Chapter 130: Then You Are All Very Impressive

By the time Lin Mengqiu finally returned from the restroom, Chen Shi’an had already packed everything away.

The two rackets were back in their case, and the usable shuttlecocks, their feathers smoothed down, had been returned to the tube. He had also slung her backpack over one shoulder and was holding her insulated flask.

“I shouldn’t have left anything behind, right?” Chen Shi’an asked, handing her the flask.

“No. Thank you.”

The girl who had been flushed with embarrassment only moments ago ought to have smiled back, but no matter how hard she tried, the corners of her lips would not lift. She could only lower her eyes in a fluster and hurry a few steps to catch up with the person ahead.

Fine. Who could stop her mother once she had decided to do something? Especially her father—he only knew how to indulge her.

Uncle Chen naturally understood what Changsheng meant. Since there was no way to be reborn, it was better to enter the cycle of reincarnation early than to suffer inside the Soul-Absorbing Vessel.

When the police entered, Li An’an rose of her own accord. Guan Qi was still sprawled on the floor, utterly drained of strength.

Changsheng shot Xia Siyao a glare. Xia Siyao understood at once and playfully stuck out her tongue.

After three months of fierce battle, the Grand Emperor Taiwei had known from the very beginning that this remnant of his power could never defeat his opponent. There had been no chance of victory.

“Patriarch Qin, our patriarch specifically instructed us that the seating arrangements are correct!” the attendant beside him replied, a trace of disdain in his eyes.

As far as he knew, President Xue had supported several people while he was abroad, and they had all since completed their studies and made something of themselves.

If this man did not die, he would inevitably become one of the greatest powers in the world. In the future, even all the living beings under heaven would lack the right to look up to him.

The so-called immortal ancient clans, placed in that era when ten thousand races contended for supremacy, would have been no more than second-rate forces without the support of their ancestral treasures. Even with those treasures, they could not be called overlords. They still fell far short.

“Don’t worry. I have the Soft Hedgehog Armor bestowed by the Empress Dowager for protection. There shouldn’t be any serious problem.”

“Forget about why they sealed it off for now. We can’t call in reinforcements. What are we going to do?” Xia Ying frowned.

Watching them walk away, I unclenched my tightly balled hand. My palm was drenched in sweat. At last, I understood why Auntie Suzhen had told me not to open this shop. These people had all done business with Yang Tian in the past. I had encountered someone similar the last time as well. Most likely, all of Yang Tian’s income had come from such transactions.

Song Yi’s heart jolted, and he hurriedly thanked the emperor again and again. As he withdrew, he glanced at Chen Shanzhao, who stood at the emperor’s side with a pleased expression. He thought of how this Crown Prince had spent many years alone in the capital, concealing himself so deeply, and how he was now openly asking the emperor to add officials to the Eastern Palace on his behalf. He could not help drawing a light breath.

In most schools, freshmen had to endure until their senior year and become upperclassmen, gaining a certain degree of influence, before they could be elected student council president. Han Bing, however, chose to resign that year instead, which was entirely in keeping with her way of doing things.

Some people chose to give up on love at that point, placing their faith only in what they had once possessed rather than in an eternity together. Thank God you still chose to believe in love—only now you were more cautious and more sparing with your feelings, until you met me... Heh, does that sound a little narcissistic?

Madam Zhao said, “But you simply can’t let go of everything you have now. You don’t want to live through those hard days again. You went from being a servant of the Gu family to becoming the master of Yan Family Stronghold. You refuse to let us call you Master or Young Master, insisting that we call you our lord instead. You want to remain someone else’s master forever, rather than return to being a servant, don’t you?”

Hearing those firm, decisive words, Chen Shanzhao felt the last great stone lodged in his heart collapse with a thunderous roar into countless fragments. Almost instinctively, he reached out and gently rubbed the bruise on Zhang Han’s forehead, which had already faded somewhat.

“Kane, why are you calling me? Has something happened?” Xia Jianmin was extremely surprised. Information had always been exchanged through Xia Ying, and during this period he had already been exhausted from coordinating matters within the entire base as well as handling external affairs.