Volume One, Chapter 45: Interested in Her Best Friend

“Aunt, how could that be? My parents are both senior workers in the factory. Why should I be married off just to exchange for a dowry? Unless…” Su Ningxia paused, then spoke in surprise, “Is it because I’m not the Su family’s biological child? Do they find me an eyesore, so they want to send me away?”

Aunt Wang’s face stiffened even more.

“You’ve been raised as a Su family member for over twenty years. To discard you so easily, that’s truly heartless!”

“If you ask me, your mother simply dislikes you. She wants to sell you off quickly, get some money, and spend it on your younger sister!”

“Aunt Wang, what nonsense are you spouting? When have I ever wanted to sell my daughter?” Su’s mother retorted, bristling with anger…

Li Qiushui, standing nearby, listened with delight in her eyes. She hadn’t expected her senior sister to act so decisively, yet still leave a measure of mercy, allowing her reputation the chance to be restored.

This was a chaotic stretch of space, where spatial turbulence mingled with the breath of chaos, filling every corner of the world.

“Marshal Li, you fought all your life for our country, and in the end died at the hands of these demons. Now that the demon has fallen by my hand, this wine is my offering to comfort Marshal Li’s spirit in heaven,” Xu Qianqiu said.

He played a surprise move, expecting his nemesis to be shocked, but the old patriarch beside him remained calm and unruffled.

To be honest, this short-haired style looked even better, and gave Cao Zhiqiang a strong sense of déjà vu.

You may call me irresponsible, unfaithful, anything you like. You can leave me, and that’s fine.

Qin Yuan ignored everything, silently deducing what might happen today and pondering strategies to respond.

“Even the trees can turn into ghosts—what rules are left? These scenes are clearly set up to trap me for simulation points!” Sun Suo cursed loudly.

Xu Qianqiu, as the controller, understood the situation of the Gate of Worlds. Although the Gate of Worlds was now closely intertwined with this realm…

“Let all the people of the Medicine King Sect go. They only came to this fate because they tried to protect me; it shouldn’t be theirs to bear.” Lan Wan’er suddenly felt deeply moved. Yao Tian and the others had done so much for her, yet she still lacked the power to repay them—and might never see them again.

I am the wife of Hua Ying’an, the son most beloved by the old lady. I am the legitimate wife, the original spouse.

She carefully stored everything, tucking them beneath her pillow, then asked Qing Li to bring the silver needles from the door, placing Lin Ya’s needles together and hiding them under her own pillow as well.

Although her outfit had nothing to do with luxury brands, a shirt costing three or five hundred yuan in that city was almost the equivalent of a luxury item.

No matter what you choose, people can always find fault, making you live in constant unease.

Qin Liang’s neck wound was frightening, though thankfully not deep. Still, when Lu Shenghe disinfected it, the pain made her tremble.

Such a reaction made Mo Nu a bit afraid. It kept rubbing against Ruxing’s hand, but received only her aloof, solitary silhouette in return.

Lu Chan’s eyes were already sparkling. She felt like a drifting leaf in this chaotic world—without any support, yet stubbornly hoping for the protection of her motherland.

“I hope the princess will allow me to report properly to Consort Wan.” She knelt, her body trembling slightly.

Don’t panic; this is a normal symptom of a late-stage fan obsession. You simply can’t stand to hear anyone say a bad word about your idol, even if it’s true.

“Of course I like him—he’s always been mine.” As Qin Dandan finished speaking, she slowly walked to Tang Long’s side and took his hand, leading him away.

Huang Fu shuddered at their mockery. It was true he tried to save money; now that someone offered to pay for him, of course he’d save. As for what Second Senior Brother had to do with him, who cared?

After all, the Ancient Divine City was now the capital of the Great Sui Dynasty, its very center. Any one of the four major families in the imperial city could easily possess a transcendent expert of the Emperor Realm.

“Shaman, didn’t you say we’d wait a few years before marrying? Why are you in such a hurry this time?” Bai Nuo asked in confusion.

The white silk she infused into her heart appeared soft and supple, yet was stronger than rope. Mu Xuefu suddenly raised her hand, spun the white silk around, and drew Princess Wuyou to her side.

“Does the prince like lotus flowers?” Mu Xuefu was shocked inside. To preserve this pool of lotus flowers had indeed taken much effort and time.

“This young master is plotting against you?” Before Gu Ling’er could finish, Long Linfei snatched her words and said them for her.

“Oh, Prince!” Mu Xuefu coquettishly threw herself into his arms, her face too shy to lift, yet her soft, sweet voice was truly enchanting.

Glancing at Du Zhan, Tang Mofan wished he would suddenly open his eyes and come up with a solution to help Lin Zhixiao split the two fused intentions.

Suddenly, the wind at my ears eased considerably. I saw the things Star Crow had left begin to waver. Without their master’s control, the effect of those red cloths was much reduced. Of course, my focus was on the tactics themselves. Now, what we needed to face was no longer invisible ghosts.

Lin Xixi woke up early and found the plane was already descending, feeling the sensation of weightlessness.

With no particular aim, I continued searching through the guesthouses and hotels he had selected.

The store recently hired two new clerks. Du Juan had nothing to do, so she could easily rest at home.

Qin Yuelan was instructing employees to clean the VIP area. Yun Nan entered from outside, grabbing Qin Yuelan and sizing her up from head to toe.

Ning Yuan and Emperor Jingyuan sat opposite each other, listlessly picking at the dishes in their bowls. After a few bites, they found the food bland and tasteless, thoroughly weary of it.

Although she didn’t know why Zheng Yuan had come this time, and brought gifts, Du Juan was certain he wasn’t up to anything good.

Her face shape was decent, and her figure was slim, but her face was covered with countless red rashes.

This Mr. Guo didn’t look like an ordinary person. In these times, if you want to deceive someone, Guo Jing naturally had his own advantages. He was not only eloquent, but his looks were exceptional—not the kind of striking handsomeness, but an innate air of transcendence. At first glance, one felt he was a true master.