Chapter 59: Reaping What You Sow Is All About Choices

Mu Changxiao was his man, and he had to follow his orders!
He would never allow anyone to challenge his authority—whether it was the Duke of Qin or Mu Changxiao himself.
After receiving Mu Shuan’s letter, Mu Changxiao’s expression darkened ominously.
Although Mu Shuan hadn’t mentioned that the official hadn’t favored her in the letter, the chief eunuch in the palace had already hinted to him during the morning court session. How could he not know?
The official’s hand in recent years...

It saw the pistol at Jingyi’s waist and realized that Wan Miao and Jingyi were indeed taking it out to fight! Its eyes gleamed with excitement as it leapt onto Jingyi’s leg, raising its right paw and pointing toward the door, seemingly urging the two to hurry up and move.
“No, you don’t need to run anymore. I’ll take you to the dormitory now; the training will officially start tomorrow!” Cody said.
Wan Miao watched the car carrying Xiao Qiliang drive away, a cold glint suddenly flashing in his eyes. He then grabbed a cloth from the windowsill and went to the desk, bending over to scrub the chair Xiao Qiliang had just sat in, as if trying to erase the dirt left behind.
As the director and chief producer of Tianyi Records, Liang Xiuzhu and Yu Junming were naturally present, while Zhao Liangdong, the head of the company, sat at the very front of the meeting table.
However, things would not proceed as smoothly as Ye Hao had imagined. After the pointer spun several times, it still stopped at the largest category—items.
At that moment, beyond the Qianmo mountain range, Shentian was already astride the Flame Dragon outside the mountains. The deafening roars of beasts echoed through the entire range, leaving Shentian stunned by the sheer number of monsters inhabiting Qianmo. Without hesitation, he and the Flame Dragon entered together.
Yet Ji Mo did not regret revealing the Qilin Technique. Had he not used it just now, facing such a siege from powerful figures, his injuries would surely have been far worse.
The pounding on the door outside made my heart ache with anxiety. Seeing the Immortal King enter a frenzied state only deepened my unease.
This sudden event shocked everyone. Then, an even more astonishing scene unfolded: the old man was thrown out of the bronze cauldron, bruised and battered like a pig’s head, his clothes disheveled—and, most critically, his divine power was destroyed.
The influence of the Leng family in political circles began to crumble. During this period, several fierce battles had taken place. Originally, Leng Ziquan's military genius would have allowed his family to gain the upper hand in the war.
Upon hearing Wu Kai’s words, the thugs feared being reprimanded for speaking too slowly, so they rushed to confess everything they knew. At this moment, two guards who had gone out searching for Brother Jiang returned, supporting a young man who had fainted.
That was no dream; it was his real experience. That ordeal mercilessly tormented him, sometimes making him believe he was trapped in utter darkness, destined to suffer endless pain.
The primal wilderness space and the real world were separated by but a thin veil, like a pane of translucent glass. The silent images were so clear, so vivid.
Wei Feng was utterly bewildered. The door of the luxury car slowly rolled down, revealing a beautifully enchanting face, nearly bewitching like a fairy’s. Those eyes, clearly embodying the charm of “a glance back awakens a hundred beauties,” looked up slightly at Wei Feng with a subtle allure.
Wu Kai walked into the living room, glanced at his watch, and seeing that it was already half past seven in the morning, he went to the kitchen and opened the fridge, muttering to himself, “Wu Jie really knows how to enjoy life.” Then he took out some ingredients from the fridge and began preparing breakfast.