Chapter 130: Fondness
Gu Hansheng avoided Shiyi’s gaze and turned to leave the room without another word.
A trace of regret crossed Shiyi’s face. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out.
Shiyi glanced at the glass beside her, picked it up helplessly, and gulped it down despite the fishy smell.
After drinking it, however, her stomach did feel considerably better.
She sighed, tidied herself up, and left the room.
Her room was on the third...
Why had Marquis Jinghai chosen this moment to bring a lawsuit against Wang Jiubao? In the entire civil and military court, why had Wang Jiubao entrusted his family’s bloodline to Xu Lingyi?
Thinking back on it now, Niu Boyu still felt a chill run down his spine. After that brief glance, he would never have guessed that what he had seen was a human eye.
When Wang Chong saw Zhu Hui suddenly run off, he was about to take his leave of the two officials when Liu Shouyou called him back.
Before she could finish speaking, there was a loud crash. The cloisonne enamel tea cup decorated with the Three Gentlemen, which Madam Grand had been holding, had been smashed to pieces.
Among wealthy families, betrothals taking a year or two were commonplace; four or five years was nothing unusual either. Having received such a promise from the Luo family, Madam Huang was already quite satisfied, and she hurriedly replied with a smile.
“Big Radish, what’s wrong?” Ridovia asked over the video call, somewhat baffled.
After saying goodbye to Liu Tianfu and the others, Xiao Qiang saw that it was getting late and, slightly drunk, began walking toward Penghu District. After crossing an intersection, he waited for the traffic light to change. His gaze fell upon the driver’s seat of a Mercedes-Benz GL450 stopped before the zebra crossing directly ahead, and he froze on the spot.
The Tuyuhun army led by Mu Zhengni gradually fell into defeat. Only then did Mu Zhengni receive a report from the rear and learn that his own backyard had caught fire—that his provisions and warhorses had all been burned. Seeing that the tide had turned and that he was powerless to withstand the two men, Mu Zhengni finally decided to withdraw his troops and leave.
The other party was unharmed. The people from the “Dark” organization must have abandoned their previous mission after confirming that he was not the target.
Besides them, there was also a very small number who were their own ancestors. Having cultivated themselves into immortals, they could not bear to abandon their descendants, and so they had returned to protect them silently from the shadows.
As a former powerful figure, Chu Tiannan had eaten more dumpling skins than he could count. But he had never seen any with such an extraordinary bearing.
Official personnel had actually been guarding Chen Xuenong’s experimental field all along. They knew how important the experiment was, yet someone had still managed to exploit a loophole without leaving behind even the slightest clue.
Even if he was willing to brave fire and water for the emperor, if he offended the Retired Emperor and the Imperial Consort Dowager and consequently lost his office and his life, he had no confidence that His Majesty would rescue him from such a predicament.
Fortunately, her assistant Du Wei called her. She had even prepared the clothes and speech for her, and the car was waiting downstairs at the apartment building.
The middle-aged man wore a long robe and had his hair tied in the style of a Confucian scholar. He had a square face, a kindly expression, and a tuft of beard beneath his chin. Xu Qi’an recognized him at once: he was Ning Shoudao, the Governor of Jinling, the same man who had been speaking with his master.
“Not daring is not daring. What’s so embarrassing about admitting it?” Xu Qi’an was not intimidated by Auntie Xie’s imposing manner.
If the knowledge had not been directly implanted in his mind, he could never have imagined the terrifying technology contained within this vehicle.
Once Jiang Meini saw Ruan Mian interacting so intimately with him, her vindictive nature would certainly drive her to use her influence to make Ruan Mian pay the price.
“What I think is none of your business. What rotten luck!” Seeing Xiahou Yu approach, Fang Ruoxi stopped arguing and brushed past him sideways. Smiling, she handed the packed lunch she had prepared to Xiahou Yu.
Because Snow Lotus Palace was some distance from the meditation room, moving around after dark was actually somewhat safer. The imperial guards on patrol generally did not inspect the area around Snow Lotus Palace too carefully, making it less likely that they would discover anyone sneaking in.
She looked at the handsome, fair-haired, blue-eyed man before her with some confusion. Was this fellow actually an expert on China? She immediately relaxed. It was perfectly normal for a senior executive of a major conglomerate or multinational corporation to speak several languages. After all, she herself spoke English and Japanese exceptionally well.