Volume 1, Chapter 53: An Honored Guest Behind Closed Doors

Qin Zheng leaned forward, almost pressing down upon Zuo Ran, his gaze burning with intensity.

Zuo Ran's dark hair was disheveled, and her phoenix-like eyes still held the dazed confusion of having been struck by a sock.

However, seeing that the sock seemed to have exhausted its mystical might, a wave of light passed through her eyes, and she stubbornly leaned forward in response, wrapping her long legs directly around Qin Zheng's waist.

As midnight approached, the banquet finally drew to a complete close. The twins were left behind within the palace, while Yin and Qinyan walked out toward the palace gates.

Su Jingfeng stood guard nearby, watching as the physician repeatedly wiped the bright red wound, feeling a growing sense of self-reproach.

It was precisely because of the person inside this carriage that ordinary folk living around the border endured such profound hardships. Once war broke out at the frontier, the state, in order to conserve manpower and material resources, ruthlessly squeezed provisions from these neighboring commoners.

Kangxi's imperial decree had yet to arrive, presumably because he wished to prevent the matter from leaking out. After all, if an imperial prince meddled in such commercial ventures, it would undoubtedly give malicious tongues in the south something to gossip about.

Everyone stared at the pair of wild geese in absolute silence. Some marveled at their deep bond, others at the courage of the goose itself, while the scholars seated at the tables trembled so violently in their legs that they could scarcely stand straight.

j: My dear, don't worry. I will be fine. I need to investigate this matter thoroughly. Wait for me in Northern Europe; I will certainly clear my name and return to fetch you.

Yang Tai figured that this was San's own dock and there was truly nothing to worry about, so he nodded and headed home. Having not seen his wife and children for nearly a month, he indeed felt a lingering longing. After Yang Tai left, Zhang San called over a steward to oversee the unloading of the cargo, and then returned to his own estate to sleep.

At the wedding venue, aside from Guan Huier, every single one of their former colleagues had arrived.

At that moment, Yuan Han uttered a silent "tch" in his heart and rolled his eyes by the way.

With both hands pinned tightly, she did not even have room to resist, filled with a tragic sense of grievance that made her want to cry without tears.

Spiritual practitioners, when all is said and done, use spiritual energy to temper themselves and to vanquish enemies in battle. The absolute core of all this is spiritual energy.

"Mom, I have something to ask you." Damiao was the first to enter the house and sit down on the sofa, assuming an air as if Song Qiming were her student.

On the way to the playground, Li Meng gathered a considerable amount of negative emotional energy—enough to fill the emotional orb once again.

Walking at the foot of Laowaa Mountain, within the grounds of the Sword Association Hospital, and feeling the night breeze of Bajizi, Yuan Wei felt utterly fortunate.

His father had already retired, but still retained some connections. With Ning Jingsen's assistance, Ning Jingjing managed to avoid many detours, yet she finally realized how difficult it was to change one's name. The procedures were complex and the required documentation exceedingly numerous, though fortunately, she had prepared well in advance.

Lin Xi's family and Li Lingyu's family were old acquaintances of generations past. Decades ago, when both families were still in Jinghua, they had lived in the same courtyard.

"Ah, hello..." Upon seeing him finish his call, Wang Ziyu had barely uttered a "hello" when the other party completely ignored him and dialed another number instead.

During this period, Wuming had also suffered severe injuries, rendering him incapable of protecting Miao Cong in time from the various city lords.

He certainly did not want Section Chief Wu to return and find that he had made no progress whatsoever, only to be met with a blistering, scathing reprimand.

From then on, Zhang Chong, Feng Jun, and Wang Er took turns winning the mahjong hands—and with high-value winning hands at that, such as all one suit, three concealed triplets, or winning off a Kong, while Qi Jianguo had not won a single ordinary hand and kept losing throughout.

Mu Yun gave a carefree smile. He had never taken this low-level combat seriously from the start; Francis's strength was akin to that of an infant, posing not the slightest threat and resembling a mere joke.

After all, it was just a title, which fundamentally meant nothing—yet was it not also the most direct and unvarnished reflection of the human psyche?

That soft, gentle inquiry startled Xuanche, who was concealed behind the tree, before he broke into a wry laugh. Was this not perfectly normal? Could she possibly have truly sensed someone's presence and looked over?