Chapter 833: I Confessed to He Chen! (Day 19 of Rì Bā, Requesting Monthly Tickets!)

Xu Kaiyang wanted to stand up, but kneeling for so long had made his legs numb, and he struggled to rise.

He knelt before He Chen for his father’s sake—it was filial piety—so he could force himself to kneel.

But now He Chen clearly had no intention of sparing his father; instead, he had stirred public opinion to crush his father as a heartless boss, and even being arrested and imprisoned was too lenient for him.

Under these circumstances, what use is kneeling any longer except to humiliate himself?

He forced himself to stand.

Uncle Wu took the cigarette Yi Mu offered, sniffed it repeatedly beneath his nose, then reluctantly pulled out a lighter and lit it.

Because without guessing, it was obvious their household wealth far exceeded what the accounts showed; given their salaries and family background, they could never have accumulated so much money—and even if they had explanations, no one would believe them.

What she said made sense; he had only thought about meeting the director and possibly encountering some big names from the entertainment industry, but he forgot that Chu Xun, for his first meeting with the director, needed to dress appropriately for the role.

Yu Zhu only then came to his senses—the Princess Consort had already walked far away—and he grabbed Yu Zhu, who was lost in thought, and chased after her in the direction she had gone.

After a long while, Qi Qi thought Pei Ying had fallen asleep, closed the window, and blocked out the bright moonlight.

Now that he had grown up, his jealousy had vanished; this time, he would see for himself why he had been denied the sight back then.

But two guards exchanged glances, did not follow, and instead headed toward Qiankun Palace.

Not for righteousness, not for fame or fortune, not for the common people—only because of the person before him, he agreed.

Yu Xin crouched in the grass, her legs numb from squatting; damn it, were these people stepping on ants? She had waited until the flowers fell, yet they were still so far away.

As soon as Qi Liuyi left, Xi Ling Yu ordered the coachman to help Ao Shan out of the carriage and then placed him in a side room.

The Contracted One did this to preserve the night raid unit’s combat strength; in the original novel, the powerful Brand died precisely at this moment.

After a long series of battles, Ji Hao felt a faint sense of being watched. For safety, he and Tianhong Zhenzun did not rush to act; instead, they were jointly setting up a combined forbidden array to seal off Xie Xin Zhai first.

“I understand, but after this matter is settled, send Ye Sen to Qingque Men as a menial servant,” Ye Xiu said.

Bu Bu meant 97,800 Park Coins—nearly 100,000 Park Coins’ worth of food—measured in tons; clearly, Am’s hunger wasn’t due to lack of nutrition, but to lack of something else.

“Your Majesty?” Qi Yan blinked, remembering only that upon returning yesterday, she had collapsed before Xu Yi, her consciousness fading as she saw Xu Yi’s hazy, panicked expression and the black mark forming on his hand.

This matter wasn’t difficult for Sun Yueyue; Lin Shihao wasn’t asking anyone to help him for free—he’d still give proper rewards.

Seeing Huo Xin keep talking without end, the True Demon Hongmeng frowned slightly and waved his hand to cut him off.

As the three departed, Mianliang City erupted in a thunderous boom, followed by a vast, rolling soundwave that spread outward as a tangible force.

“I came seeking an audience because of this matter. I know what illness the Jade Consort suffers from, and I know how to cure her. Please, Your Majesty, grant me permission to leave Sitian Palace,” Gui Ni said.

She walked up to Xu Xin and the other man, only to find both staring around them with blank, curious expressions.

“Why are you hitting people?!” Shu Fang heard the commotion outside, hastily wiped herself, threw on her nightgown, and opened the door—just in time to see Xiao Han being beaten; she screamed shrilly.

He was like the blazing sun illuminating the world; the radiance of his sword blazed across the earth. Suddenly, the morale of the demoralized allied army surged—every soldier brimmed with fierce determination. Those who later fought in this battle said that when the Five-Polar Overlord appeared, an invisible force seemed to flood their bodies and souls, erasing fatigue, despair, and fear entirely.