Volume 1, Chapter 50: You Are Ji Shu's Husband?

Pei Mingyue’s gaze swept across her face, raising an eyebrow as she nodded with a mock-serious expression.

"Ji Shu, Pei Mingyue, what are you standing around for? President Lu has already taken the elevator up, hurry over."

Old Zhou beckoned to them from across the crowd.

"I have no need for that. Please prescribe a warming and tonic formula for the Empress! Preferably one that helps with conception," Qi Min said in a low voice.

Zhang Xiaolin naturally had to sit at the main table alongside Du Huang to accompany the two wealthy young gentlemen. Throughout the banquet, Zhang and Lu rarely addressed him, yet he showed not the slightest bit of displeasure, continuing to accompany them with a smile and fulfilling every courtesy.

He wanted to call his mother, wanted to eat the steamed egg custard she made, wanted to watch Hong Kong and Taiwan TV dramas with his grandmother, and wanted to ride the roller coaster at Beijing Happy Valley.

However, Xiao Luo clearly "saw" with his spiritual sense that the moment those few figures on the branch exerted force with their lower limbs and leaped downward at high speed with ferocious expressions, they were already vomiting blood mid-air.

Mo Ziling adjusted her glasses frames and looked at Chen Hao, feeling that what he said was going a bit too far. Exposing someone's shortcomings without mercy—didn't he even understand this basic principle? Yet she said nothing, maintaining her signature style: unless it was about work, she spoke as little as possible and refused to get involved.

Being so stubborn, if he was truly set on meddling, there was nothing she could do either. Wasn't this simply lifting a stone to drop it on her own foot?

Yet upon hearing this, his eyes still flashed with a brilliant light. He clearly remembered Nie Wuyou mentioning that in her youth she had obtained an innate supreme treasure of extreme Yin.

Looking at it now, he seemed to have been utterly mistaken; at the very least, this Lord of Pingyang City was not someone easy to deal with.

The hospital ward instantly plunged into darkness and fell into a dead silence, with only the faint sound of two people breathing.

Yue Qianqi nodded, the smile on her face gradually fading. The stunning sight from just a moment ago was like a flash in the pan, never to be seen again.

With that, she finished with absolute confidence, forcing herself to put on a smile, though her frail appearance made her smile slightly rigid.

He loved her not for her beauty, nor for her divine status, but simply because he cherished the feeling of being together with her.

Seeing my expression grow increasingly gloomy, one of the men hurriedly covered his mouth and pulled the others away.

Empress Lü’s delicate brows furrowed, a sharp glint flashing across her piercing pupils. Thinking of Yan Jiaorao's resolute departure just moments ago, she could not help but feel a sense of release.

After waiting for another ten minutes or so, Luan Feng finally emerged. She looked like a lotus rising out of the water, with her slightly damp hair cascading down, wrapped in a bath towel. Under her flushed cheeks, the nervousness and awkwardness she felt made her extraordinarily touching and pitiful.

"If City Lord Yue dares to make a move against our Xue family again, don't blame us for tearing up the agreement of the four families. I imagine that right now, destroying the Yue family is by no means a difficult task for the Xue family!" If Xue Lin’s words were somewhat tactful, then Third Master Xue’s words were a direct warning and threat. He believed that only by showing strength would Yue Ze not dare to act rashly.

If the Divine Husband had arrived in the Wind Domain, what would Xue'er do at home? In case something happened, that would truly be bad.

This youth who feigned composure actually loved eating jujube pastries and other sweet foods, and it was precisely because of jujube pastries that they had grown close. The corners of Qin Xingrui's lips curved slightly upward, and he nodded in agreement.

As it turned out, the Third Prince Zhuge Xu had entered the passageway a step slower than Ning Qingyue. Initially, he had also thought of guarding the outside to prevent anyone else from entering. If it were palace guards, it wouldn't matter, but what if they were thieves?

