Chapter Thirty-One: Doing Business-A rainha acomodada só queria criar os filhos, e o imperador cafajeste chorou até os olhos ficarem vermelhos(Olhando para o oeste, há arroz.)

Jiang Daiyin’s anxious heart steadied slightly, and she gave her mother’s hand a gentle tug.
“Mother, after we eat, I will have Qiaoyun demonstrate it for you.”
“What? You mean you were the one who made this?”
Mother Jiang’s gaze grew increasingly skeptical.
“My lady, Her Highness knows how to make so many delicious things—milk tea, cakes—and she even leads us in planting vegetables, reading, and writing!”
Chunyu had become Jiang Daiyin’s number-one fan, her eyes sparkling with adoration.

This villa was the very place where Gao Yuanyuan and Wei Xian had shared their bed. The reason Gao Yuanyuan did not make a scene was largely due to this villa. To appease the girl who had lost her innocence to him, Wei Xian had given her the keys, which only served to further capture her heart.

Money was actually secondary; what Wei Xian truly valued was the social network of the Lingnan Hong Song. The number of dimensional loopholes he needed to repair was overwhelming, and each one was a massive undertaking that could not be executed without solid social connections. For example, there was the "Ningxia Instance" that Wei Xian planned to tackle after dealing with the Lingnan Hong Song.

At this moment, a muffled sound came from outside. Fang Yeming frowned, climbed onto the roof to listen carefully, and his expression shifted. The people beside him saw this and nervously hurried over to ask what was wrong.

Zhang Yue nodded without the slightest avoidance, her expressionless face proving more infuriating than any sharp words could have been at that moment. Even He Junqian, who prided himself on his self-restraint, was left huffing and puffing with rage.

Even if the police caught these hoodlums, forcing them to pay compensation would likely be futile. After all, these people did nothing but loiter on the streets; they had no fixed address and no steady income. Without any income, they naturally had no way to provide restitution.

Shi Xia Sa Feng let out a soft scoff and pressed the attack. His wild blade moved like lightning, forcing the Tiger King to retreat repeatedly and wail in misery.

As far as the eye could see, the fourth shelf of the cabinet was not filled with an array of medicine bottles. Instead, a single bottle sat lonely and still—the fourth-tier medicine section contained only that one item.

The nine fire phoenixes could not withstand the suction of the world array. In the blink of an eye, their power was completely drained by the formation. Having absorbed the energy of the nine phoenixes, the eye of the formation in the center grew increasingly fiery red, appearing like a sun, majestic and impossible to look upon directly.

After the demon wolf’s form was revealed, he retreated rapidly. *Thud, thud, thud*—every step he took left a deep crater in the ground. Then, he suddenly spat out a spray of blood, clearly having suffered a heavy blow.

The bid for one earth-grade spirit stone had become an insurmountable threshold for most, and the person who set this bar was the same one who had outbid Ye Zheng when he offered five.

“Luke is a matter between you and me. Xia Yuan, you still haven’t left—what are you planning? You aren’t intending to make a move on Henry, are you? I’m warning you, Henry is not Alex; he has elite agents at his disposal. If you move against him, it will only work to your disadvantage!” Carl said with intense seriousness.

Nangong Baixuan looked at him with utter disdain. A fiancé? Who had ever promised themselves to him? Had he proposed? Had she accepted? He really needed to show some sincerity.

In the midst of the ruined imperial palace, a residence suddenly erupted with a soaring, malevolent aura, and the previously calm spiritual energy of heaven and earth began to surge violently.

Just as the Immortal of the Zodiac felt a lapse in his mental stamina, a servant in white finally broke through the blockade of the birds.

“Don’t just stand there! We’re going to encircle them!” Ray holstered his pistol, swapped his automatic rifle for a fresh magazine, and called out to Mike, who was still standing there in a daze.

Under the furious strike of Young Master Ye Chao, let alone Ye Yi, who was nothing more than a frail, useless pill-popper—even the strongest disciple in the family, at the peak of the ninth level of Qi Refining, would likely have ended up defeated and sent flying.