Volume One, Chapter 50: The Match Is Moved Up

Depois do divórcio da Srta. Jiang, toda a elite de Pequim ficou em choque Duas porções de macarrão pequeno 1290 words 2026-08-04 07:29:32

At night, she lay in bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

Once, Lu Jinye had also lain here beside her. He liked to wrap his arms around her from behind, his warm, breathy whispers brushing against the back of her ear—stirring emotions and bringing a deep sense of comfort.

Today, Xie Ya said many things, both overtly and subtly urging her to follow her own heart.

But how could she not know that she should follow her heart? It was just that this heart of hers was impossible to obey.

Zhou Xian was undoubtedly a man who adored rhythm. When she held the pipa in her arms, she immersed herself entirely in the exquisite music, forgetting that she was within the imperial palace’s inner courtyard.

Ye Zeta also understood that this alchemical laser cannon was surely more powerful than those laser weapons from Earth.

After the contract was officially signed, Baolong and Jiahe jointly held a grand press conference, with the media eagerly reporting on the news.

Once out of the laboratory, Lu Tianyu felt his breath flow more freely. Sitting inside his new car, he retracted the all-blue battle armor. Even inside his own vehicle, it wasn’t safe—not because his life was threatened, but because it was too easy to be exposed.

Thus, the allied army numbered eighty thousand: forty thousand unreliable turncoats, thirty thousand noble private soldiers each with their own agendas, and ten thousand mercenaries burning through money extravagantly. Though the force seemed formidable, its true combat effectiveness was anything but.

Remy—only Remy, and none but Remy. During this time, my heart, my entire being, even my soul could scarcely hold space for anything else—so much so that even Yuki temporarily stepped back to second place.

The automaton removed the defibrillator, and Leon stopped trembling. He began to wail loudly, crying and calling out for his mother.

He was born with the innate ability to wield any weapon at will. To acquire what he needed, he never hesitated to kill or seize by force, and so he ultimately became an invincible hero.

“Currently, the Aegean Continent is an intermediate space. Does the Southern Barbarian Kingdom also govern several lower-level spaces?” Jiang Feng pondered before asking.

This was a hero, half-dragon, half-human, possessing the strength of a dragon and the wisdom of a man—one who believed himself able to see through everything, yet ultimately fell victim to fate.

Watching Chen Quan’s departing back, the tall navy man sighed quietly, then shouted out to Chen Quan from afar.

Xu Guoliang was well aware that the Third and Fourth Madams were constantly scheming against each other. Whenever one encountered trouble, the other would invariably gloat behind her back. It seemed the Third Madam was right.

However, Wu Qingzhu understood the reason behind it: these people were all students or parents who had already decided to enroll in the manor’s academy.

The door creaked open. Brother Lang weakly lifted his head toward the light at the doorway, wondering if Xiang Nan was about to be thrown in.

Though unwilling deep down, because of Nan He, he still did as he was told.

This exceeded what the system could handle. It seemed that the Fallen Heavenly Emperor was indeed no ordinary man! He must be a god. Could it be that gods truly existed in this world?

Then, with utmost respect, he carefully placed the teacup before Sun Dajiao, bowed deeply, and stepped back behind the counter.

Feng Youwei did not respond, for it was an impossible request. Yet to give a clear refusal would mean outright hostility toward Lin Kui. Given the current situation—with so many elite guards surrounding them—his Changfeng Escort Agency would be doomed.

His father said that her mother was the gentlest person in the world, with infinite patience, never losing her temper no matter the circumstances.

After discussion with Helan and her mother, they agreed that their wedding should take place no earlier than when they reached eighteen.

This was also why Nalan Xiao had always sought help from others but never felt overly worried—this was the main reason.

Of course, I knew in my heart that if the Prince intended to betray me, he could have done so long ago. Therefore, I could almost say I was just waiting for Zhang Jiaming to embarrass himself.