Chapter 948

When others hold the knife and cutting board, and you are the fish and meat, you have no right to bargain.

Digital Harbor is a major shareholder of Xie Ruilin Company, placing the Xie family at a natural disadvantage toward Digital Harbor.

Xie Ruilin knew that instead of playing tricks or scheming, it would be better to speak plainly and openly—that might even work out better.

Looking at Xie Ruilin, Li Dongling understood his concerns and smiled lightly, “Mr. Xie, rest assured, Digital Harbor—”

No wonder that formidable old matriarch deliberately tormented Gou Fugui—she failed utterly, was overthrown by three armies in succession, and then struck hard, losing face and injuring her body.

She finally found Ying Sitong, completed her mission, and through Xia Yuan, she gained a bright future.

Xia Yuan rubbed his chest; apart from a dull ache in his ribs, he felt almost nothing else—he no longer spat blood, and his mind was clear.

Wei Limo seemed utterly numb; after writing the characters, he placed the paper into an envelope.

But why hadn’t the system yet registered task completion? Was it because Dr. Chen was still in danger?

Gou Fugui, sensing the old matriarch’s shift, drew a deep breath and calmed his mind.

She wouldn’t be so foolish as to cure them now—what if they tricked her afterward?

Let me say, the noodles in Hezhou truly taste excellent; even without side dishes or seasonings, the unique wheat aroma alone is irresistible.

Mu Ting knew what had happened that day—in the imperial capital, nothing escaped his knowledge.

Combat strength halved, six men fearless of death yet outnumbered and isolated. By evening, they still hadn’t eliminated the second wave of mummies, and two more cultivators had died.

Ning Caixuan clenched her fists tightly, her voice heavy when she said “you two”—ever since her brother drove her away, she had been searching for Gu Shaoyang, who vanished as if erased. She waited outside his building but found no trace; only after learning Su Yicheng had returned did she come to wait outside his home.

“Go ahead, we’re listening,” Ye Han leaned back in his seat. Regardless of what Dr. Zhou intended, dying after sharing such an absurd conversation was not in vain.

Shui Lan was even more astonished—upon first seeing Li Yu, she felt something unusual, a sensation she’d never felt with any other genius. Li Yu’s aura carried a faint familiarity, yet within that familiarity lay a touch of strangeness.

Zhang Haoran, hearing this, realized she couldn’t persuade Lin Yifeng, so she recounted their tomb-robbing experience.

When Wu Lingshuang awoke, her peerless beauty flickered with alarm—but when she saw Huang Xuanling crouching before her, her heart steadied, and she said, half in relief, half in dread:

Among those attending tonight’s banquet, only a few knew Shangguan Ling or had met her briefly before; most had never seen her until now.

Was he noticing the weakness on his left flank, preparing to strike? Li Heng’s heart tightened, his right hand ready to raise again.

An Nuan pouted. Lu Chengxi followed her lead, scanning her from head to toe, and truly felt An Nuan seemed a bit heavier—especially her face, rounder than before.

At this moment, Wang Erdan silently cursed Huang Xuanling for his arrogance and stupidity—so many experts were here; going down was tantamount to suicide. He had warned him several times out of goodwill, yet Huang refused to listen and insisted on rushing to his death.

In Zhongnan’s memory, Zhang Jing was a villain—he and the current Director of the Imperial Secretariat, Zhang Cheng, had conspired to overthrow Zhu Yijun’s longtime companion Feng Bao, exiling him to Nanjing to grow vegetables.

Above the wooden boat, Yin Yi couldn’t see their faces—only a sea of high heels and leather shoes filled her vision.

To wage large-scale war against Tang in the Western Regions, the war with Tujishi must end. Though they had fought for years and harbored deep hatred, Su Lu could not simply declare ceasefire overnight. Moreover, Su Lu played both sides, cultivating friendship with Tang and the Later Göktürks to extract benefits—he wouldn’t openly lay down arms.

Wei Zhen captured him and delivered him to Yu Qing. Had Yu Qing not barely won a bloody victory and been too weakened to endure another battle, and had Zhou Pingshan not commanded ten thousand troops, Yu Qing might have killed him to provoke Zhou Pingshan into a desperate fight—resulting in mutual ruin. That’s why he was released so easily.

The tarp was just one of the campers’ essentials—they brought along the tripod for grilling, iron forks, cutting knives, plates, bowls, cups, and goblets, all arranged under the tarp like a fully equipped kitchen.

The others, though still present, faded into irrelevant shadows—now only Qin Qiong and every subtle movement of his remained visible.

The people’s curses rose and fell in chorus. It wasn’t their fault for thinking so—merchants were usually discreet; only officials with overwhelming power dared parade so brazenly.

“Make sure the letter reaches her hands,” Lu Qingyi said gravely. If anyone else found it, the consequences would be unthinkable.

Xin Deya skillfully played along, posing a question to satisfy her boyfriend’s vanity and demonstrate his influence to others—knowing something others didn’t was a mark of prestige. Hua Yuye and the others were indeed curious.

The king is still too young—won’t the chancellor and Lord Luo Xi ultimately govern this country? The chancellor handles civil affairs; Minister Luo Xi commands the military. If the new king cannot subdue these two, he risks becoming a puppet.