Chapter 64

Mixiang said nothing, just sat quietly to the side, watching. Somehow, seeing him eat the noodles felt even more satisfying than eating them herself.

Han Jiao felt a wave of anger with nowhere to vent. Clearly, she was the family member here; by what right did General Qi act as if he were Zhou Jing's father, trying to block her at the door? Even if he held some power in the military, he couldn't just bully people like this!

She shouldn't have spoken like that; it was far too crude. He was a lifelong bachelor who had been willing to abandon his principles to marry her, accommodating, caring for, and supporting her in every way after marriage. It meant he had treated her exceptionally well, and he must have overcome a great deal of inner conflict and reluctance. Hearing her speak to him in such a manner, as if negating all his efforts, would naturally make him furious.

Perhaps this was a specialty of southern soldiers—even Sun Ce's horses could swim across the river. Of course, casualties were inevitable due to the freezing river water, but at least the majority of the troops were preserved.

"Gu—Ugh!" Song Tian's angry roar had just begun when it was cut short by a piercing agony in his sea of consciousness, turning into a miserable scream.

"It's fine. You've already worked very hard and made great progress. Your father sees it too," Ye Miao patted her shoulder and comforted her.

Back in her school days, Chen Duo could be considered a good student who neither smoked nor drank. But this time, the moment they arrived at the hotel, Chen Duo ordered a bottle of fruit wine.

Although Lu Shiyu followed her, he had no desire to speak to her. He kept his head down, staring at the object cradled in his hands, his fingers trembling slightly.

The first snow of the year had fallen last night. Although it was only a thin layer, just looking at it made one feel the chill. Ah Sheng was wrapped in a thick, unidentifiable large cloak, sitting cross-legged by the doorway to watch the snowy scenery. Inside the room, charcoal was burning, with spices roasting over the embers, casting a warm, soporific haze.

Yun Jingting reined in the smile on his face... Jokes were jokes, but deep down, he knew best how truly "good" Mixiang was.

"I'm all right too. Let's pay the bill," the driver urged anxiously, eager to settle up and get the money over with.

"Oh, right, you're the star of the show today. I'll leave the honors to you so you can have your fun," Zhao Hu said as he slowly walked away, turning his attention to tormenting Duan Wu, the leader of the school district housing group.

However, the Emperor's eyes now held only the Empress! After the Empress was punished and disciplined one after another, the Emperor's heart was no longer with her. Yet, using every means at her disposal and appealing through the Empress Dowager, she finally obtained the Emperor's special permission to come out for evening walks during her period of quiet seclusion.

"If not for your own sake, you must think of the child," Fei Yu said, some anger slipping out before the words could be checked. Once spoken, instant regret followed, but it could no longer be taken back.

Moreover, if Zhai Fang was kept happy, he could pull strings later during the strict crackdowns, ensuring he wouldn't end up locked in a prison cell.

"Jun..." She had barely opened her mouth when Pei Junhao's burning lips descended, pressing hard against hers, passionately tangling with her sweet lips and soft tongue.

"Brother Hao, even if we want to go, we need a plan. Come here, follow me, let me show you something," Rong Rong said. As she manipulated something hidden, the chair cast of solid gold slid aside, revealing a door standing right before their eyes.

After changing the dressing, Rilarde carefully bandaged my wound again. The tape, neither too tight nor too loose, was secured across my face without causing any discomfort.

Mao Jianxin was terribly frightened, his body shaking uncontrollably as he stammered, "Why is it you? How come you haven't..." Fortunately, he swallowed the word "dead" just in time; otherwise, had Yang Lefan known he was the one who hired hitmen to harm him, Mao Jianxin would never have been able to act so nonchalantly again.

How could he have anticipated that, after all the fighting, the contending factions would end up completely shattered, while Li Gexiao and the others, who had been locked in fierce combat, would plunge straight into the deep sea?

"That's good." Yun Xiyue had stayed at the hospital all night guarding Jun Yuyan, and her voice sounded thoroughly exhausted.

There was also a dressing table with a bronze mirror. When Shen Qingqing glanced at it, she could see her reflection instantly.

He, Zhou Muci, was indeed outstanding; yet, setting aside An Zhiyi's fear of Zhou Muci, the Zhou family would never consent to it anyway.

Now that the shadow of the Hokage had manifested in person, it confirmed his conjecture that Lu Chuan was indeed just ahead.

Before long, Fu Xiong and the others had returned to the Divine Glory Sect. He specifically sent someone to summon Lu Changtian while he waited in the main hall. His mental state was exceptional, looking not the least bit like someone who hadn't slept.

Jiang Anxing answered with the utmost earnestness, as if such a matter was of paramount importance in his heart. Unresolved, it was no wonder his mind was filled with doubt, making him look visibly troubled to any outsider.

Next, she went to the town's largest supermarket to purchase daily necessities. Blushing, she picked out a few sets of men's clothing, finally stopping in the men's underwear section.

Qing Si usually had a heavy workload and frequently worked overtime late into the night, naturally leaving her with little time to watch variety shows.

"Shaoning, the two of us have been in love for so long without ever crossing that physical boundary. Tonight, I want..." After dropping countless hints that he failed to grasp, she simply spelled it out directly.

"Brother Ximen, I have an important announcement to make shortly. Please return to your rooms to rest for a moment," Chen Feng said, using an excuse to stall.

If Wei Wuqi could bring himself to deal with such people, would he also turn against those whose achievements overshadowed their ruler?

As Wei Wuqi stepped forward and reached Cao Xin, he discovered his wife's face was already bathed in tears.

She had tried to contact Yun Qi, but just as when her sea of consciousness had shattered earlier, she could sense neither the space nor Yun Qi, making communication impossible.

The flock of imperial concubines chattering away incessantly that morning had made her head ache; only now was she finally recovering some of her vitality.