Jiang Tong pointed to the seat beside him, signaling Ding Kui to sit down.
He spoke in a slow tone, “I’ve never heard of your grandfather leaving any instructions about this matter.
As a descendant of the Ding family, you should understand his efforts.”
His emotions ran high, and even the wrinkles on his face trembled, showing the deep unrest and agitation in his heart.
Clearly, the decision made by the director and the third chief had greatly shaken this elderly man.
Living in troubled times, he was perhaps the unluckiest leader of his generation, yet also the most respectable one.
Even so, Xu Yuanzo could feel the suffering and torment that Xing Mingfan had endured along the way.
A man’s head was twisted 180 degrees in an instant!
His entire body went limp and collapsed forward.
Li Ruohu dared not let Gao Huaiyuan face danger alone.
Holding a large shield, he positioned himself behind Gao Huaiyuan.
With his curved Liuyun blade in hand, he slashed through the enemies with unstoppable force.
A large wave of soldiers, emboldened by Gao Huaiyuan’s charge, shouted as they rushed into the prime minister’s residence, surging toward the guards blocking the entrance like a raging flood.
He knew how powerful that guardian protector was—a genuine epic-level knight.
It was hard to imagine anyone replacing him.
Chu Jieming paused again and glanced at Qin Yuyue.
These were things that Qin had never thought of before, and she worried that she wouldn’t be able to handle it.
“I will go back, but not with you!
I’ll leave for Lin’an ahead of you!”
A voice came from behind Gao Huaiyuan—it was Ji Xiancheng.
What kind of gun was this?
How could it have such destructive power?
How could it hit from such a long distance?
Was this really not some kind of rocket launcher?
Only then did the Cai family’s servant step out, taking slow and deliberate steps before getting into a palanquin and leaving.
Though merely a servant, his presence was more imposing than that of an average master.
With the current domestic situation tense and security tight, leaving the country was impossible.
Hiding was also not an option—there was nowhere to go.
Jian Yijun thought to herself, *That military base is the Mu family’s stronghold.
If you go back, there’s no guarantee you’ll be able to leave again.*
Of course, she wouldn’t say that to Mu Dongyou.
If he returned to the military, it would at least keep the Mu family from coming after her.
After all, she wasn’t the one hiding him.
Women in her line of work despised legal wives the most, especially when they were young and beautiful.
This outcome was a win-win for both him and Beiming Yi.
Beiming Yi could be with Biyao, and he wouldn’t have to part from Yuyao again.
After Ming Wang Yefeng left, the two envoys and the underworld messengers finally dared to approach Chu Mo to inquire about the situation.
I didn’t even need to look to know it was Su Qian who entered.
None of the other employees were familiar enough with me to interrupt my work.
She stood behind me, watching for a moment.
She smelled of alcohol—she must have had quite a bit to drink earlier.
A strange feeling stirred in my heart.
I focused my gaze on those deep, unreadable eyes for a long moment before lowering my head, unwilling to look at anyone.
These crystalline particles were a more refined and concentrated form of liquefied energy.
Even after witnessing the earlier phenomenon firsthand, Emperor Xiao never expected that Xiao Chen had already touched the threshold of the King’s power.
If Ai Qiaoqiao had merely despised Ai Yonggui before, now she found him utterly pathetic.
Countless voices followed, pouring in from newspapers and major media outlets—things I had never heard before, all surfacing at once.
Betrayal is not shameful.
What’s shameful is knowing it’s a betrayal yet still weaving beautiful lies around it.
I remained silent, listening quietly.
Zhang Min’s face was filled with fear.
She had no idea what awaited her.
Would Xia Jinyuan let her go?
For years after that, my mother tried every possible way to seek my grandmother’s forgiveness.
But my grandmother never gave her a response.
Until the day my mother passed away, she never saw her again.
Before I could process my emotions, my heart felt as if a boulder had been placed upon it, making it hard to breathe.
Mo Li had stolen a divine token from the Celestial Emperor and tied it to Liuli’s red thread.
He had even given her a fragment of his soul.
“You lucky bastard!
Why do you always get preferential treatment?”
She stared blankly for a moment before glaring fiercely at Chen Yu.
Even though time was tight during lunch, Tong En carefully selected an outfit.
She finally decided on this one—she thought the lake-blue color would complement Zhong Yue’s complexion well, and the silver silk embroidery would pair nicely with his usual dark suits.
Fang Meiling, Luo Bo, Wang Daming, Liu Mengyao, and Bai Yutong took a plane from the capital back to Yanhai.
Mu Xifeng remained silent at first, his eyes sharp as he followed his companion.
At dusk, the two of them entered the legendary Sacred Beast Forest.
After not seeing him for days, my beautiful master seemed even more graceful and striking than before.
His aura was dazzling, and his purple robe suited him perfectly.
Though momentarily forced back, a trace of delight flickered in Lu Shiyao’s eyes.
Her opponent’s moves seemed aggressive, but they wasted too much energy.
It wouldn’t be long before he weakened, and when he did, she would have the perfect opening to strike.
His robes and divine aura were shattered in an instant, like a cannonball crashing into the walls of Thunder Temple.
Seizing a moment when the teacher wasn’t looking, I casually sat down as if nothing had happened and pretended to focus on the lesson.
“Alright, you go out first.
I’ll get up now!”
Lu Feng knew he was at fault for not explaining things clearly.
He didn’t argue back.
Besides, he felt a little embarrassed about what had happened earlier.
He quickly waved Ye Wan’er away.