Chapter 54

Fortunately, that arguing couple resumed their quarrel, and most people, after a glance, quickly turned their heads back. Tao Ran let out a huge sigh of relief inwardly, thinking: Good thing it didn't attract attention! How boring, some people just love to gawk at a spectacle; what on earth is so interesting about a fight?

"How am I doing as the Lord of this Realm?" the Water Realm Lord asked his subordinates as he walked, anticipating a few words of flattery.

This quiet serenity was utterly bizarre. The absence of surveillance cameras was understandable—they couldn't let too many people keep tabs on the activities inside the building—but the lack of electric lights was simply inexcusable. Over a dozen desert people had entered, yet the oil company had only handed over a few corpses. Where had the rest of the desert people vanished to?

Yue Junzheng had not made any promises to Cang Jiuyao, but neither did he continue to bring up the matter of proclaiming this child as crown prince on the day of his enthronement ceremony.

Of course, while this method would not corrode Mu Guiyi's skin, it consumed a tremendous amount of spiritual power. If he failed to find the correct direction before his spiritual power was exhausted, he would be injured by these clinging, turbid miasmas.

The Prince of Li's grand wedding was fast approaching, and both the Prince of Li's estate and the entire Silver Peak City were immersed in a festive and bustling atmosphere.

Seeing this, Houhou Zhiyi wept before he even spoke, resorting at this moment to the most shameless tactic of trying to melt her heart first: "Chubei, you have been wronged. It is entirely right for you to be angry and to want to kill him; he is simply too scoundrelly. How could there be any reason to frighten you like that?"

Hua Xi glanced at him, understanding his intention. He did not wish for her to treat him too well; otherwise, she would make him sink further into the abyss, unable to extricate himself and continuing to suffer.

Seeing the scene before her, Jiang Jingxiu naturally assumed it was the doctor making rounds to check on the patient's condition. Therefore, she hurried to the bedside, eager to hear what the doctor had to say about Su Li's condition.

"Taking a bath." After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Yu Chusi turned the camera toward her parents so each could chat for a bit, then hung up.

Had it been in the past, Su Yahui would certainly have refused. She never allowed Ding Yaojiang to drink carbonated beverages, but her son had behaved exceptionally well today, and refusing him seemed a bit unreasonable.

Quan An repeatedly agreed, while Zhao Ling whispered privately: "Go quickly and find out which household won it, and spend some silver to buy it back. Training a marten takes a long time, so don't keep the Seventh Young Lady waiting too long." Quan An took the order and left.

Those wealthy, influential families were different; they were the true customers of Moxue Tower, and the ones who would genuinely be affected by the Lu family.

The school classrooms remained open as usual during the winter vacation, and many senior high school students voluntarily came to school for self-study to prepare for the exams. The senior building was as orderly as ever, and walking into any classroom casually would reveal the figures of numerous students.

Hearing her mention "a very, very long time ago," Zhao Ling thought of her parents and assumed she was speaking of sweet nothings exchanged between her father and mother during her childhood.

"Did you help me with all of this?" Lin Chuan gently rubbed the jade pendant, then asked silently in his heart.

Looking at his expression and his gaze, one could tell that his obsession with Pei Shiyin remained as unwavering as ever.

In her dreams, she sewed ceremonial robes for Brother Ling day and night, but for some reason, those robes always encountered various problems that delayed the process. Her wedding dress had already been embroidered, glowing with brilliant radiance, and her grandmother had told her to bring the wedding dress back.

"What kind of nonsense is this!" That guest felt the manager made a reasonable point, so he glared at Yun Dachuan. "Fine, I won't eat here today. What a piece of bad luck." With that, he settled his bill and left.

When Nanbei raised those dark, innocent eyes to look at her, her heart trembled violently, and a fire ignited in her throat, burning away whatever words she had been about to say next.

Yet since the other party made it clear that they considered themselves one of their own, there was only one possible explanation: the person was an old acquaintance! Du Yuesheng thought of this, his heart nodding slightly. This was the only possibility! But after running through everyone he knew in his mind, he still could not figure out who the stranger might be.

Ye Chen had initially hesitated over whether to leave. After all, Yu Bingsheng's affairs were not his own; since Yu Bingsheng had not spoken up, given her connections, she likely already had a way to resolve it. For him to meddle would not only seem superfluous, but also unjustified and uncalled for.

"The two of you are traveling together?" Du Yuesheng asked, somewhat puzzled. Lu Xiaojia's purpose in coming to the Shanghai滩 was not to listen to operas or sightsee, but to feel out the situation in the Shanghai滩. With a matter so crucial, why was he still dragging Zhang Xueliang along? What was he plotting?

This luck value would increase by one point with each card draw; the higher the luck value, the greater the probability of drawing a good card. However, the luck value accumulated during the current week would be reduced to one-tenth by the following week. Once they drew a golden card, this luck value would be reset to zero.

The price of the second card was much lower. Since the first one had already been bought, the possibility of researching its fusion was virtually cut off. Fortunately, the card itself was of good quality, and it was ultimately sold for eighteen million.

"Yuesheng naturally understands this in his heart," Du Yuesheng nodded and then took his leave. Zhang Xueliang insisted on leaving with Du Yuesheng, and no matter how Lu Xiaojia tried to persuade him, it was of no use, so he simply let him be.

He Lu's face turned ashen. I said, "Since he is willing to negotiate, it shows there is still room for maneuver." He Lu gave me a deep look, said nothing further, and walked out.

Mo Yunxiao's resolve wavered under these words, his gaze looking plaintively at the Left Protector. Although the man had his back to him, he couldn't help turning his head back to steal a glance. The yearning in those eyes was no pretense, and it caused his heart to soften slightly. Did this man truly care about him?