire Evelyn's more voluptuous figure...
She could transform into that shape, but it wasn't her true form. She couldn't maintain that "mimicry" state forever...
"You... you..." Helena grew more and more furious, her whole body trembling with emotion.
But Ophelia wasn't done yet.
Seeing Helena's emotions laid bare, her anger escalating...
Ophelia's light-colored eyes filled with a disdainful gaze.
"Your personality has changed a bit, though."
"When you were a child, even though you didn't like me, you only dared to curse me behind my back."
"But now~" she sneered, "you actually dare to confront me head-on. What? Are you going through a rebellious phase?"
"You..." Helena's face was full of murderous intent. "Your tongue is as sharp as ever! You haven't changed at all!"
"Thank you for the compliment." Ophelia smiled at her.
"You!!!"
Seeing Helena's shoulders and arms tense up, Luo Wei quickly stepped forward to hold her back, afraid she might impulsively attack.
Given how boldly Ophelia had walked into the ward, Luo Wei knew she must have come prepared...
He looked at Ophelia helplessly, his eyes conveying disapproval.
She had chosen this moment to visit, knowing Helena would be here, and knowing there would be a confrontation.
Sure enough, Ophelia met Luo Wei's gaze and responded with a sly, triumphant smile.
She had done this on purpose!
Luo Wei sighed and tried to calm Helena down. From the moment these two had met, their clashing attitudes had foreshadowed how this would end...
One was calm and composed, while the other was trembling with rage. They weren't even on the same level...
This reminded him of the past. After Ophelia had moved into the old mansion, she had always acted as the lady of the house. She had never taken Helena, who was timid and of low status, seriously.
In her words, Helena was more like a...
Pet that she and Luo Wei had raised together...
This was why Helena, who always saw herself as Luo Wei's sister, disliked her so much...
Ophelia was too domineering, always making Helena feel like her place was being usurped.
As the atmosphere in the ward grew colder and Helena remained at a disadvantage, Evelyn, who had been watching from the sidelines, finally couldn't take it anymore.
She cleared her throat and walked calmly into the center of the conflict.
"Your Highness, the Fifth Princess, as a guest, don't you think you're being a bit too overbearing?"
Everyone turned to look at Evelyn.
Her gaze met Ophelia's, and she smiled serenely. For a moment, she exuded a presence that rivaled that of the Fifth Princess of the Empire.
Luo Wei felt a surge of gratitude as he looked at Evelyn. Finally, a reliable adult woman had stepped in to save the day...
It was like the arrival of a hero!
Go, Evelyn!
However, in the next second...
Ophelia's light-colored eyes casually drifted toward Evelyn, and she gave her a brief, indifferent glance.
"Who are you?"
"Huh?" Evelyn was taken aback.
Ophelia asked this one question nonchalantly, then shifted her gaze away as if Evelyn didn't exist.
This left Evelyn completely flustered.
She had prepared a whole arsenal of sharp comebacks for a verbal battle, but she hadn't expected to be dismissed so casually... and now, she was left speechless.
"I... I am..."
As she tried to explain her identity, she suddenly realized her train of thought had been disrupted.
Evelyn frowned, her beautiful brows knitting together. "Wait, no! Who I am has nothing to do with you!"
She sneered, "If anything, you're the one who has the least connection to Luo Wei in this room! As an outsider, what right do you have to boss us around?"
Luo Wei, seeing Evelyn's anger rising, thought to himself, "This is bad..."
Ophelia definitely knew who Evelyn was. She had even secretly taken photos of him and Evelyn having dinner together...
She was doing this on purpose...
After Evelyn finished her tirade...
Ophelia's indifferent, light-colored eyes slowly turned to her, finally acknowledging her presence.
She studied Evelyn's face with a thoughtful expression.
"Oh, the Abraham family, right? I think I've seen you before."
"Hmph!" Evelyn crossed her arms. "Good that you know. Even though you're a member of the royal family, you can't act so arrogantly. With my family's influence, we're not afraid of..."
Before she could finish, Ophelia interrupted her with a casual remark.
"The fact that my father has allowed your vampire family to remain in the Imperial Council is already a great mercy."
"In recent years, my father has been purging the Empire of non-human families. Even those ancient vampires in your family, who have lived for who knows how long, have had to keep a low profile and tread carefully."
She smiled with a condescending look of disdain. "What? Are you trying to bring trouble to your family? A fallen family like yours, begging for scraps—what right do you have to speak to me like this?"
"You... you!!"
Evelyn seemed to have been struck where it hurt. Her whole body trembled with emotion.
Her expression shifted between anger and worry...
In the end, she simply deflated...
Evelyn, defeated!
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
