Chapter 64: Winning the Hearts of the People

The bowl containing the fish belly meat was used by Jiang Bei, who picked up his chopsticks, plucked a piece of fish, and took a bite.

He actually didn't much care for eating at other people's homes, but ever since he had tasted She Yuqi's braised rabbit meat last time, he had been thinking about it incessantly.

He truly hadn't expected this woman to be such a good cook.

With Gu Qianyi so far away, she did not want to add to his worries. Unless it was absolutely unavoidable, she preferred not to disturb him.

Upon hearing Wu Jing meticulously recite the details of her powerful backers word for word, the two of them realized they had run into a formidable obstacle.

The soldiers on the deck were already at their respective posts, and the situation was on a hair-trigger. Standing at the captain's station, Li Ruoran issued commands with absolute calm and composure.

Anya Yang remained skeptical of his words; even her own father had refused her requests, so would he really agree to help?

The power of his divine sense spread into the hallway, and everything within it appeared in Shen Tianxing's mind as if projected on a screen.

Although his physical body had undergone no particular changes, his senses had become vastly more acute. Every slight rustle in the surroundings fell within his perception, making him feel as though he were sitting in a surveillance room staring at dozens of monitor screens.

Sure enough, the moment Chen Cao stood up, a bullet fired from a sniper rifle—which had just been exposed as a camouflage spot gleaming with oil—struck precisely the spot where he had just been lying prone. It turned out that the other location was the actual sniper nest.

"Let him rest for a while. Keep an eye on him tonight too; if he does something foolish like trying to kill himself or self-mutilate, we'll be the ones taking the blame." Number 5 sat down at the very edge of the bunk.

She only wanted to catch a glimpse of her home from afar and see if Qing Fuyi was still at the blacksmith's shop.

She had expected to see a look of shock on Yang Yanfeng's face, considering she had completely shattered his flawless plan, but instead, a trace of mild contempt appeared on it.

This time, Flender did not give chase. Knowing that the Grandmaster's mind was made up, he sighed, watched the receding figure gradually disappear, and turned back toward the campus.

Su Luo arrived at the center of the Soul-bound Territory, which was a circular hub surrounded by ten black peaks.

In an instant, he felt that the lavish estates of modern tycoons spanning several acres simply paled into insignificance compared to what lay before his eyes.

By this time, Lan Baobao's consciousness had cleared somewhat, and she slowly opened her hazy eyes.

She also knew that although the Ouyang family enjoyed the protection of the imperial household, they maintained a distance from high-ranking court officials. This was an ancestral precept of their clan, established out of fear of drawing criticism and provoking the displeasure of the newly enthroned emperor.

Lan Linlin ran her own company and had achieved success, while Jiang Xue, though working for others over the past few years, had served as a manager and possessed equally rich experience.

Fu Zhaoyang swept her gaze downward and found that the most numerous light boards were those bearing the names of Yuan Shaoze and Tiliya.

Carrying her vegetable basket and lifting the door curtain, Aunt Gu Er caught sight of Xie Lingxu and a grim, imposing crowd filling her house. Her previously imperious expression instantly stiffened and darkened.

Hearing Tang Shan's words, Liu Ruxuan grew anxious as well, for after all, her grandfather's health mattered more than anything else.

This glance caused two pairs of eyes to meet. Emperor Lizong of Song looked at Han Zhenhan standing below the dais with a playful gaze, while Han Zhenhan stared back at him expressionlessly.

As Du Ruo spoke, she drifted off into thought once more. After a long moment, she let out a soft sigh, walked over to the bed, and lay down.

Go upward? A black light besieging the city? Before I could figure out how to ascend, I saw him press against the wall and push hard. Much like when we first entered through the passage, a slab of "wall" gave way with a thud, and an upward-sloping cave came into view.

He used the pad of his thumb to wipe the corner of my eye, and seeing me bite down hard on my lip in silence, his finger slid to my lips, gently releasing my lower lip from beneath my teeth.