Chapter 1099: ,413: Miss Liu: The Child Takes My Surname; The Show Is About to Begin!

"Old Luo, I remember when you came to guest star in the 'Hua Mulan' crew, you and Tang Yan had only just started training intensively, right?

Not bad, you two move pretty fast—say it and it happens, and you found out less than half a month after it happened. Better than me and our Producer Liu!"

"Director Watching Lao Lin, I really admire you too, hiding it deeper than anyone—it's already been three months. If Liu Yifei hadn't taken the initiative to tell Tang Tang, I and Tang—

"Old Luo, I remember when you came to guest star in the 'Hua Mulan' crew, you and Tang Yan had only just started training intensively, right?

Not bad, you two move pretty fast—say it and it happens, and you found out less than half a month after it happened. Better than me and our Producer Liu!"

"Director Watching Lao Lin, I really admire you too, hiding it deeper than anyone—it's already been three months. If Liu Yifei hadn't taken the initiative to tell Tang Tang, I and Tang—

Strictly speaking, what Zhou Chu and Su Fazhao did goes somewhat against the code of the Laughing Jianghu, but since it's already done—even to the point of having a child—there's no use thinking about anything else.

Just then Li Hao's phone rang—it was a call from Zhao Hu. Probably the big villa had some leads.

Mu Ximei, however, could not stop smiling. Covering her belly, she laughed until her waist bent, the muscles on her cheeks gradually stiffening, yet laughter still kept spilling from her mouth.

Hundred Ghost Slope is a wasteland on the border of the Black Mystic Sect. Although there are no powerful spirit beasts, it is extremely gloomy and eerie.

Ji Jakov, Chairman of the Postal and Telecommunications Facilities Federation—basically, the highest-ranking people in Russia are all here.

Nine Star Goddess smiled faintly. With a wave of her hand, a beam of starlight shot out and landed in Jiang Yi's palm.

Ping Erzhi thought over tonight's events and felt his luck had hit rock bottom. He had planned to play the hero saving the beauty and capture Wen Qing's heart, but he hadn't expected a Chen Yaojin to appear out of nowhere halfway through—not only ruining his good deed but also slashing him.

"No need for nonsense. Today it's either you die or I perish." With a forceful exertion, Blue Nuo's clothes burst open, and in an instant the white-haired old man transformed into a young man clad all in black, who flew over.

"Noble Consort, this servant truly did not commit murder." She kowtowed to Noble Consort Xian several more times, loud and clear—not because she hoped Noble Consort Xian would show mercy and let her go, but only to make Noble Consort Xian understand she truly harbored no grievance.

The three took a taxi to the Bentley Building. The Bentley Building was blocked so tightly not even a drop of water could seep through. They squeezed their way in for a long time before getting inside, only to see a fighting ring set up right in the middle of the lobby. They thought they'd gone to the wrong place—whoever heard of a fighting ring at a job recruitment venue? Way too shocking.

"I don't know how to bring it up, what to tell them. I think I still need some time," Ye Mo explained.

Although this matter had temporarily come to an end, Shen Zheng had not given up because of it. On the contrary, his revenge

plan had already quietly begun to unfold.

The Matsubara Regiment from the south scouted the surrounding area within a one-kilometer radius before finding a relatively flat patch of ground to set up camp. The Oshima Regiment from the north also chose a relatively flat grove to camp in.

Wang Tianxu's expression did not change as he watched Nie Yuanzhen place six 【items】 into the teacup nearest him, then two into his own teacup, and when about to put some into the third teacup, he appeared extremely reluctant.

The Empress's breathing gradually became choked, rapid and heavy, the sound like a drumbeat off-tempo, beating in despair. A sudden great grief welled up in her chest—his estrangement had always been her despair. Such unprecedented despair, with tangled roots, took hold of her body and mind about to shatter.

"Alright, since Nephew Tianxu says he can recover!" Wu Tian paused briefly, glanced at Wang Tianxu. Seeing no ripple whatsoever in Wang Tianxu's eyes—of course he couldn't read any ripple either—he continued, "I believe it can be done. Now is not the time to discuss these things." So saying, he gestured to the escort guards behind him.

The soldiers at the yamen gate, hearing Li Yang's words, exchanged glances, looking at each other back and forth.

In the third year of Qianlong, on the twelfth day of the tenth month at the si hour, the Second Brother Yonglian passed away at the age of nine. The Emperor and Empress lost their beloved son, grief-stricken to the extreme. He was posthumously conferred the title of Crown Prince, with the posthumous name Duanhui.

Li Yang lay across two tables pushed together and began transfusing blood into the already unconscious Gan Mei.

You You, wearing a thoroughly bewildered expression, followed Ling Qi's footsteps, only to find him turn around and head straight toward the side hall behind the main peak.