Chapter 52: Is Doing This Worth It?

Shen Yong sat straight up in bed in a fit of anger, assuming that uttering a few soft words would be enough to make Shen Yuan change her mind. As long as she could accept his apology, he wouldn't face demotion, his stipend wouldn't be slashed, and he wouldn't be banished to some temple to painstakingly copy scriptures!

Never had he expected her to be so truly cold-blooded and ruthless.

"Even though you left home at the age of eight and suffered hardships wandering outside, you still endured a fair share of grievances. Yet, think carefully—every single day you spent in the Shen Manor, wasn't it funded by my money? It was—"

"Your Majesty." Just as the assembled ministers were cowed by Liu Hong's imposing aura, a voice rang out. Liu Hong traced the sound, and who else could the speaker be but Grand Commandant Yang Ci?

Deep in the quiet of the night, Qian Bufan was in exceptionally high spirits. Having spent a small fortune to secure a long-coveted courtesan from the Chunhui Pavilion, he was thoroughly exerting himself, his heart filled with boundless aspirations for the future.

Nan Jinxi stretched out her hands and gently tugged twice on the arm Mu Yanshen had wrapped around her waist, signaling for him to let go. Instead of releasing her, however, Mu Yanshen tightened his hold even further.

As the shadows began to drift westward, Zhao Dangshi felt a slight pang of hunger in his stomach. Just as he was about to check whether Hua Qing had woken up, a soft, melodious, and light-hearted humming reached his ears. He instinctively looked down to find Hua Qing blinking her large, bright eyes, gazing up at him with a cheerful smile.

Before long, the majestic, colossal capital city finally came into view for Yang Feng and his entourage.

Tang Tong was unfamiliar with the geography of Shanhaiguan, and his troops were vastly outnumbered by Wu Sangui's sudden attacking force. Naturally, his line collapsed at the very first contact, and he fled in panic toward the vicinity of the Shixi Pass north of the city. After recapturing Shanhaiguan, Wu Sangui garrisoned various city gates with divided forces, while stationing his main army in the South Wing City located south of the fortress town.

Before his words had fully faded, she heard Xu Ruoxue give a light shout of "Let's go," and with a flash of green shadow, she was already mounted on the large black horse.

Turning his chair to face away from the door, Shen Shen grabbed a tissue, wiped himself, took a few deep breaths, and finally calmed down.

A faint smile still lingered on Kosuke Mizutani's face as he rested his head on Conan's shoulder.

Qhenba snapped back to his senses in a daze, feeling that something was amiss. He then carefully checked the movement trajectories of all the monsters and ultimately confirmed a stark fact—the monsters had all consciously steered clear of this fallen corpse while planning their routes.

As the words fell from Huan Zun's lips, a burst of bright light suddenly erupted from his body. Immediately after, a figure identical to him, yet a hundred times larger, enveloped him within its shroud.

She had no idea how Hu Jinglei truly felt about her; overall, she found it impossible to place complete trust in him.

Deep down, of course, she also hoped that it possessed the ability to travel through time and space, because a lingering trace of the desire to leave this place still remained in her heart.

Pang Tong cried out. The hilt of the sword was made of gold, extraordinary and magnificent. A soldier immediately ran over and handed the sword to him as if he had performed a great service.

Ah Tai had no idea how many ages the Cangyun Realm had actually existed, but he was certain it was not the hundred thousand or million years Xuanyuan Jing'er spoke of, but an even more ancient expanse of time.

Ignoring him entirely, Liu Ye turned around and walked over to the edge of the platform, a move that left Lu Qian utterly bewildered.

By the time Lu Kang rushed back to Hong Kong, it was already noon the next day. Hearing that Lu Kang had returned, the entire extended family was present.

It was much like chicken ribs: tasteless to eat, yet a pity to discard. Therefore, Xiao Feng would not waste too much energy and Dao stones on such items.

At the very height of her life's triumph, right upon her wedding day, she lost her baby. And now, at her most despairing moment, a spark of hope had been reignited within her, only for that hope to feel far too elusive.

Yan Lingji also felt she had been a bit too impulsive just now. She rolled her eyes at him with a huff and simply ignored him.

Yi Rui's tone was exceptionally dejected, as if he were truly sinking into despair over the company's impending bankruptcy.

Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng cupped his hands and said, "Many thanks, Madam!" With that, he immediately began arranging for people to carry the injured off the carriage and into the manor.