Chapter Forty-Seven

After speaking, Duan Lang took Qing Qiudie’s hand, activating his lightness skill, and together they floated ashore.

The lady summoned her husband for a brief discussion. If Chun Pei set out with his attendants the next day, carrying the treasures, upon arriving in Jiangzhou, they planned to pay a special visit to the beauty currently favored most by Master Ba.

In truth, Wang Yan had already noticed the subtle changes in Lan Yu’s expression and was certain that Uncle Ji’s thoughts and arrangements were entirely correct.

Allen paid no heed to the outside gossip; his expression tense as he watched Angela, eager to see her reaction and response.

It was only then that I realized many things that seemed simple were actually very difficult to accomplish. Were it not for my cousin and friends who wholeheartedly helped me, this mission would have been nearly impossible to complete flawlessly.

“Then do you think I’m fickle or passionate?” Duan Lang whispered as he nibbled on Shi Jiao’s cheek.

“Have you loaded the bullet?” A dagger flew through the air, tracing a beautiful arc before piercing the enemy’s heart.

“I have a feeling the Scorpion isn’t dead yet.” Wang Manchun showed a photo from the execution scene. Senior Brother often surprised people—perhaps Ming Fan was truly alive. If so, surely... he would come to rescue their beloved eldest sister, right? Ha.

“Alright, alright, everyone gets one. Here, Ming Fan, this is for you. Big sister hopes you grow wiser in the coming year, stay healthy, and safe.” Casually handing over a large red envelope, Ming Fan gratefully accepted it. “Thank you, big sister.”

“Uncle Li, we... have indeed met, but we never disclosed any information about the organization...” Cheng Jinyun said timidly, barely daring to raise her head.

Seeing this, Elder Shui behind Qi Chengyu snorted coldly, stamping his right foot on the ground. Instantly, a terrifying aura surged forward, colliding with the charging Elder Li.

At this moment, all—from disciples to elders of the Immortal Sect, including Xiahou Qingtian—glared malevolently at Zheng Shaoge.

At the city gate, Liu Sanqian continuously comforted Li Rou. It was no wonder Li Rou was heartbroken; after a rare reunion, they had to part again soon. Moreover, Liu Sanqian had gone off to meet his lover; if it were anyone else, they’d at least give him a beating.

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Little Four was so upset she dared not cry, fearing punishment. Big Four scrubbed vigorously as if washing cabbage, rinsing and swirling repeatedly, while Third Four sat at the door cracking melon seeds and laughing.

Steam from the hot coffee rose and drifted into her eyes, penetrating the pupils and reaching the most delicate surface cells, forcing her tears to fall onto the white floral tablecloth, where they quickly spread through the dense stripes.

“You know, his intention was to kill him,” the man said, glancing back at Ye Wu. He raised his gun, about to pull the trigger, when a dense black mist rapidly gathered above the coffin lid, visible to the naked eye.

Yang Gao was quite clever; in class, he was always among the top students. Barring accidents, he was sure to pass the second-tier university entrance.

In his line of sight, just as the green-haired youth’s fist was about to strike Zheng Shaoge, Zheng Shaoge remained perfectly still, merely glancing at the green-haired boy.

Besides this, Xiang Lin was always keen to create new hairstyles for Fang Nai, making her ‘prettier’. Since she could remember, Fang Nai always looked exhausted and uncomfortable before Xiang Lin. These past two days of rest had improved her complexion, making Xiang Lin happily remark on how beautiful her mother truly was.

“Hongyu, let’s go inside to talk.” Lin Chunhua let Big Four and the others play outside and pulled Tang Hongyu indoors.

Back in the Royal Light Treasure, Muraldin didn’t understand why his king suddenly rejoiced but guessed it had something to do with the combat skills he had mentioned.

Wolf was somewhat surprised. For a Nordic child prone to violence, such a choice was rare. Even One-Eyed Dragon Hill seemed sleepy when Wolf mentioned the chaotic history of Swadia’s various count territories. Wolf really didn’t expect Ragnar's children to have such interests.

Li Bai began composing poetry at three, became famous in a county by twelve, and by twenty, was almost the undisputed master of poetry. At forty, his poetic debates with Du Fu earned Du Fu’s utmost admiration, proclaiming him the greatest talent of the age.

Li Tai and Li Ke were smart men, so they managed to enjoy a fairly decent lunch as they wished.

However, such leisure no longer belonged to Li Mao, for since his ascension to emperor, he found there was simply never enough time each day.

Regarding updates: some details still need sorting out, so for the next two weeks, there will be two updates per week; starting the week after next, at least three updates per week will be guaranteed.

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The delegation sent by Dachen was stranded in Jiangxia Commandery, while the envoy dispatched to Qi State also only arrived after reaching Shouyang.

Lu Yang quietly watched Bella, unsure how to respond directly. Logically, Bella had rejected the engagement because she looked down on his previous frivolous behavior, trampling a man’s dignity so openly. Shouldn’t he hate her for that?

Eating sweet potatoes daily, occasionally rice? Besides wine, peanuts, and soybeans, could I really not eat anything else? Is it necessary not to spend money when I have it?

This young master Xuan Xingmo was always accompanied by unmatched beauties. Which man in the world wouldn’t gnash his teeth in envy and hatred? Jealousy, admiration, and resentment were normal—if one didn’t feel jealous, that would be abnormal.

Although Ling Luo had ulterior motives, if Ling Luo didn’t want to save him, then no matter who he was, it would be useless.

Hearing this, Wang Dong recalled he had told her he planned to leave Yixian, but back then, wasn’t that to deceive Ou Peng? I did it all for your sake, yet you turned around and questioned me.

Perhaps the injury to his foot wasn’t severe; at least Wang Dong saw no sign of discomfort in his movements. As usual, he boarded bus 601, heading toward the school.

What was even more unexpected was that they did not receive Zhao Yihuan’s reinforcements but instead were met by Gu Canglan, marking her defeat as decisive.

“General Situ? What happened to him?” Ling Jiantong, unable to scold Quan’er, focused all her attention on Situ Qianchen.