Volume 1, Chapter 54: The Sun Raises the Long River at Dawn (Part 1)

After so much time had passed, the Emperor still could not let it go. What about those domestic matters within the inner court? Was it wrong of him to want to marry a Crown Princess who could provide strong support?

That evening, as soon as Lu Qi returned home, she said nothing to her parents. After enjoying a lively meal with her family of four, she went upstairs to her bedroom and sent a voice message to Guan Yang.

The other racing drivers looked at the black sports car that kept overtaking others and had already claimed the lead, mentally giving it the middle finger.

Ever since returning to the capital, her former brother-in-law had never taken on any official position and seemed to have developed a fondness for drinking. He had heard many people express their pity over this.

In their right hands, they held slender, sharp European foil swords, while their left hands held fierce, leashed leopards.

Bai Qianchi turned around. Seeing that Emperor Shaojue had emerged, she quickly hurried over to his side and pulled him toward the wardrobe.

However, when King Phil and Helian Yao—who was also a king—were placed side by side, simply judging by their performance this night, the contrast became immediately apparent once compared.

After everyone had walked some distance away, Shao Xueyan faced Lu Qi and Zhang Yun, remaining silent for a long time before finally speaking.

The moment he stepped into the corridor, a sudden rush of wind roared from behind. Before he had time to dodge, he felt a heavy blow strike the center of his back with a dull, thunderous crash that sent ringing echoes reverberating through the four stone walls.

Upon hearing the order, the grand army, though oblivious to what the prime minister was plotting, had no choice but to obey the military command.

Yet, one thing was clear in Liu Yi's mind: since Mi Lu was not around, Ye Xinqiao undoubtedly had matters to discuss with her and certainly wasn't here just for casual, idle chatter.

"Tang Hao, stop assessing the situation. If something has genuinely happened to him, then this matter is going to blow up," said Xi Yun.

However, Ye Qing was right inside the factory now and was already injured; he had no time to waste.

Muyu Zai continued speaking. Although Zhang Chengyang's second branch belonged to the old Zhang family and couldn't just walk away on a whim like Yang Lu claimed, he couldn't call the shots either. All these years, the entire burden of running Shouyi both inside and out had rested entirely on Zhang Yi's shoulders alone.

Ma Qing scratched his head in confusion, feeling that something was a bit off, yet unable to pinpoint exactly what was strange about it.

As soon as Chu Hui returned to her courtyard, she immediately locked herself in her room. Standing before the mirror, she patted her cheeks, which had yet to lose their flush, feeling thoroughly vexed.

Zhang Yi nodded. Thinking of what Muyu Zai had just said, and recalling the runaway new apprentice, Xu Jiao couldn't help but wish to smooth away the crease of worry between his brows and let the dense fog disperse.

Closing the door, Liu Yi sat on the bed in a huff. Even though Ma Qing had already left the bedroom, she still glared resentfully at the doorway.

Tang Hao picked up the teapot, poured a cup of tea for Xia Yuyang, and looked up at Professor Xia, whose cheeks were flushed. At that moment, Professor Xia clearly appeared much less aloof, not only in her expression but also in her physical demeanor. Her shirt had grown somewhat damp, accentuating the sensuous curves of her body.

"Well, now! That is genuinely difficult, and I'm afraid I'm not cut out for it." With that, he walked out.

Chen Yi had never expected there to be a hidden quest, and with this, his integration rate instantly increased by five percent.

Ji Mumo looked in surprise at the person who had spoken; he was the assistant director, seemingly surnamed Sun, called Sun Jie.

The prerequisite was to earn back those tens of millions first! In his past life, Chen Ming indeed possessed a net worth of tens of millions, but he had never actually laid eyes on such a massive pile of cash himself.

Possessing a half-demon constitution, he rivaled pure-blooded demonic clans, and his overall strength far surpassed that of ordinary eighth-tier demons.

This surge of bloodline power was even more terrifying than a natural disaster. Cyan-gold blood began to rush and surge throughout his entire body, causing the entire bloodline space to radiate brilliantly.

She held virtually no solid evidence in her hands; all she had was the call recording with Hu Jinshan. If the other party refused to admit it, what could she possibly do?

Not long after her return, the Ji family went bankrupt. She couldn't fathom what kind of relationship she had with Liang Jin that made him willing to back her.

Although she and Yue Hongling were both injured and exhausted at the moment and desperately needed rest, their injuries weren't severe enough to matter—having a brief window of time to pop pills and meditate would be quite sufficient.

Though they were not cultivators from the primary world, in terms of spiritual intelligence, there was no great disparity between them.

Su Xiaoting sat inside a large wooden cage, unable to describe the taste in her heart, but given a choice, she would likely have preferred to remain in her familiar surroundings.

"One, two, three," Fen Sidao shouted loudly at the top of his lungs. The six of them shared a single purpose and exerted force simultaneously, attempting to wrench Tuo Jixiang's left palm free from Shangguan Honghai's right grip.

In case they couldn't last long and lost their jobs, as a fellow townsman, she would once again have to welcome them back home, settle them in, and take care of their food, clothing, housing, and transportation.

This name consisted of the two syllables he could pronounce most standardly, followed closely by "shoes-shoes"—a gratifying achievement.

The elderly couple had not yet eaten dinner, waiting for the two children while subsisting on pastries. Currently, only the grandparents were at home; Cui Yiyang and his wife were in Shanghai, with the adults going to work and the children going to school, leaving no time to return.

A sudden, sharp scream startled her into pulling back her foot just in time to avoid stepping down. The consequence was that, losing her balance, she lunged forward... It was fine; she instinctively poked the floorboards with a finger on either side of her, propping up her entire body to ensure she didn't crush any cats or dogs.

Grey, white, and black rabbits huddled together in a basket, looking exceptionally adorable, but Mu Chen's thoughts were focused entirely on how to cook them deliciously.

Of course she felt envious! Look at Mrs. Lin, freely swiping her husband's supplementary credit card. The crucial point was that Mr. Lin was young, promising, remarkably adept at making money, handsome, and wealthy.

After all, Yi Nuo still had the option of entering suspended animation inside a cryo-chamber, waiting for the day of a medical breakthrough. But for someone like Su Xiaoting, the tens of millions of genetic disease patients waiting for a cure simply could not afford to wait.

Mu Ran felt a momentary awkwardness, realizing he might indeed have gotten a bit carried away. However, knowing where Wuyue hid his wine, he immediately told Bai Gang to wait for him a moment and went off to fetch the liquor himself.