48 Sweet Nothings

No wonder, no wonder. Even though a rift had formed between her and Jiang Nian, despite all her boundless kindness and affection toward her, she still turned her back and went resolutely to Jiang Nian without a single trace of hesitation or longing for her past warmth.

Seeing that retreating figure fade into the distance, his expression instantly reverted to frost. Without haste, he broke Gu Jianping's deep contemplation.

Madam Xu dismissed the maids and matrons in the room and personally poured a cup of hot water for Xu Su, startling him so much that he hurriedly stood up to take it himself.

The human resources department approved Hu Jingkun's resignation application almost in a second, waiving even the standard thirty-day handover period.

Holding only a needle and thread, she taught the Snow Jade embroidery technique stitch by stitch, completely unmindful of the sky gradually growing dark outside.

On the way back, Ye Zhiyong remained somewhat distracted, pondering whether Li Hong's fate had already been rewritten.

Prefect Yang narrated warmly, "If you ask about his peculiarities, there are plenty. In short, he is quite unlike ordinary people. He always wears a black robe and goes completely bald, perpetually keeping his head covered by the hood of his robe. He can go ten whole minutes without blinking, and he has never been seen to smile. He speaks only when necessary and never utters an unnecessary word."

Believing she could finally start anew, she had never imagined that Pei Yanzhou would ever reappear, nor did she keep him in her thoughts any longer.

He curiously poked his head forward to take a look inside, only to spot two furtive figures deep within the alley, unsure whether they were streetwalkers or clients.

Or perhaps, it was merely to scrape together some money to subsidize their household expenses and better support their academic careers—nothing more. After all, the wealth of alchemy masters was not so easily earned; although wealthy tycoons and nobles invested in them, those magnates and patrons would hardly allow them to burn through money recklessly.

The young ruler, determined to become a sovereign akin to Yao and Shun, having already disbanded the Eastern Depot, inquired of his ministers how they should continue to cooperate to fulfill his grand ambition of revitalizing the Ming Dynasty. The Donglin scholars argued that the Emperor should also abolish other surveillance agencies deployed across various regions, such as the river waterway inspectors in the provinces.

Joined by Old Nine, who had been scouting the surrounding area, Liu Shiyi's party numbered nine in total. Among these nine men, at least a majority found such a scene unbearable.

Finally, the celebration banquet concluded perfectly, leaving the entire crew stuffed to the brim and thoroughly intoxicated.

A crimson vine carrying monstrous killing intent plunged directly into the root system, piercing fiercely toward Zhang Bin's forehead.

Looking at this account, Young Master Peng could not help but recall in his mind the first time he had fought alongside Storm Cloud Fan.

Seeing the spiritual wine he produced, Ling Hongyu and Ouyang Yue immediately set aside the jade bottles in their hands, scrambling to seize the jade bottle held by Haotian. Even Han Junfeng, Zixue, and Sikong Yan stared with fixed intensity.

As soon as his voice fell, the entire chorus cooperatively let out an exaggerated "Ooh!!!" and looked at that young woman with an expression that plainly said, *You actually want to hook up with him*, while the young woman assumed a shy posture right on cue.

This training hall was none other than Daddy Zheng's boxing gym. As a former professional boxer, Daddy Zheng was extremely confident in his physical prowess—how could Li Mingqiu, a spoiled young master from a wealthy family, possibly defeat him?

An explosion of energy sufficient to obliterate a tower-realm tier erupted; the self-detonation of a Supreme Being, even in the form of a lingering soul, was utterly terrifying.

While it might be possible to deceive Yang Xuantong, it would not necessarily fool Ye Xin, and it was even harder to conceal it from the inherently suspicious Ghost Thirteen. Of this, Ye Xin was well aware, and Fisher Dao should understand it just as clearly.

Moving along and stopping periodically, the group finally arrived before the Peony Garden. They discovered that no less than a hundred people were crowded around the entrance, engaged in a heated argument over something.

If you perform brilliantly, you naturally carve out extra resources for your own faction. Of course, this surplus threshold is not made public; even the guideline Huangquan clarified to Feng Xiaoxiao was merely a general standard, as certain research projects were handled as exceptions.

"If we genuinely wanted to flee, we would have long since escaped the Starlight World; it is simply that we are unwilling to leave our homeland," the elder figures nearby added angrily.

His conjecture had been correct indeed—these were cultivators of the Demonic race! Although their features, limbs, and physiques resembled those of humans, upon closer inspection, numerous subtle differences remained apparent.

Should she turn a blind eye, or should she make a complete break with the Feather God Sect? How was Nangong Xianyin to choose?

Zhang Le, Yang Xing'er, and the third person watched the two of them chatter endlessly without finding a single opening to chime in. They could not help but marvel that the mouths on professional hosts were truly formidable.

Compared to the first report, this one was far simpler and more straightforward, devoid of all those so-called evaluation criteria, principles, methodologies, and other empty jargon, presenting the conclusions directly.

The specialized vehicle charging forward at high speed slammed into the sturdy wall woven from tenacious vines. Its tires ground violently against the ground, yet it utterly failed to break through.

Vast though the universe may be, it can ultimately be destroyed. For instance, Chaos-realm giants, provided they are slightly powerful enough, are fully capable of destroying an entire universe.

Snow White looked back at her royal father's palace, recalling the words her father had whispered to her in her dream. In the end, he had also told her that if she could not stop it, she must flee quickly—such were his instructions.

Compared to previous dungeons, this one could be described as utterly bleak. Lin Yuan and his companions did not explore it extensively either, nor did they bother to develop the side quests; they headed straight for the primary objective: searching for and retrieving the Holy Grail.

During the turmoil of that day, she had already been frightened pale, yet the appearance of Mu Sheng seemed to make her see something even more terrifying beneath her astonishment.

Ling Gu naturally knew that this "future" was indefinitely far away, but he dared not talk back and could only lower his head in compliance.

Opening the paper packet, she pinched off a piece and lit it in the incense burner. A faint, lingering fragrance drifted through the air. "Does Her Imperial Highness find this calming incense to my liking?"