Chapter 122

2.4W updated, you can trust my integrity~

Duanmu Deshu understood perfectly well the allure of the shops in her hands; previously there was the late emperor, then her father, then her husband—if these men fell, what she and the Duanmu household held would collapse with them, no matter how brilliant their business acumen.

Qian Li had never quite understood why some lineages were easy to inherit while others were hard; even the strong sometimes had easy paths—could it just be fate?

A firepot burned inside the room, and with the steam from the bathtub, the temperature kept rising, the air thick with a bitter, unpleasant odor.

Li Fan's sudden move sent an ominous premonition surging through Liu Shao's heart, yet he still stubbornly denied it.

"The position of Commander of the Hu Ben Army cannot be given to Yu Feiran," the Empress Dowager said, leaning back on her couch, drawing the thin quilt around her, as she spoke to the Emperor who was feeding her medicine.

Chu Yunfan rode a towering steed, clad in brocade robes, his bearing noble and striking; every gesture in this rugged frontier city of the north exuded an unmistakable air of aristocracy.

Of course, what left a deep impression on Wenren Junmin was the simple altar he saw shortly after entering the courtyard—if not for Yu Jie burning paper money there, he would have thought he'd stumbled upon a ghost in the dead of night.

It was already so late—she hadn't returned to Lingshui Residence, hadn't gone to find her mother, hadn't come back here… was she truly planning to vanish like this? Did she no longer care for her mother? Did she abandon her son?

Someone wants to disrupt Feidi's wedding? Let them make it as big as they want—break Zilin Country apart, then fix it.

Murong Ruo silently cursed her luck—how could an ordinary person have hot water? Weren't they always just going straight for the real thing? Clearly, the man she was holding wasn't ordinary; fortunately, reason outweighed impulse—she kept her expression unchanged, maintaining her lazy posture.

After reclaiming the bracelet, Shang Shi Ling finally relaxed, and left the Changgu household with Liu Jingping. As for Mr. Janis and the others, she didn't care—they had a way to get here, so they'd surely have a way to get back.

Though she was now fallen from grace, she had once lived in splendor and knew these items were from the world's most famous brands; prestigious brands naturally had their advantages—superior quality, harmless to the body, and even abroad, scarce production meant strict rationing; owning them was no longer just a matter of money.

Thinking of this, Fang Siran sent her husband a message, asking if he'd be coming home for dinner.

Though he had endured unbearable torment, Ding Hao felt deeply relieved, and understood one thing: though effort doesn't guarantee reward, without effort, there's not even a chance.

Su Chen stared fixedly at Wen Ruchu, his gaze unwavering, the wicked smile in his eyes growing wider and wider.

Huang Hui saw only her expression, yet she didn't release his hand at all; her voice was even calmer than Li Huan's: "No, Huang Hui and I have no secrets, nothing to hide from him." With that, the two walked in holding hands; Li Huan could only follow, sullenly, then shut the thick soundproof door behind them.

Orthodox secret arts were ancient primordial sect techniques; these arts were relatively cheaper, since sect techniques were standard methods, easier to cultivate.

Jie felt a crushing spiritual pressure, like a mountain collapsing upon him; his consciousness plunged into blackness, his face turned deathly pale, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Today's wine was all strong, with a heavy afterburn; Su Chen, unaware, had drunk countless cups; the alcohol slowly rose to his head, his cheeks flushed, his eyes burning brighter.

Cheng Yuqin, favored by the Duke of An, escorted the Five-Leaf Young Master, accompanied by two ministers from the Ministry of Rites granted by the Emperor, and the contingent set out for Xuanji Palace.

She appeared to be sixteen or seventeen, her entire body white except for her black hair; her skin was soft, glowing with a crystalline luster, her face oval, her lashes long, her eyes large, her complexion Bai Xi, her beauty exquisite, her figure slender, frail and delicate.

"Tch, caught me, huh? I thought I hid it well," Han Yan muttered, seeing Ai Sen's penetrating gaze; he made no further explanation, only spat in annoyance.

Gazing at the deep night sky above and the cool breeze brushing past him, Lin Feng yawned—it was time to sleep.

So the dark-faced boy quickly gathered a crowd to come watch the spectacle, hurling cruel taunts as he went.

Shen Yueshu's beautiful eyes sparkled with wonder; the detectives stared at Su Yun, their initial disdain turning to surprise, then to utter shock.

Five years ago that night, she alone slaughtered the entire city of Yan; since then, the dark forces had bowed to him as their king.

The airborne T-virus was far less infectious than direct contact; Lin Feng's physical constitution easily immunized him.

Thinking of this, Luan Caiyi felt inexplicably excited, drawn to learn more—just how powerful was a dual-cultivator of mage and knight?

The man ordered several dishes; Lu Yanyu repeated them all, when suddenly he pulled out a handkerchief and covered Lu Yanyu's face.

Lin Feng drew his blade and blocked it across his chest, trying to lessen the impact, but was still swept flying by the massive, heavy arm.

At that moment, a lone wild goose cried mournfully as it flew westward; the evening wind stirred the dead leaves on the ground, lending an air of desolation.

Thus, Liu Guangji spent his days watching Du the Bully take one woman in each arm; he himself was merely a green leaf, there only to highlight Du the Young Master's brilliance.

For a time, some in the families allied with Li Yuanyu supported me: "You're right, there does seem odd— but are you certain there's a problem here? Don't come crying to me if you find nothing, or don't blame me, Old Wu, for being uncivil," said the man from the Wu family, known for his temper.

"Alright, Qiangzi, we've got a live one here—wait for us, we're on our way. Don't worry, we'll avenge this. We're heading over now to report to Boss Yingjun." Tie She ended the call.

I've always treated my external manifestation as my subordinate. And indeed, it behaved as such—rarely expressing any will of its own before me, always following in my footsteps like my shadow.