Volume One, Chapter 39: Ending an Ill-Fated Relationship

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Upon overhearing Zhang Weimin and Hong Daniu mention a prison during their conversation, Lian Shuyue asked in confusion, "Prison? What does my sister-in-law have to do with a prison?" Hong Daniu paused for a moment, glancing at Zhang Weimin uncertainly, unsure whether these words were appropriate to say in front of Lian Shuyue. Zhang Weimin reassured him, "It's nothing, Daniu. Shuyue isn't an outsider. I'll explain the details to her later." Relieved, Hong Daniu said, "Alright, Old Zhang, you rest then. I need to oversee the production preparations to ensure everything starts smoothly tomorrow." After Hong Daniu left, Lian Shuyue immediately sat by Zhang Weimin's bedside and asked, "Boss, what exactly is my sister-in-law’s connection to the prison?" Zhang Weimin then recounted the events involving Liu Fangfang.

Inside the carriage, where movement was impossible and speech forbidden, Xie Ruyu’s almond-shaped eyes widened at these words. The Jianning Emperor looked at the brightly smiling Li Qingmu, gently took his left hand, and obediently closed his eyes.

With a sigh, Wang Ting waved goodbye. Hu Dafa watched her fading figure and let out a long, weary breath.

“It was truly a hallucination...” Ye Feng murmured to himself, a bit disappointed after confirming the scene before him was an illusion. Yet, as he refocused on Zhang Kexin, everything began to change again.

Wang Buzhun displayed his iron-faced impartiality, rejecting every plea and finally closing the door to visitors, awaiting the public trial in three days.

Fu Tianmo was puzzled by Ghost Butterfly’s reaction, not understanding why she responded so strongly to this sword.

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“Nothing unusual happened in the dormitory these past few days, right?” Xie Dongya asked with a meaningful probe.

Seeing Yang Jian resolute, with no room for retreat, the courtiers had no choice but to praise the Emperor’s wisdom and valor. The so-called golden words were far from beautiful, stained instead with endless bloodshed. Defying the Emperor’s orders was tantamount to rebellion, and rebellion meant death was near.

“That must be that car. Looks like if we don’t agree, the Lamborghini owner won’t give up,” Zhang Kexin sighed.

For someone like Shangguan Rong, whose aura was so formidable, ordinary people would have long fled in terror.

“Father... forget it! When Aotian returns, he will surely seek justice for us!” Nangong Xian’er lowered her head tightly and whispered secretly. Although her Nascent Soul was locked, using the ‘Spiritual Sound Transmission’ had nothing to do with it—it was purely the power of the soul.

“What do you intend to do?” Yun Xixi seemed unbothered by Luo Yun’s change, her expression calm and unreadable.

She thought for a moment and said, “Alright then, give her three thousand gold coins. The rest, just consider it as making a friend.” The young man beamed with joy, bowed deeply to her, and pulled out a stack of silver notes from his bosom. Counting forty, he handed them to Yang Lan.

Qin Bingyue’s words were like a cold blade, piercing deeply into Wu Xing’s heart, leaving her stunned and motionless.

Everyone noticed the solemn look on Jiang Lin’s face. The True Illusion Realm was Jiang Lin’s world; for him to be so grave in his own realm surely meant something terrible had occurred.

Wu Yinglin said, “Who else can take us in?” He turned around, and their eyes met—both sharing the same unspoken thought.

Those players who had long complained about low ranks and slow experience gains could finally earn experience. Moreover, this exclusive map was opened in the Moonfall District, which was considered a great honor and a matter of pride.

At that moment, two male instructors approached. Seeing her flustered state, they were puzzled, recalling that Chen Fei had appeared similarly distressed in this direction earlier.

“You, you, you...” Director Bai’s face turned blue with anger as he slapped Ling Xiao across the face.

The light attribute, one of the seven elements, was extremely strange. Its attack power was modest, but its healing ability was unmatched.

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” Qing Shuang playfully rubbed her pain-free nose with a smile. With the Emperor’s gentle embrace, she walked into the inner palace. Though her legs were slightly sore, the smile on her lips gradually widened.

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Chen Hu sped wildly through the rain, relieved that the downpour had come just in time, yet he was far from safe. Hundreds of meters away, the Black Wolf and Thomas were already in pursuit.

Yan Mumu nodded, her large, round eyes staring through the thick glass at pairs of exquisite cufflinks quietly lying in the display case. Suddenly, she realized this was a cufflink shop.

Jun Muchen remained silent, unsure what to say. Still, no matter what, they were brothers born of the same mother; blood ties were unbreakable.

Facing two hundred thousand rebels outside the camp, Zhou Yafu lived as if nothing was wrong, following the rhythm of the sun—working at dawn and resting at dusk.

As they spoke, Concubine An gracefully entered the palace, bowed respectfully to the Emperor and Empress, and upon receiving permission, took her seat to the Emperor’s right.

Laughter and chatter echoed faintly within the hall. Nurse Gao maintained a composed expression but quickened her steps. Though Consort Li’s tone was casual, Bi Jiancheng’s words carried a sharp edge. Since Qing Shuang failed to pay her respects on time, Consort Li’s heart grew uneasy, stirring a sense of foreboding in Nurse Gao.

He had noticed Yan Mumu’s delicacy—it was innate—but he never imagined she was so fragile that she would vomit after using unsterilized utensils.

Nurse Gao called out loudly, footsteps halting as silence fell. “Who’s there? If you don’t come out, I’ll send for help!” Though fearful, she forced herself to shout sternly.

Green E wept, pleading, “Master, don’t look any further, don’t look.” Only by witnessing such cruelty firsthand could one resolve to torment the other mercilessly—a lesson written in blood, for Miao Chang’s single word had just ended Ruoshu’s life.

“Spirit Devouring Worm, check this out.” Suddenly, a white mist rose around Su Yu, filling the cockpit instantly.

Several sharp cracks echoed in the dark, silent power plant, clearly audible as the steel fence, already weakened by Zhao Pika, shattered.

Tonight’s meteor streaked across the sky with a rumbling roar, trailing a luminous tail dozens of yards long that illuminated Han Sui’s camp. The startled livestock bleated in terror, and the soldiers grew uneasy, feeling forsaken by Heaven itself.