Volume 1, Chapter 66: The Trial Commences

Outside the governor's yamen, which was blocked by the common folk, a sudden shout echoed from behind the crowd.

"Make way, all of you!"

With that, Fang Haikuo reached out and took the letter. He glanced at Haiyao, then broke the seal and began to read its contents, while Haiyao stood quietly by his side.

Shortly after, frantic buying pressure emerged in the Hualin put warrant market, with orders of three million and five million shares appearing frequently, finally pulling up the price of the Hualin put warrants.

Yuan Shixiao had pursued Guan Mingmei for many years in vain, preferring to remain unmarried for the rest of his life. Naturally, he was a deeply devoted man who despised unfaithful scoundrels above all else. Never had he expected that the disciple he had personally mentored would turn out to be such a loathsome figure. At that moment, the look in his eyes as he gazed at Chen Jialuo grew considerably colder and more indifferent.

"That goes without saying; just keep an eye out for him, Brother Wang," Han Xiaoshan did not forget to build a connection for Wu Hua.

Yet what could be done about it? Leng Yang could not simply do as he pleased with her. After all, her status represented the Princess of Tangmu, someone their Kingdom of Jin dared not offend.

At this time, Yingchun was not yet the wooden figure in everyone's eyes—the kind who would not utter a single sound even if pierced by needles—and her wet nurse still held certain reservations.

Upon hearing this, Yu Xiao panicked immensely. He had gone to great lengths to devise such a plan, only to be rejected just like that by Guo Ran and Cheng Qingyuan. How could Yu Xiao ever accept such an outcome? Mulling it over, he decided to try and persuade Cheng Qingyuan once more, intending to make a thorough and tearful plea, convinced they would eventually relent.

With this thought, Wang Yize prepared to go out and search for the whereabouts of the white cat. However, before he could take a single step, he was blocked by two disciples. "Senior Brother Yize, your injuries have not yet healed; you cannot leave the Bitian Courtyard," one of the disciples said to him.

Following his words came the sound of "puch," along with a mouthful of soup spraying across the table, immediately succeeded by the sound of Leng Yue coughing violently.

Rumei held back her temper for a moment, but still retorted, "Your words are hardly fair. The moment you all arrived, you were given two sets of clothes each—how can you claim you were not provided with new garments?" Had their mother not feared that they might wander into the workshop, she would never have taken the newly made clothes from their own home to give to them to wear.

Late at night, Zhao Qingran was half asleep when she suddenly heard several urgent knocks on the door outside.

Hua Qingyan's abrupt interruption left Qiu Wuwan momentarily stunned. He looked at the face before him—flushed with an unnatural warmth from agitation, bearing an expression of stubbornness and discontent—and felt a sudden pang of heartache in his chest. In an instant, the fierce and imposing aura surrounding him vanished completely without a trace. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but ultimately the words failed to pass his lips.

Jin Lufeng's thin lips curved slightly as the pad of his thumb slowly and rhythmically stroked the back of Jian Rui's hand.

The expression on the Paladin's face returned to tranquility. He placed his right fist over his right chest and bowed deeply to Tang Jia in an ancient ritual, signifying his submission.

This was precisely why Xiong Yang chose to live near the Prime Minister's Estate—his sole purpose being to serve better as the Prime Minister's coachman.

There was no sound. He twisted the doorknob; it was unlocked. He pushed the door open, switched on the light, and a booming crash came from the direction of the window, accompanied by a sharp cat's meow.

Hua Qingyan had not anticipated that Wuyou would strike so suddenly. The force with which Wuyou had just broken free from her grip was unprecedentedly great, showing just how severely the child must have been bullied beforehand. Holding Xi'er, Hua Qingyan narrowed her eyes, her aversion toward the members of the old Hua family deepening all the more.

The mysterious gunman's mobility was unknown, his objective unknown, and his origin unknown, shrouding Xiao Tao's mind like a thick, baffling veil of mist.

The doll leaped down from the man's shoulder, landed on the ground, smacked the man's backside, and issued a stern command.