Chapter 119: I Have a Dream

The civil and military officials were all stunned, as if struck by a thunderbolt; it was the first time they had ever heard of someone refusing to become emperor.

"Your Highness, is this truly what you mean?" Li Chengyun asked, trembling and unable to hide his shock.

Zhao Su scanned the crowd, his voice resonating with conviction: "Compared to the health of my Imperial Father, I truly do not covet the throne. If Heaven..."

Confucian scholars are often strong-willed, though rarely so under the age of twenty; those between twenty-five and thirty are usually more conventional. At that age, they are focused on achieving success and fame, enjoying their prime, brawling, and frequenting the pleasure districts of Pingkang.

Although a stroke of incredible luck is worth celebrating, his smug expression was so infuriating that one couldn't help but want to punch him.

Liu Nan did not try to dissuade her. After tidying up inside and out and giving instructions to Liu Yanan, he set off alone toward the Yi residence.

That night, the forum moderator quickly rallied several top contributors to "rescue" the board, arriving to brainwash Ming Yao. They rattled on incessantly about soulmates and childhood sweethearts.

Xiao Yichen counted the money he had earned from selling fish. He hadn't realized it until he counted—to his shock, it was nearly a thousand yuan.

Now that a scandal had broken, he naturally had to clear it up before attempting to get into a fashion magazine like that.

***

There was a chorus of agreement. The Yang family was imposing; they had bought the entire street, so from now on, the Yang family could sell whatever they wanted, however they wanted.

"What method?" Qin Feng asked, his voice urgent. With his return home at stake, he could not help but be anxious, especially after confirming his feelings for Yuan Han in his heart.

Lightning danced across the sky. Originally, this was the heavenly tribulation for cultivators ascending to the immortal realm, but now, it had become a weapon used by the immortal realm to block and annihilate them.

Zoe, who was being worried about by Wu Jin, sneezed. His eyes were gloomy as he clutched the green card he had just received—it identified him as a baron of low standing.

He feared his master was no less capable than himself. This trip to Ning Fuchen was to demand an explanation for He Wanyun; if negotiations failed, violence would be inevitable.

Qiao Anming looked at Du Ruo’s inscrutable face and suddenly felt a headache coming on. Too lazy to ask further, he pushed the door open and left.

Seeing An Ruoran’s smile, Wang Siyu felt an impulse to destroy it; that was precisely why she detested An Ruoran so much.

Three days later, Lu Shuangfeng was discharged from the hospital. No matter how hard Du Ruo tried to keep her, she insisted on leaving. In the end, Du Ruo could only buy her a ticket and take her to the station.

On the mecha’s screen, detailed damage statistics for both sides were displayed. Li Wei looked over and saw that the enemy had 13,224 landing mechas, with a destruction rate of 44 per second.

She sneered, then violently flung off Jin Xizhao’s hand. The bright smile on her face vanished completely, leaving only a hint of sarcasm.

***

Seeing her in the nightclub a few days ago, she had been perfectly fine. How could she have become like this in such a short time? Truly, anyone would find it hard to accept.

He shouldn't have spoken out of turn. This matter wasn't his doing; he could have just stood by, watched them tear each other apart, and then reaped the benefits himself.

Just then, messy footsteps echoed from the stairwell. "Master Qin has returned," Mother Cao said, walking in with a joyful expression to report the news.

She was laughing at herself. She had bared her heart for him, acting with reckless courage, only to realize in the end that he had been calculating against her all along.

Those were not human hands, but prosthetic ones forged of steel. The carriage driver fell into despair, watching helplessly as the iron claws rotated and snapped his neck.

Yi Xiu took the scale and asked casually. He already had several dragon scales on him; he felt as if every dragon he met wanted to gift him their reverse scales.

If Wang Anrong had no influence in the imperial court, then the stance of the Bai sisters appeared all the more ambiguous.

It was as if this was the first time Ye Ning, high above on her "throne," had ever heard praise from another. Her voice became agitated, as if she had finally met someone who could understand her great achievements.