Volume One, Chapter 138: Turmoil on the Road to His New Post—A Beauty at His Side and Stratagems at His Command!

She could not help but feel a pang of sympathy for Jiyun. Among all the women in the estate, she was the most favored by the Marquis, yet for the past two months, she was the only one forced to drink the contraceptive decoction. If things continued this way, it would be no solution at all.

Beyonce could not help but break out in a sweat for the players. The fury pent up inside Ferrio at this moment was bound to erupt, and those players would serve as the ultimate outlet for his wrath.

Su Peisheng coughed up a large mouthful of fresh blood, his sword slipping from his hand and clattering to the ground. He muttered an apology to Qin Yuan before collapsing.

The Military Commissioner: a special post operating independently of the administrative circuits, yet holding crucial command over all combat troops within that region.

Why was he idly toying with her hand when he had nothing better to do? Was her hand some sort of amusing plaything? Adai inwardly scoffed, and feeling quite defiant, immediately reached out with her other paw to pinch the back of his hand.

On second thought, in order to save Toshimichi Wankawa, he had already sold his soul once. Selling it once was no different from selling it twice.

"Before we authenticate the origin of this string of prayer beads, I hope you can focus entirely on this task here."

This also indirectly indicated that she had no way of leaving this place right now, and must absorb sufficient incense smoke every night, because her spiritual power derived entirely from its fragrance.

Although the vegetables and rice here possessed spiritual energy, the original owner's body had expended vital essence to tend to these spiritual herbs. The spiritual energy consumed far outweighed what she could replenish through food, leaving her physical condition severely depleted.

To her surprise, Zhao Mingjie had already written out the geometric proof steps and auxiliary lines clearly on the blackboard, and in some steps, his solution was even more concise than her own.

"It's fine, I'll teach you." Lu Chenhao led Nan Xia toward the dance floor, completely ignoring the people around them. In his eyes, aside from Nan Xia, no one else existed.

"Is it Chen Shiru?" Yan Ruoyi could find no conceivable way to equate Chen Shiru with gentleness and kindness.

Cheng Lie paused with a bizarre hesitation of a few seconds, then typed on the keyboard: Is your Father Mo not treating you well?

Xu Qinqin was left utterly dumbfounded by Liang Man's tactic. Only after recovering her wits did she realize how foolish her previous actions had been.

Mo Yang pondered for a moment. If Lu Chenhao remained unaware of the young madam's situation, a major disaster would truly ensue. With a slight bow, he prepared to inform Lu Chenhao about Nan Xia.

Seeing this, a triumphant smile flashed across Qiao Mu's face. She leisurely strolled over to the driver's seat, and a moment later, with a sharp screech, the sports car carrying Tang Aiai surged forward.

A few minutes later, Chu Yi opened his eyes. The hazy scene before him gradually grew clear, yet his eyes widened in increasing shock.

If she had not driven into them, if she had let Yan Yan go, let Han Han go, and let herself go, would none of this ever have happened?

"Lanli, I have always been standing right behind you. If one day you grow tired and wish to rest in a harbor, you can always turn around and look," Mo Yunxuan said deeply.

If she truly ran into a scoundrel and left the matter unresolved, this jerk might come back later to extort money and treat her like a personal ATM—that was pure daydreaming.

"What kind of anomalies occurred within the tomb of Emperor Yuan five hundred years ago?" Chu Tianze leaped onto the head of the ancient demonic whale and asked.

Immediately afterward, he recounted his initial encounter with those nine supreme god-like beings six years ago, while also detailing the insights and probable hypotheses he and Qin Mingyue had gathered over the years.

As for the floral-patterned garment Ye Xiaofeng picked out—setting aside the fact that it looked like cheap street-market trash—the real problem was that even if given to Ye Xiaofeng's own mother, it would make her look excessively old.

And although the "Nine-Tailed Fox" did not attack "Demacia," as long as "Demacia" was thus charmed into walking forward, it would inevitably step into the Imperial team's defensive tower and be eliminated.

At the artillery commander's order, over a hundred catapults arrayed themselves and began hurling boulders toward the city walls. Naturally, the initial rounds of bombardment could not employ explosive satchels directly; after all, the supply of explosive satchels was limited. Unlike stone projectiles, which could be replenished from the mountains in a timely manner once depleted, the satchels were irreplaceable.

"Another lunatic!" Jiang Hai thought to himself, yet he showed no outward reaction, as those two giant crabs were already lunging toward him.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—the swinging of his arms stirred up piercing whistling sounds that grew increasingly distinct as the "Chi" approached.

"According to what you said, I can grit my teeth and cough up one and a half pills, but the remaining half is simply beyond me," Jui Mie said through clenched teeth.

"Fortunately, it was treated promptly, or else he would have suffered from excessive blood loss," the physician said with a sage expression as he took Min Hua's pulse.

Li Hongyuan paid it no mind, and even if he had noticed, he wouldn't have reacted much. At most, he wanted to put on a show for his old man, lodging a quiet complaint and playing the pity card. Since the beatings were already dealt and the injuries inflicted, these superficial matters were truly of no consequence.

Time and time again, every time Mu Xiaoxiao heard it, her heart ached anew, though she had no idea why she felt such an emotion. She wanted to wake up, yet found herself unable to attain clarity.

With those words, his hand had already taken the initiative to clasp hers. Leng Muzhen offered no resistance, simply letting him lead her toward the palace gates.

Whether his attendance was meant to bring blessings or cause chaos was something only he knew in his heart.

Who knows how much time had passed, but Mu Xiaoxiao's eyelids finally felt somewhat lighter than before. It seemed the paralyzing poison in her system was gradually wearing off.

At that moment, a dazzling moonlight-white radiance emanated from all around Bai Ze. Hovering above Liu Ningyou's form, it channeled its spiritual energy into her body without holding anything back.

Tianshan must be a martial arts sect, right? To think she actually became a disciple of the sect leader—it seemed her memory loss hadn't robbed her of good fortune.

Su You continuously and anxiously called out to Ah Mo, his panic and eagerness palpable, with his nervous state evident in every gesture.

"Chengyu, I understand." Sheng Moyu propped herself up halfway, began removing her outer garment, and wearing only her inner tunic, climbed onto the bed, wriggling inward to leave Liu澄宇 plenty of space.

Having been muddle-headedly driven out of Baoning Prefecture by Sun Jie in a single day, what followed was a desperate, breathless flight across hundreds of li, constantly plagued by the nerve-wracking threat of Officer Fei's cavalry hunting them down in a tumultuous uproar. In the end, Zhang Hu suffered a mental breakdown and committed the ultimate taboo for a military commander: abandoning his army and fleeing in Zhaohua.

Her grandmother had not even gone to the battlefield at the time; why, then, would Count Blue take the superfluous trouble of writing a letter to her grandmother, who was far away in Highgarden, to report this matter?

Seeing Shu Wan laughing until her eyes crinkled into crescents, Xia Zhu and Chun Ju could not help chuckling as well. Judging by this display, it would probably not be so simple for Dongmei and Commander Shen to achieve a happy ending.