Volume 1, Chapter 56: Setting the Trap

Bai Ruoxi did not show the anticipated outbursts of rage and terror. Jiang Chengxin felt as though his heavy punch had landed on a pile of cotton, and he cursed bitterly, "Stop putting on an act, just wait until you get what's coming to you."

Ernst guessed his elderly father's intentions the moment he heard them. If he was not mistaken, the tall building Constantine had mentioned was the Chicago Home Insurance Building—the world's first skyscraper.

Prince Constantine, caught in indecision, ultimately sent Maximilian I's proposal to Ernst via a telegram from Dar es Salaam.

In East Africa, immigrants represented farmers, workers, and the military. It was only with a sufficient number of immigrants that East Africa had become what it was today, and the nation was currently reaping the demographic dividend brought by its massive population.

Yan Muan opened the bundle to reveal a set of grayish-blue men's attire, quite ordinary in style. She summoned Caihe to help her change into it and redo her hair. Caihe even thoughtfully helped her with some makeup to make her look as much like a young man as possible.

The items in Jiang Yan's hands were given to her by Aunt Huang Ling when she was leaving, which included some cured sausages, canned goods, and other food items, alongside two sets of Uncle Luo's new military uniforms.

Meanwhile, inside the Hidden Leaf Village, Shimura Danzo was still eagerly awaiting his capable subordinate to bring back good news.

Previously, the experts had doubted whether twelve-star dungeons even had rules. It was only just now that everyone confirmed rules had always existed, except that they had never manifested before people's eyes.

For some reason, upon hearing the term "former niece-in-law," he inexplicably felt a pang of displeasure.

Although he possessed billions in bank assets, in terms of sheer visual impact, nothing compared to the few sacks of cash sitting right on the table.

In the center, a row of tall cabinets served as a soft partition, yet the overall space remained integrated. In particular, a separate independent office was custom-built for her using frosted glass.

Lin Fan felt that since he had encountered this matter, he had to help the old man resolve it. After all, money did not grow on trees; they could not simply dictate terms however they pleased.

After waiting for a long time, the person on the bed showed no reaction whatsoever. Xiao Xiwei finally could not help but sigh. She had long anticipated that coming this time would fail to persuade Xichun. Although Xichun seemed gentle-natured by appearance, once she made up her mind about something, she would never easily change it.

"Master, it was Tianfeng herself who went mad," the First Madame said slowly, though a trace of panic flickered in her heart.

Though practically under house arrest, Tian Jia still had opportunities to learn about the outside situation—specifically whenever the Third Princess, Tian Rui, came to visit her.

Ning Fuchen did not press the matter. He had come here precisely to respect Mutufe's wishes; otherwise, what would have been the point of asking?

Along with a streak of dawn in the east, the silent Mount Damiao began to awaken. The silence was first broken by a mountain sparrow, whose chirp snapped Ning Fuchen out of his deep meditation.

Although I cannot achieve absolute perfection, it will suffice if I can write most parts in a way that leaves everyone with no major flaws to pick on.

However, in just the short span of time they had been talking, Ning Fuchen distinctly felt that the temperature had dropped much lower than before. This was by no means good news; if the temperature continued to plummet like this, he would not be able to withstand it himself.

As the grand four-horse carriage passed through Handan's North Gate, Mingyue stepped into this Warring States metropolis that resembled an ancient, unadorned scroll.

Nan Minghui and Yun Yiqing snapped out of their memories and exchanged smiles. Having known each other for a long time ago, they no longer felt estranged or bound by formalities.

Zhao Fuxin clasped Shen Binglian's hands, tears welling in his eyes. He could not marry Liu Qiongqiong; he simply could not bring himself to do it.