Volume 1, Chapter 64: The Entrance of the Wealthy Heiress

He was a man plagued by profound insecurity.

Sneaking into Jiang Weiyue's home in the dead of night, while warming her hands and feet, he forced her to make a promise.

A promise that she would never leave him.

Reluctant as she was, she ultimately complied.

Yi Bai knew that if he were to cause too much of a commotion in a bustling downtown area, he would inevitably draw the attention of the Mingyang City police. That would expose his whereabouts, an outcome he wished to avoid.

Lin Xue turned her face away, the veins on her forehead bulging. Even though they had shared intimacy countless times, she still could not bear the sight of him swaggering brazenly before her eyes.

Immediately afterward, an old man dressed in a bespoke suit walked up to Zhou Tong. Wearing a bright smile on his face, he harbored unfathomable and sinister schemes in his heart.

The moment he stepped outside, I distinctly heard a click, as if I had been locked inside this room.

Throughout that year, they had been subjected to frantic encirclement and suppression by the imperial army. Suffering far more defeats than victories and losing countless soldiers and generals, they were practically reduced to stray dogs.

"There is no rush for this!" Jiang Cheng smiled as he set aside the data summaries compiled by his subordinates, shaking his head with a chuckle.

"You even use a body double for hugs. No celebrity possesses a grander diva attitude than you, Lin Xue." The man picked up a tube of mascara, twirling it between his fingertips with a cynical grin as his legs swung back and forth.

Beside them, Nuo Lanlan wore a desolate expression. As matters stood, short of the Nine-Flames Spiritual Infant, there was no other way to save Nuo Lanwudi's life; channeling spiritual energy could only treat the symptoms, not the root cause.

Had this struck an ordinary person, it likely would have broken their arm outright.

He firmly believed that no conflict would arise before he met Zhou Tong, and should a clash break out, he would not feel a shred of fear.

Although Su Yunliang had long since heard Jin Yuanbao describe Shen Qinghong's condition, hearing Su Yunxi's words now still left a bitter taste in her mouth.

This was precisely the root cause of how factional strife ruins state affairs. With neither side willing to compromise, the two opposing parties became completely deadlocked. Compared to the actual matters the reforms sought to alter, this was the greatest tragedy of Wang Anshi's reforms.

Thus, the dynamic shifted from the junior sister pursuing the senior brother to the senior brother pestering the junior sister, maintaining the daily chaotic uproar. According to the terrible advice concocted by Fang Mengbao, to thaw a heart that had grown cold toward you, one must relentlessly hound, persistently badger, and fiercely pursue them... with many more details omitted here.

After Wen Su carefully examined Shen Qingwu's swollen and reddened hands, he spoke to her in a half-joking manner. Upon hearing his words, Shen Qingwu could only grit her teeth and reply with a fierce, harsh tone.

Huangfu Mo attempted to speak, but the moment he opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood spewed forth. "Cough, cough..." With that, he closed his eyes and fainted.

Inside the room, the water clock dripped steadily, the silence so profound that even a needle dropping to the floor would have been clearly audible. Gu Jingfeng waited for Nishang to speak, while the Dowager, holding Nishang's hands, gently patted them and signaled with her eyes for her to give her answer.

Yet this very Qianli found himself at a disadvantage in battle against Ting Shu... The Four Heavenly Kings began to reassess the level of threat Ting Shu posed.

"This humble commoner is lowly and fears offending the noble official's eyes!" Er Bo continued to lower his voice, speaking in a delicate, hushed tone.

With a crying lilt in his voice, Cheng Chumeng finished reporting Wang Xingxin's critical condition before dropping heavily to his knees to beg Li Er to save Wang Xingxin's life.

Xia Dong feebly released his grip on the flying sword. At this final moment, his gradually dimming eyes locked dead onto the figure before him. Filled with an infinite reluctance to leave the world, he slowly closed his eyes, his limp body sliding down to lean against the cliff face before collapsing.

Kasumigaoka's smile turned somewhat dangerous. After sweeping her gaze over Yile's drenched clothes, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, assuming Yile had merely sought shelter from the rain and stopped by to change clothes.