Chapter 44: Birthday Banquet 6

"I saw it too, it's so hilarious! And what about that Ning Chu? Didn't she divorce Tantai Chao? How can she still manage to cozy up to him? Could it be some kind of couple's play, using divorce as a game?"

"Who knows? Anyway, it's none of our business. Speaking of which, who knows who will end up sitting in the seat of Madame Tantai."

"As for that man of the Tantai family, I wonder who could ever be a match for him. People may not like Ning Chu, but her looks are truly unquestionable. Before, her etiquette..."

He spoke thoughtfully, failing to notice the anger appearing on the faces of the disciples nearby and those hurrying past.

Listening to the analysis by the master of the Earth-Character Hall of the West Wing, Di Yunlong held a teacup in one hand and the lid in the other, gently brushing the tea leaves floating on top back and forth. Keeping his head down as if drinking tea, he nodded slightly from time to time.

"Let an assistant run errands. I'll stay here and keep Sister Qiao Mu company." Han Yingzi didn't want to go, but Jiang Mann coaxed and pushed her, urging her down to buy some food.

When the eunuch released her hand, she smiled and watched him leave, then swept her gaze across the room, letting it linger on me for a moment.

Wei Jiuxiao grew even more irritated watching her dazed expression; she had even forgotten that she was still only wrapped in his cloak.

I wished I could rush into the painting before me and beat that man soundly. With my overflowing anger having nowhere to vent, I felt my body grow scorching hot, the fury nearly burning me alive.

Solvent-based acrylic conformal coating actually forms a rather brittle entire layer that cannot withstand excessive impacts, so sometimes a sharp object can easily scrape the coating off.

In such a prosperous city, there wasn't a single place where she could put down roots. Her life was truly a failure.

Suddenly, a change occurred within the magic array; black fire rose from the ground and instantly entangled the man's legs.

Wan Wuyou sat in the room for a moment, feeling a bit bored, and simply took out his handheld console to play games.

It displayed the 2D planar data of Qinglan Lake, with intersecting straight lines dividing the irregular lake surface into thousands of grids.

Yet, when discussed behind closed doors, eight or nine out of ten people harbored secret dread, claiming that Zhang Bailing of the Zhang family was plotting a rebellion in secret, perhaps intending to doom everyone and drag them into rising against the imperial court.

Moreover, Su Lan possessed mutated spiritual roots and had a younger brother proficient in the Dao of alchemy. I'm afraid it wouldn't be long before the two brothers rose to prominence in the Yellow Maple Valley.

Hanlin Liu's expression was extremely solemn; he could sense that the craftsmanship of this porcelain was of an exceptionally high standard. But after all, it was just a livestream, and he couldn't examine the details of the porcelain any more clearly.

The Southern Song official kiln porcelain pieces before his eyes were each priceless treasures, worth hundreds of millions or even more.

If there was one word to describe Lin Miaomiao right now, it would be "adorkable"—utterly adorkable Lin Miaomiao.

He had even been provoked to anger by the young man before him with just a few words. While self-critical, Philip silently shook his head, recalling how he had done all this to Duchamp in the banquet hall earlier. Although he had still been consumed by emotion at the time, and although he was aware of it all, he couldn't help but feel a sense of disgust toward himself.

The Emperor of Xianle rubbed the space between his eyebrows, unsure whether having such an upright son—and the crown prince at that—was a blessing or a curse. He only feared that his foolish son would be sold and still help count the money for the buyer.

Accompanied by a hissing, excited screech, the giant serpent abruptly opened its wide jaws, baring its fangs as it inhaled inward.

Yesterday afternoon, someone approached Kong Jisheng alone, proposing an identity exchange in exchange for 100 gold coins as ransom for his life.

There was no grand spectacle, no tears, and no loud cheers. It was neither in a dream nor on a dangerous battlefield; they simply reunited just like old friends who hadn't seen each other in a long time... though they originally were.