35. Collecting a Small Fee

Ruan Li handed the clothes inside, the door left only a narrow crack.

"Are you not coming in, Your Highness?" The man watched the small hand reaching through the door frame and couldn't help but want to laugh. Was he some kind of monster? Why was she hiding from him like this?

"No, no need. Put your clothes on first, and I will come in once you are ready."

There was silence in the room for a moment before Ruan Li felt a slight lightness in her hand; the clothes had evidently been taken. After waiting a while, a voice called out, "I am dressed, you may enter."

"Gege! He must die!" With lightning speed, Mei Mo drew the soft sword from her waist and pressed it against Nian Gengyao.

Ah Feng glared at her, genuinely annoyed. The Old Master had seen with his own eyes what she and the Empress had endured, yet he had never stepped forward to help, offering nothing more than a few words.

Her tightly shut eyes flew open upon hearing the sound. Seeing the worried, anxious gaze of the Ninth Prince, she suddenly burst into tears—perhaps out of relief, or perhaps because she was moved to see those eyes that had guarded her all along still watching over her now.

Countless javelins soared through the air like a dense rain of steel, descending with interwoven shadows upon the panic-stricken pikemen below, bringing death and terror. At that moment, the enemy troops were struck with horror, their eyes filled with despair.

Watching Eve walk slowly toward me with a probe-like device in her hand, my heart wept.

Yi Yuefeng felt helpless and could only say awkwardly, "Very well, I shall come to visit Han'er again tomorrow." With that, he turned and walked away slowly, his steps heavy.

"Even if the people you use bring endless unrest to Aicaxia, you have no doubts?" Xia Kui asked with a smile.

Zhangsun Wuji was overjoyed. The position of Junior Minister of the Court of Diplomatic Ceremonies was a high-ranking post of the fourth rank. Although, in name, the Junior Minister was a deputy and the Minister held the primary authority, that position had remained vacant for some time. As Junior Minister, he essentially held full control over the court.

"Sister, there is a fabric shop ahead. Let's go buy some material to make clothes," Luo Xi said, pointing to the shop in front of them.

Only then did they realize that the murderous intent inside the carriage far surpassed their own, but it was too late. In their desperation, they retreated frantically, releasing the arrows in their hands.

Fine, forgive her selfishness. Having read so many romances, she had always secretly mocked those characters who, under the guise of protecting their partner, deliberately hid truths to avoid causing pain, only to end up creating a series of misunderstandings between them.

Because of Deng Pengju's tardiness, Chang Yiming made an impromptu decision to prioritize the production department. In less than ten minutes, the arrogant Assistant Sun had concisely summarized the production system and arranged the key performance indicators, leaving an impression of sharp competence.

To kill, or not to kill—that was a question worthy of careful consideration. Qin Hao found it difficult to decide, so he stood rooted to the spot, frowning in deep thought, inwardly cursing his own indecisiveness.

Had it not been for her father's repeated attempts to break the marriage engagement, Concubine Qin would have truly become Master Le’s legal wife. Alas, saddled with such a troublesome father, she was relegated to a concubine. If Master Le had remained an official in Pingyu, her elevation would have been only a matter of time, as Master Le himself acknowledged that Qu Ling’er was limited by her background.

In the middle of the hall were two massage tables specifically for scrubbing, along with several rattan chairs for resting and tea. Next door was a special bathing area for salt and milk baths, facial masks, and beauty treatments. There were beds there as well, but they were partitioned to avoid embarrassment.

Venomous fluid flickered intermittently across his body, making him look like a grotesque weapon born from the fusion of biochemical life and technology.

Except for Dong Chen, who had been watching this place closely. The moment he saw Jing Yuchen stand up, he knew something had gone wrong and hurried over, only to find Xia Ruo sitting half-collapsed on the ground.