Chapter 50: Every Single Volume Bears His Name

Jiang Yunhui broke into a cold sweat; the military rolls ran to twelve scrolls, and every single scroll bore his grandfather's name.

He sincerely hoped this person was not dropping hints at him.

Father Isi's expression remained tense, and he did not utter another word.

Upon stepping out of the palace, Gwen and the others hurried forward to greet them.

"How did it go? Is everything settled?"

His gaze was fixed primarily upon Father Isi.

"Rest assured, they have no problems either."

Jiang Yunhui sent men to hand the silver over to them, and that Father Isi—

She left with a smile; right now, she had to obediently return to her confinement and put on an appearance of profound remorse.

How could Xiao Hong let it go so easily? A mere word of gratitude was not going to dismiss her—impossible. Besides, she still held their leverage in her hands. Since they were so ungrateful and devoid of conscience, they could not blame her for being merciless.

Shen Chuchuan pushed the door open, causing Zhenzhu to wake up with a start. The moment she caught sight of Shen Chuchuan, she was so frightened that she hurriedly moved to bow.

"It's fine, Grandma won't eat it; you just eat it yourself," Old Mrs. Wei said with a gratified expression, assuming her grandson wanted some for himself.

She rushed off to take a bath, came out to blow-dry her hair, changed into an evening gown, applied a delicate makeup, and gathered her hair into an updo.

"Wen Tingwei?" Wen Nuan naturally recognized this man—the crown prince of the Wen family, Wen Jingyi's half-brother. His sudden appearance here did not strike her as a coincidence.

"You really aren't hurt?" He Chuanan lowered his gaze to look her over, his brow smoothing out only after ensuring she was completely unharmed.

Seeing her gluttonous expression, Gu Nanchen's lips curved upward as well. He blew gently on the food to cool it before feeding her.

In an instant, many things became clear to him. He recalled how Murong Huai's attitude toward him had always been abysmal, thought of the affair concerning his cousin, and remembered the way Murong Huai looked at Murong Hua—a gaze that unmistakably carried the naked possessiveness of a man.

The two of them chattered back and forth, yet Chu Jianghan still could not tell which one was Black Impermanence and which was White Impermanence.

Sure enough, as soon as he entered the office, Han You caught sight of a beaming face, radiant with springtime cheer; even the few wrinkles that had emerged from recent worry and distress had completely vanished under the tide of joyful spirits.

The room was not particularly large, but it was exceptionally cozy and full of romantic charm, clean to the point of being spotless. Lin Chen suddenly pulled Su Ying fiercely into his embrace.

Long Na was already the most celebrated campus belle of Tianhai Medical University. It was precisely because of her that Lin Chen had made a name for himself last time. The moment the two of them arrived at Tianhai Medical University, people immediately began whispering and discussing them.

While casting her magic, the Star of Annihilation simultaneously condensed two swords with her magic power, intertwining them in battle with the Shattering Void Claws that lashed inward like a surging sea wave from all directions.

Unexpectedly, despite a fleeting trace of astonishment crossing her face at the sudden arrival of Adman, Su Yuqing followed him straight to the office without saying a single word.

As for Jiang Xinying and Li Kexin, they appeared rather shy. It was the first time the two of them had dressed so revealingly in front of boys, and when Xiang Yang cast his wolf-like, ravenous gaze upon them, two flushes of crimson immediately bloomed across their pretty faces.

In the backyard of Elam's residence sat several piles of what appeared to Chu Yun to be scrap metal, among which were quite a few magic tools. Because this region experienced extremely sparse rainfall and a very dry climate, these machines had been left about quite casually.

The man in the long robe made no reply. Draining the wine from his cup in a single gulp, he looked out the window at the weeping willows and chanted: "Green willows droop down touching the earth, willow catkins drift far and wide filling the sky." Reaching this line, he let out another long sigh—where could he pour out the heavy sorrows filling his breast?

Seeing that Huyan Zhuqing had left the room, Liu Shiyan secretly breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly sat cross-legged on the bed to regulate her breath through internal cultivation.

Liu Xun shouted at the top of his lungs, hoping to boost the soldiers' morale. To this end, he even chose to personally take the field, joining Ji Ling in launching a counterattack against the Xuzhou army.

Among the special forces of the Central Plains, there was a dedicated Department of Traditional National Arts, tasked with using scientific methods to cast aside the dross and select the essence from these ancient transmitted arts, separating truth from falsehood, comparing various schools of thought, drawing upon their respective strengths, and finally fusing the finest essences together.