Chapter 83: Scandal

Bai Huan felt a bit dizzy. Chenxiang supported her, asking, “Do you want to rest for a while?” Bai Huan smiled apologetically at the women at the table. “I’m afraid I had too much to drink. I’ll go clear my head.” Chenxiang helped her toward the inner courtyard.

Gu Yunjiao, who had been watching her closely, immediately stood up and followed them out with her personal maid.

As Chenxiang guided Bai Huan through the moon gate, a maid hurried over. “Fourth Young Madam, someone from the banquet staff is looking for you. They have something to discuss.”

This forbidden power was like physical strength—useful in any circumstance, against anything.

“Literal meaning. Does the princess not understand?” The man lowered his gaze, looking at the Southern Barbarian princess who pointed her sword at him, his voice calm.

He thought, no matter how hard Qin Chuan tried, the best he could manage was to be among the top ten in the class—which was already quite impressive.

Anxin had just arrived at the hospital and saw Xiao Zhuoran waiting at the entrance. She told him she was going to the department to pick something up, but Xiao Zhuoran informed her that, considering her recent performance, the hospital was willing to let her stay on as an intern, even though she was no longer eligible for the prestigious school partnership.

This voice was nothing like the lingering, ethereal notes of his music; it was low and husky, carrying an indescribable allure. Mu Qianxia paused for a moment, let out a laugh, and pushed the door open to enter. The man had spoken so directly—there was no need for her to pretend.

A short distance ahead lay a village. The villagers were gaunt and weathered, drinking dirty water and brine, eating coarse bread and husk cakes.

“No, no, I, I…” Xu Meng clung to Xu Yuma’s hand, almost dragging her along, even gripping a nearby bench, pleading desperately.

Not only did they have to clear the mountains and barren lands, but to be able to plant directly next year, they needed to finish construction before the snow fell.

A few days later, Wu Ming walked toward the Magic Tower, pondering a question that would affect a series of his upcoming actions. It wouldn’t conflict with his plans, but it would at least influence his approach.

During the process of suppressing these containment objects, he had twice encountered events similar to the rotting apple incident. In other words, his sea of consciousness now contained two more distinct entities.

For a time, the Japanese pirates on the island fought the Ming army with terrifying brutality. The mere mention of their swords sent shivers through the Ming ranks.

He had also discovered that Old Fox Jiang Ende visited the Donghua Coal Mine once a month. Officially, it was to inspect the work, but in reality, it was far more complicated.

The husky curled up outside, tail tucked between its legs, in utter grief. It caught sight of Eggplant, who shamelessly came over with another hare-brained scheme.

Corein’s emerald eyes glimmered with curiosity and doubt. This man seemed as mysterious and unfathomable as he had years ago.

It turned out that Shirley and her friends, worried for his safety, had borrowed one of Guessmaster’s armed helicopters to search for him.

In his hand, he gripped a black long blade, chopping forcefully at the iron post before him, producing a series of clangs.

Chen Jie suddenly shifted his weight, then executed a locust step, darting forward and instantly closing the distance between them.

Yet most youths who achieved greatness eventually found their days difficult, tumbling from the heights.

He set down his cup and walked next door to see what Pea Teacher was doing, hoping to ask her about the “Source of Life” as soon as he had time.

Ever since Xiuxiu arrived, Wu Meier had shown her subtle hostility. Now, seeing Chu He alone taking Xiuxiu to Yizhou, Wu Meier was adamant in her refusal.

But she wasn’t familiar with the area and wasn’t sure if Jiang Hua would agree to her request.

Arriving at a corner of the courtyard, returning to the home he’d lived in for years, Zhou Kai stretched lazily, lay down, and casually turned on the virtual television, where the latest news from the human world was playing.