Volume 1, Chapter 22: Have You Ever Heard My True Word?

Xu Liunian felt humiliated by the sharp retort, yet because Ye Chen was a prince, he dared not voice his harsher thoughts.

Ling Feiyu looked on in disbelief. He had closed his eyes not to sleep, but to cast his consciousness into the snow in search of others; yet, inexplicably, he had fallen asleep and even had a nightmare—the first time such a thing had happened in all these years.

Although Si Tu possessed great talent, she truly could not grasp the trick of it. She had only seen it once, and when Chi Yijiu noticed she could not fathom it, he let the matter drop.

Chen Xinnan said nothing. He tested the temperature of the water in the cup, inserted a straw, and held the tip to Jiang Zi’s lips.

Ma Sanbao commanded with orderly precision. Under his direction, the Bureau of Civil Service Examinations Director and the Regional Commander—both confirmed to be deeply corrupt—had sacks pulled over their heads and were escorted out of the courtyard. The two men, ignorant of their predicament and intimidated by the stern reprimands of the officials, dared not speak as they were loaded onto a carriage and taken to the prison where they would be detained.

However, if the president of the Shao Group were to refuse a partnership with his company face-to-face, it would be equivalent to cutting off his firm’s future. If he could not salvage the situation in time, the company he had spent most of his life struggling to build would no longer be able to operate in this city.

Yet, Lin Luo’s attitude had frustrated Bei Lili for some time, and her colleagues had warned her that continuing this way would only ruin her own reputation and leave a negative impression on others. After much deliberation, Bei Lili stopped gossiping about Lin Luo’s private family matters with her colleagues.

Lin Mo overlooked one fact: Xing Ziyan and Fang Mujin had emerged from the employee elevator, not the president’s private one.

Shao Yang interrupted her, placing a finger against his lips in a gesture of reassurance, quite domineeringly silencing what she was about to say next.

He dared not imagine what would have happened if he had been a step slower—what if this girl had jumped?

Han Shenyan recalled the time they had faced that storm; their dreams as a group of seven had seemed on the verge of shattering. Back then, she had been just as fragile.

Unable to find Zhao Yi, Ming Lan could not set her mind at ease. Fearing he might be taken in by Northern Liang just as Gu Shaoye had been, she sent Yu Que to investigate.

Chang’an opened her mouth, wanting to defend herself, but Nanny Liang suddenly interrupted her.

If this eighth Seraph was created by chaos and darkness, then at the moment of her birth, in order to maintain the balance of light and darkness she spoke of, Chaos would surely have endowed her with the attribute of darkness.

However, the Qian family also had their eyes on Ye Feng’s academic standing. As a Xiucai, his scholarship was solid; if he did not pass this session, he would surely succeed in the next.

He had blurted out the very thing the water ghosts had been desperately trying to keep quiet; I truly wanted to slap him across the face.

He spoke with an air of complete tranquility, as if what he was about to face was nothing difficult to accept.

Even if Li Zhiqing’s status was low, could it be lower than that of Noble Lady Liang? Although she was only a Noble Lady, she had the Eighth Prince and the Emperor’s favor—even the Four Consorts had to treat her with courtesy. Favor brought prestige. Wasn’t Noble Consort Tong a perfect example of the opposite?

Bian Cheng used someone else’s phone to call her, only to discover that Yan Shuo had blocked him. She did her best to soothe her manager.

His dark eyes, deep as the vast ocean, remained fixed on Ye Jian. His thin, sensual lips slowly curled upward, and a smile spilled from his eyes, the lingering threads of his affection gently enveloping her bit by bit.

The Principality of Kiler had withdrawn from Palia too late. If the old master, Caesar, had not left them two universal teleportation arrays, their entire army might have been wiped out beneath the walls of Palia. Even so, their most elite Cossack Legion had suffered at least ten percent casualties, leaving the entire force essentially paralyzed.