Chapter 59: Do As You Are Told

“Then what if she comes looking for me?” Prince Hao countered Huang Yiyi, though after much thought, he felt it better to take the initiative to reconcile, since he had been the one to tear up Tao Hua’s application form first.

Feng Jie listened quietly nearby, and just as the three were about to set off for Ghost Shade Mountain, he stepped forward to block their path.

“Darling, tonight I’m sleeping with you,” Luo Yiyi pouted playfully as she climbed into Ning Baobei’s carriage.

What had initially been a mission to help the three brothers successfully overcome their tribulations had now evolved into her own dream, her own calling.

It was precisely because of this confidence that Jin Xiaoxiao chose to confront Xiang Zixi head-on, venting the anger and grievances she had bottled up for days.

Old Li sighed regretfully as he watched Han Tiancheng leave, clearly coveting the jade-carved snuff bottle.

Feng Lin heard the muffled sounds but caught enough to ease his tense nerves just a bit.

Jian Wei knelt on the floor, meticulously arranging Consort De’s robes and pearls with care. The bronze mirror gleamed clearly; Consort De wore a satisfied expression, though she feigned calm.

“What? What did you say?” Huahua’s hand froze mid-motion, utterly baffled.

Some people are just like that—fear and reason cannot truly govern them. When conscience calls, innate kindness inevitably takes the lead without hesitation.

Luo Qingkui lowered her eyes, her pupils shifting. When she looked up again, a genuine smile graced her face; she understood that her powerful ally was stepping in to back her up.

“As expected of my son, he looks handsome in his uniform.” Zhang Ya beamed at Duan Ke, enthusiastically giving him a thumbs up and waving cheerfully.

The hall was filled with wailing; many of the gathered young women wept uncontrollably. Even the men beside Luo Shuiyi were visibly moved.

This was an order from Luo Zhenyuan—should Luo Qingkui display any strange behavior, he was to be informed immediately.

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“Where?” Upon hearing news of someone named Meng, Qian Tui’s voice trembled with excitement, his eyes burning with a fierce determination.

“Though he’s a bit slow on the uptake…” he muttered, but before he could finish, Apolin stuffed a piece of steak into his mouth and kindly looked at Ricardo.

This matter was undoubtedly the greatest regret and heartbreak of Mu Changqing’s life. His subsequent disappearance was a penitence for this very event.

At that moment, Susan finished her bath and came over, drawing the mother and son’s attention.

“A passerby looking for some food,” the gorilla replied, and the cabin door opened.

He Dongzhi caught a glimpse of Tian Fugui still dazed, staring blankly upward. With a swift motion, he grabbed one of Tian’s arms, pulled him up, and dashed backward using agile footwork.

Because of this, for centuries, wise men have told the world that for the elderly, it is enough not to live with regrets.

“Young master.” Xiang Liang and Fan Zeng looked at Xiang Yu in confusion. This was a matter for the Xiang clan—why bring along someone unrelated?

Of course, no one feels truly secure when entering a new environment; it is a natural phenomenon. He Qingfan was merely somewhat neurotic. He seemed to have many enemies, and his parents were people of immense honor and distinction—the rarest among men.

At this moment, she turned around to find her steed—it was the very horse she had led out from Wang Hong’s estate. Her weapon of choice for battle was not her usual one, but a simple horsewhip.

In the main courtyard, the sound of flutes mingled with the beauty’s singing, drifting through the air. Even from afar, she could catch the scent of delicate powder carried on the breeze.

Moreover, from the moment she got out of the carriage to walking into the hotel venue, no one had reached out to link arms with her. Instead, someone had left her behind, walking ahead on their own.

Zhu Yijun had long known that most of his officials were far from innocent. But because he needed them to manage affairs, the emperor would turn a blind eye to all but the most egregious conduct.

“Your Majesty, the people of Wa are a nation that only learns pain through force. Though they have agreed to peace talks this time, I believe it is merely a delaying tactic; they may strike again at any moment!” Zhong Nan harbored little goodwill toward the Wa.

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Lun Jie had originally intended to bring Gu Chen back himself. Now, seeing his juniors return him safely, he breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at Gu Chen.

I glanced at my phone and confirmed it was Xia Haoyu on the line. Immediately, a headache struck me! Had isolation scrambled his mind? Why did he sound so erratic?

Its body was slender and strong, with a triangular massive head, bulging eyes turned outward, three sharp angles protruding from its crown like a helmet, and a huge tail shaped like scissors trailing behind. Its entire form bore scorch marks, some blackened as coal.

For a typically brazen fat man to speak so solemnly now, Li Zhishi realized he must be truly terrified. A sense of revenge welled up inside him, and he resolved not to frighten the man further—such matters were spine-chilling even to contemplate.

Moreover, this black fox was a rare prodigy among the nine-tailed demon fox clan in a century, bearing the future hopes of the tribe—far beyond the status of any outsider.

Normally, a seasoned necromancer like him would rarely lose his temper. Being incorporeal, he was usually indifferent.

Now, turning back, his true destination was the Spirit Beast Mountains—the safest region, according to Xiao.

However, when Bo Cai and the Yellow Turban commander saw him draw his dagger, their expressions shifted, exchanging a glance that confirmed something.

For the first time, the wealthy and beautiful woman felt truly stunning. Just after changing clothes, she was captivated by her reflection.

“Lin Duoduo, is this why you’ve been avoiding me these past two days? Tell me!” Xia Haoyu’s voice suddenly rose. I watched his chin lift swiftly and his cold face, not knowing how to respond.

Life is what one makes of it. If you don’t want to live well, what can outsiders do?

Suddenly, a child’s cry pierced the sky so sharply that the Fire God in midair frowned involuntarily.