Chapter Twenty-Seven: A Forceful Mother and a Father Who Has Thrown in the Towel

However, as the match became more exciting, he appropriately ceased his commentary and focused his full attention on the game. The England team continued to perform brilliantly in the second half; while they did not exert the same overwhelming pressure as they had in the first, their overall advantage remained clear.

Baili Changfeng masked the complex emotions in his eyes and mercilessly thrust his sword through Hehuan’s chest. Countless wisps of spiritual energy dissipated like fireflies, swirling in the air before incinerating into nothingness, leaving no trace behind.

When her gaze inadvertently drifted outside the shop, she saw the same bustling crowd as always, with many couples among them. Seeing the joy on their faces, An Ruo felt as if she were looking at herself, her heart filled with a sense of sweetness.

Colluding with foreign invaders and inciting the Xiongnu to march south was no different from treason. Even if one wished to uphold the dignity of the scholarly class, in the face of such charges, no one could say a word. It was already an act of great magnanimity for Liu Xie to spare Zhong Yao’s family; if they were to make a scene now, it would truly be unreasonable.

Looking at the trees not far away, the vast, dark silhouettes they cast—some complete, others fragmented—evoked a strange and wondrous feeling.

Upon returning to Jiangcheng, Shen Yang first had someone notify the Jiangcheng Sports Bureau. Since they were collaborating with the National Sports Bureau, the local bureau had to be prepared. While they might not have a direct role to play, many high-ranking officials would certainly attend, and it would be embarrassing if the local authorities were left in the dark.

Su Qingge’s words were like pearls, each one piercing Ruan Shuishui’s heart and leaving her with nowhere to hide.

Based on current sales, the new product was generating a daily net profit of over four million RMB. In a month, that would exceed one hundred million RMB—a staggering income. In the eyes of many, Yangyang Beverage and Food Co., Ltd. was destined to become the highest-earning company within the Yangyang Group.

The same was true for Xie Chunfeng and Gu Nana. China’s track and field events had always been weak, with no international fame to speak of. In the entire team, only two athletes were truly well-known: Wang Liping and Liu Xiang.

"Why did you tell the Empress Dowager back then that you wanted to marry into Prince Jing’s estate?" Ye Yun suddenly asked, breaking the silence between them.

At that moment, the King of Leisure had ordered the estate to be sealed off, with a multitude of divine soldiers surrounding it. Feng Lingxiao’s three thousand elite troops then surged in aggressively, surrounding Xiao Rufeng within.

Chu Zheng understood well that in the construction industry, competition was fierce. Hearing about such a massive project, no one wanted to miss out; completing a job of this scale would mean a significant profit.

She used to be someone who stayed up late and slept in, but after four years of adopting a routine of early rising, she found she couldn’t change it back, nor did she want to.

At this moment, her eyes were filled with tears. Her thin clothing had been torn by chaotic branches, and her jade-like wrists were streaked with blood from the fall she had just taken.

As soon as Liu Fei exerted his power, the Divine Dragon Medicine suddenly became restless. It trembled in the air before him, and the surrounding rotation of Yichen accelerated, with the divine energy rapidly draining away. He tried to stabilize the situation, but the ancient power within his body was no longer sufficient.

How could there be a flawless person in this world? How could anyone be more perfect than Elder Sister? It was clear that she was the most perfect of all—how could she betray her?

Lin Yi’s gaze shifted to Yun Fei, the seventh sister. Among them, her strength was the weakest, yet she was now facing a remarkably lean disciple, shouting sharply while brandishing a strange, scepter-like object.

"You couldn't find him either? Then where are you? I'll come to you." Ye Mingzhu’s tone was no longer as aggressive as before. It made sense; the child had run off right under her watch, and if she didn’t find him quickly, she would be the one at fault when the family asked.

She sat before the bed, speaking to a handsome but roguish youth in a submissive, fawning manner, slowly peeling an apple as she talked.

Before long, a sound—a mix of agony and ecstasy—pierced everyone’s ears. Steward Li trembled violently, goosebumps covering his body. Whether from fear or genuine shock, his legs clamped together instantly.

A woman in green robes walked down with a smile, holding a cloth bag from which she grabbed a handful of copper coins and scattered them.

"Are you trying to show off because you’re older than me and have a sense of superiority? Big Sister?" Ye Peiyu retorted mercilessly, having learned her age at Liu Qingqing’s birthday party.

Seeing that she did not resent her grandfather, Su Changqing’s gaze softened. In the end, she was not entirely heartless and still acknowledged her identity as a member of the Su family.

"What about General Shen Chi?" Xingyu asked, puzzled. The military was full of hot-headed, boorish men; if they couldn't provide them with an explanation, news of Ye Ni being at the Fugui Pavilion might reach the imperial family, and then the pavilion would be implicated as well.

Walking at the very back, Guang Cheng stared coldly at Shen Yu’s back, calculating in his heart.

Su Fu followed Madam Fu to the restaurant, only to realize that the place she had booked was actually her mother Murong Xiaoyun’s establishment.

As the Three-Colored Poison Dragon charged toward the man in black with Zhang Xuanji, the giant black python also lunged forward, launching its own attack.

But upon reflection, Yu Chang’an knew that Hua Mulan would never be so irresponsible. Even if she and her reincarnated self were two independent existences, the identity of the reincarnation still existed, and Yu Chang’an did not believe Hua Mulan would truly be indifferent.

"It seems this gadget is quite advanced after all." Dongfang Xiao nodded in satisfaction and began to review the mission information.