Chapter 788: A Daughter Brings Prosperity, A Son Does Not? Rumors!

Fan Xiaopang could swear to the heavens that she had absolutely no such intention when she made the phone call, even though her own address had indeed been exposed as well.

After all, she was a person with backing, and they all moved in the entertainment circle. From the public's perspective, celebrities and gossip media were an inseparable pair of twins—

the former needed uninterrupted buzz, and the latter needed continuous sales.

Don't be fooled by the slew of celebrities complaining about being monitored by the media and paparazzi—

"Alright, this Eunuch will only say this much. What comes after is entirely up to you." Eunuch Zhang gave Mo Jiuqing a "this child can be taught" look, then turned and left.

Within the spatial rift was a vast, empty void, without a trace of light or air, only destructive storms blowing and raging everywhere, forming terrifying attacks one after another. Even a Holy Son-level figure who had weathered the Wind and Fire Tribulation, if swept into it, probably wouldn't last long.

In her previous life she had fought for it, sure, but once she broke free from Yang Yan and married Shen Yuan, what good did it bring her? Not only did she ruin herself, she ruined the Li family too, and couldn't even protect Youyu.

This shocked A Qing greatly. She wanted to question Jiang Peilan, but held herself back. After all, Jiang Peilan wasn't her pawn and certainly wouldn't tell her the truth. Moreover, this deep palace was lonely, so it was understandable that Jiang Peilan would seek someone to fool around with. Only, if the Emperor discovered this matter, it would mean execution of the entire clan.

Relying on nothing but hot blood, these untrained militiamen with no reliable tactical command, composed of the old, weak, sick, and disabled—how long could they hold out? This tragedy had its ending written from the very start.

Fatty had originally wanted to save me money, but who would have thought I ended up worrying on his behalf—my eyes welled up with hot tears before I knew it.

"Yang Lang, stop! If you dare kill Junior Brother Han Feng, I swear, once you're expelled from the sect, you'll die without a whole corpse!" Dongfang Dongdang's face also changed drastically. Fearing Yang Lang would act rashly and truly kill Han Feng, he hurriedly blurted out a threat.

I thought about it and agreed. After all, Zhao Yiyang was a big shot, and I didn't want to take on this hot potato—who knew how many enemies it would bring down on me.

Lu Mengxiao pressed her red lips together. His words at her ear had not yet faded. Her phoenix eyes swept up, and she turned sideways, grabbing the tie beneath Ye Feng's suit in one swift motion.

Her wrist, held fast, couldn't move at all, and her body was pinned down. She could only let him do as he pleased.

The city gate was already narrow. Liu Tianhao and his two companions would absolutely not linger at the gate to fight. Instead, using the momentum of their horses, they charged straight into the interior of the city. The ten-thousand-strong cavalry army stretched out in a long serpentine formation, threading its way into Guangzong County.

Seeing Yu Handan speaking to her in a soft, gentle voice, Liu Chunhua grew so happy she felt dizzy, as if the efforts of many years had finally been rewarded. For a moment, whatever Liu Chunhua said, she wanted to satisfy her.

A horse at this time was like a modern tank or plane—extremely rare. First, they were hard to raise and very expensive; second, just like the cannon problem, no one would sell one to you.

How could he truly look up to petty men like Qu Se? What Qu Se didn't know was that over the past two days, Tian Chou had secretly summoned nearly every officer of every army. Though the words varied from person to person, they all amounted to the same script. He showed them favor, secretly made promises, and coaxed them into being willing to serve on the battlefield.

Only this person was now lying quietly inside the coffin, motionless, like someone who had already died.

Perhaps "Destructive Blood Qi" was no longer sufficient to describe it now; maybe the name "Blood Force" suited it better.

Tianqing and Mengzi were already asleep, and the room was still permeated with a faint smell of gasoline. I sighed, my heart growing heavier. I walked to the bedroom, sat on the edge of the bed, and lit a cigarette. Then I pulled open the drawer of the nightstand, took out Lin Yan's phone, opened it, and found the photo album.