"Just answer me this: are you willing to help me?" Tang Zheng met Tang Yue's gaze without the slightest bit of fear, though her delicate fists were tightly clenched inside her sleeves, as if that was the only way to muster the courage to face Tang Yue.

Renault’s gaze swept past Xaiver, a bright flash sparking in his eyes. Hmph, this hidden love rival—he would certainly not forget him. Why didn't he stay properly in his fierce domain and run all the way here for what?

I came home very late on Friday and found that Pearl was actually at my house, and the reason was simply because she was waiting for me.

"Greeter should mean welcoming guests, and I think the cheongsam must be a special kind of attire." Moro's voice suddenly rang in Foucault's ear.

"Because she is the City Lord's wife!" Ye Nuhuan roared. You haven't even grown your hair yet, and you dare to snatch the wife from the City Lord? Are you tired of living and seeking death?

Star stones continuously appeared in his hands, being relentlessly smelted within the astral fire dancing across his palms. The essence of the stars also kept surging forth, beginning to burn fiercely amidst the all-encompassing flames.

"Ahem." Hearing this, Lu Qi immediately shifted his gaze to Chen Feng, feeling deeply perplexed. He couldn't figure out why Chen Feng would ask such a question, and the two men's gazes locked in a silent exchange.

Technical personnel all had their pride, especially those sitting in managerial positions. Why should they be reprimanded like a disobedient grandson? No one could stomach such treatment. Vague and perfunctory pacification after the fact—nobody was a fool.

For some reason, an air of confidence had constantly hung on his face. Could it be that he truly had the confidence to make the Demonic Spirit Sheep, an absolute pinnacle expert of the artistic conception realm, budge even a single step?

"Brother, do you have something going on? What did Master Uncle Du want you to enter the main hall to discuss?" Tang Yuning had wanted to have a nice chat with Tang Hao, but she hadn't expected that as soon as Du Zhengyi came out, he would have Tang Hao enter the main hall for a detailed discussion. She had no idea what they needed to talk about, but it certainly left her feeling somewhat displeased.

Furthermore, the prominent blogger also posted a screenshot of a conversation between Tan Jin sui and a friend. In the chat, the friend asked who the newcomer was, and Tan Jin sui replied directly, "Su Cha," adding a follow-up sentence: "The one currently participating in the show."

Having said that, the man in the crystal mask dissolved directly like ripples on water and vanished into the desolate night.

No matter how formidable Long Hao was, capable of slaying a tier-one supreme realm expert, attempting to contend with the Golden Sword Sect was still complete nonsense.

Upon hearing Ding Meizhen’s words, Zhou Jun was so furious that he almost spat a mouthful of old blood and passed out on the spot. He snatched the snacks Ding Meizhen had shoved at him, threw them straight into the trash can, and turning back, yelled hoarsely at her, "Get lost!" With that, he turned and bolted away.

"Report to the instructor, I don't need him to train me." Yu Yi and Hu Mingchen already had bad blood between them, and he held a deep aversion toward Hu Mingchen. Now, hearing that he was to be handed over to Hu Mingchen for individual training, Yu Yi appeared extremely resistant.

Although she hadn't publicly stated her standards for accepting roles yet, seeing this still left her feeling slightly melancholic.

"Qin Ya, my good cousin, why have you come?" Xiao Fan’s cold, crisp voice abruptly rang out, and a sharp glint flashed across his eyes as he turned his attention back to those idiots of hers.

Early in the morning, the sky was exceptionally clear. Ten thousand miles of sunlight shone upon the endless expanse of vermilion walls and azure tiles, and water droplets occasionally fell from the varying lengths of icicles hanging beneath the eaves, creating a brilliant, glittering reflection everywhere.

Imperial Concubine Qin lowered her head, looking at Xiao Fan’s youthful face and the teardrop trembling on the verge of falling. Instantly, the emotions in her heart were fiercely stirred—indescribable and ineffable, leaving only a lingering sorrow drifting between heaven and earth.