Volume 1, Chapter 22: Flora, Jiang Yihuan

Mu Xiaoxiao had originally expected Vice President Liu Songcheng to give her a hard time over this matter, but two days passed without a whisper. She assumed the incident had simply blown over.

Unlike her usual soft-spoken demeanor, her tone was now sharp, and her expression cold.

She had no desire to accompany him; she merely intended to leverage his influence to attend the gala, all for the sake of another.

That day, many palace servants pleaded with Lady Lin to release the child in her arms so that the Sixth Prince could be laid to rest. Even the Feather Emperor stepped forward to persuade her, but Lady Lin remained wooden and silent.

The youth leapt up abruptly, grabbing Vera, whose reflexes were just as sharp, and they bolted, weaving through the narrow gap between the "Giant" and Wei Yan.

Yi Guzhe had only received basic enlightenment; it could hardly be called a proper education. Lu He had never taught him properly, and Qu Yanqing had never truly served as a teacher.

After a brief inquiry, Yi Zhen realized that Chi Zao remained as she had always been—opinionated and stubborn; once her mind was made up, nothing could change it.

Zhao Kaichen handed Dandan to the nurse standing by, whispered a few words, and the nurse carried the child away.

Fortunately, only one light was on at the entrance of the rooftop. The glow was dim, masking the expressions on their faces.

For a split second, Han Yu had indeed felt a flicker of panic due to her sudden appearance and outburst of emotion.

The youth paused, his eyes narrowing instantly. Di Xing’s magical artifact was indeed troublesome. If he had to win now, the outcome was uncertain, but if Di Xing lacked the artifact, Ye Xingchen was sixty percent sure he could beat him into calling him "Daddy."

When he turned back, he saw Young Master Qu and Young Master Yuan each land a punch, rendering Lu Qi unable to speak.

Immediately after, the security guard shoved hard, pressing Chen Jingce’s face against the window, bruising his nose.

"Wait until you can win before you talk," Lian Tie Dan said, though he felt pessimistic; after all, his opponent was stronger.

The members of the Su family did not know Su Zu’s identity, nor did they care to guess; they only understood that they would not have to die.

Ye Wuchen spoke softly. Upon arriving at the old man’s home, Liu Yuan was slapped thirty times more, and the old man’s wife finally stirred awake.

Reed helped Gu Ge up, reaching out a hand as he said, "Come, let Father see how you are recovering."

The atmosphere in the lounge ignited in an instant; the onlookers either cheered or burst into enthusiastic applause.

The reluctance and loss in Yin Hao’s back—those were emotions he only displayed in front of Su Wanfeng, a fact Liu Zixin knew all too well.

Behind the curtain, the Empress Dowager watched his demeanor and shook her head helplessly. It seemed her grandson had fallen much deeper than she had imagined. Alas, it was a case of the water flowing with intent while the fallen blossoms remained indifferent; a joy born of nothing. Moreover, given Yang Xinyue’s nature, the path of love would likely be a rocky one.

After a long period of movement, the person above her suddenly stopped, and a warm liquid flowed into her womb. She sensed something vaguely, her fingers slowly shifting toward the hairpin in her hair.

Of course, it was precisely because of this that things fell right into Qiao Yunchen’s hands. As long as Tang You'er could not come up with the money, all the initiative would naturally rest with Qiao Yunchen. And what Qiao Yunchen lacked at the moment was exactly this opportunity to approach Tang You'er.

"Boss Coffin, I am a monk; what kind of conspiracy could I have? Why did he suddenly destroy the Azure Dragon City?" a player below asked, unable to contain his confusion.

"Elder, I have urgent business with the tenant here. Would you mind telling me which floor they live on?" The man’s tone was hurried, yet one could see he still maintained his proper decorum.

Lu Shengyu watched Xiao Yingdi and Nanny Suyun hurry away, his brow furrowed. He turned and walked back out toward the palace gate.

"Uh, you're already so grown up, you should live on your own. Besides, with so many of us here, what are you afraid of?" Qingshui felt a bit awkward.

"Why? Being loyal doesn't mean you have to abandon any of your teammates! I misjudged you! How can you call yourself a brother after saying that?" Yue Sheng’s eyes reddened; he set down his wine cup and turned to leave.

That was blood. The soil beneath the withered leaves was stained a dark, bruised red, and the thick,腥 (acrid) scent of blood permeated the air.

"Uncle-Master, if you aren't going to eat, I’ll go close the refectory," Yi Chi said, seeing Qiu Chuji standing with his hands behind his back in deep thought.

Upon entering the house, the Lady, having been informed by the servant who came to report, arrived at the gate to welcome them. Seeing Wang Chongyang, she bowed deeply: "I have often heard my husband speak of your great name, sir. It is truly our good fortune to host you today. My husband seeks the way of longevity; I pray you will not be sparing with your teachings."

Furthermore, in his spare time, he would train the children of the Ye family and the Nine Heavens Palace, making these two forces versatile and formidable.

She looked at Chu Jinyu; his handsome face seemed like the brightest ray of light on the sunset-drenched playground.

The Creation Jade Plate of the Three Thousand Great Daos transformed into twenty-four petals, allowing Pangu to contemplate the Great Dao. The Taiji Diagram and the Mountain-Opening Axe were placed alongside Pangu within the Chaos Green Lotus.

During the day at the temple, she had startled him; to be precise, his heart had skipped a beat. When he sought to confirm it with her again, she merely said she was angry he hadn't come to rescue her, and as for her previous words about not wanting to leave him, she never mentioned them again, claiming he had misheard.

After suffering a blow, people often act on impulse, their minds in disarray. Once that period of impulse passes and they regain their composure, they gradually begin to calm down.

Qing Rang looked at Hua Shuo with a smile. "Why have you only just arrived?" The coquettish tone in her words would have made others doubt she was the young concubine of the Yu family of Nanxiang. Seeing the helplessness filling Hua Shuo’s eyes, she naturally understood everything; he was the Seventh Prince, and even if he could transform into Jade Seventh Master at night, he ultimately had little freedom.

Lian Residence never allowed extra maids to serve; previously, only Jin Niang served, while other maids merely assisted and did not live there. Qing Rang had not seen a single servant on her way in just now. She feared her father was still managing things as he had before she married, so she would have to go to the kitchen herself to give instructions.