Chapter Forty-Nine: Genuine Feelings Stirred for Chen Wanzhou

Many things do not necessarily have to wait until night to be done; he has ample time during the day to accomplish much.

Lin Rongshen, too indifferent to look at me, held the documents in his hand and said coldly, “Do not follow. Lie down.” After speaking, he left the ward.

His words were sharp, showing no respect to the police, leaving the staff present visibly displeased.

No other expression flickered across his face, yet his heart felt as if it were soaked in warm water.

He knew full well that she had fallen into utter poverty; otherwise, how could so many entanglements have arisen between them?

Sikong Yan’s complexion was cold and hard, her dark starry eyes resembling a bottomless abyss, swirling with complicated emotions.

Wen Ruixiu saw her eyes narrow dangerously and feared she might unleash havoc here, something he could not stop.

Unexpectedly, after this meeting, the next day, a message from Ye Qingtian arrived.

Song Ke, along with Charlotte, Tian Guangguang, and Bai Tan Hua, didn’t even return to the Roman Holiday Hotel; instead, they took a car directly to Luojiang City. On the way, they called Yang Guo to inform him.

At that time, Emperor Yuanwu had just ascended the throne and was busy dealing with his brothers. Wang Jiannan was resolute and never complained to Emperor Yuanwu. However, due to the Sima family’s selfishness, the opportunity for battle was delayed, and reinforcements arrived two days late.

A chilling aura suddenly enveloped Zhang Sanfeng, seemingly sharing something in common with that ghostly presence.

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Inside the room, Yan Mengyue and her brother had been relatively calm, but upon hearing these sounds, their faces immediately turned pale.

During their time at Qingcheng Mountain, the disciples in the Taoist temple occasionally caught colds. They never bought any special medicines from the market but relied solely on homemade herbal concoctions. After taking these herbs, one usually felt refreshed and comfortable, recovering fully within three to five days.

A white light radiated from Lu Xu’s hands, soaking Mo Rigen’s forehead. In an instant, a fierce wind blew across the boundless grasslands, lifting thousands of blades of grass, sending them soaring toward the clear, azure sky.

Li Li’s most disliked person was Leng Feng, who, despite being a royal scion blessed with immense wealth and honor, always wore a nonchalant air, making others around him seem like mere nouveau riche.

The roar frightened not only Leng Yue but also the palace attendants outside. They thought Yun Gui Jun was too bold, daring to insult His Majesty. What if the emperor, in a fit of rage, decided to execute them all? The thought made their bodies tremble uncontrollably.

Yet, it shone brilliantly. It was undeniably extraordinary. Attracted by this luxurious display, like everyone else, I was drawn to it. The splendid carriage had its canopy removed, as if its very presence was meant to showcase the owner’s extraordinary grandeur and prodigal spirit.

After a while, someone hurriedly reported that Bai Ningxi had awakened. Madame Youlu immediately rushed to Yanluo Palace. Upon entering, she saw Ningxi struggling relentlessly within the stone bed’s seal.

Therefore, her master always turned a blind eye to the bullying she endured. Sometimes, he even personally mocked her, blaming her lowly birth for bringing him shame.

Not long after, countless netizens discovered that Ye Xuan, the “Son of the Wealthiest Man,” whom they had followed years before, had unexpectedly posted a Weibo update after many years.

With a forced smile, Huai Yu watched the coffin pass before her, unable to resist reaching out her hand to wave at it.

Situ Xuan glanced back at her once. Xue Xue immediately grabbed An Dai, but her hand lacked strength, and after a long struggle, she couldn’t bring it over.

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At that moment, I was half-crouched by Musa’s bedside. When Old Master Mu approached, I turned my head and began to rise, but halfway up, I was struck by his fist in the eye. My body involuntarily tilted backward, and my head slammed against the bedside with a thud. After that, I lost consciousness.

Liang Peiyun treated her qipao like her life. Her qipaos were already valuable, but now, any piece in her wardrobe was even finer.

The audience eagerly awaited the fierce competition between the two contestants, their anticipation so high it was impossible to predict who would ultimately prevail.

“Chirp chirp...” The souls screamed in terror, sensing the threat of death. Physical attacks were ineffective against them, but the intent behind the blade was unbearable.

Suddenly, Gu Su’s words in the corridor flashed through my mind, a subtle pain piercing my nerves.

Repeated calls were unwarranted, but the other party spoke sincerely. Gu Shian hesitated briefly before agreeing to come the next morning.

Gently supporting her waist, he looked at her still-flat belly and shook his head regretfully, thinking, “All this is for you, and your father has been enduring it all along.”

“In that case, even if Zhang Jiao dies, with a substitute here, perhaps...” Lu Zhi ignored him. He had already heard about the conflict between his colleague and his disciple and resolved to clarify his stance with facts.

Watching Roland and the cunning old fox Paget’s back-and-forth, Ye Feng suddenly realized that this matter must have been orchestrated by them beforehand.