Chapter 119: What Was Missing

"That is rather complicated to explain, but the primary reason is that the variety show 'Us' became a massive hit, which shifted the way netizens perceive you."

Su Chengzi’s eyes lit up at the mention of this, her excitement bubbling over uncontrollably. "I checked the fan group numbers two days ago and they’ve already hit the capacity limit! Now I have to prepare to open a second, third, fourth, and fifth group—I’ll open ten thousand groups in the future—but I digress! Before, your public image was mostly that of someone who loves to latch onto trends..."

Bai Ze slipped into a spice merchant's box to secretly observe the two. Fearing that Meicai might wander off, Li Qitang handed her the sash from his own robe to hold. Meicai beamed at him and said something, causing Li Qitang’s fair face to flush instantly. He quickly turned his head away, pretending to look at something else, though he could not hide the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

It was reasonable for Old Man Luo to be skeptical; after all, who could believe that there are people in this world who are immortal?

Upon hearing this, Old Man Liu’s face turned bright red. He had not expected the youth of today to be so bold, showing no regard for the feelings of their elders.

"Hmph, even if you were polite to me, I wouldn't let him off if he bullied the Princess!" Bai Wutong had always cherished Gu Wanwan as a treasure; how could she bear to see her suffer even the slightest grievance?

Black Tiger looked triumphantly at the terrified Fang Mian, then at Bian, who was clenching her fists tightly, and let out another sneer of contempt.

As Xin Qing spoke, she started to head outside, but after only a few steps, she felt a wave of dizziness. Before she could even reach up to touch her forehead, everything went black, and she swayed and collapsed backward. Fortunately, Wen Jinchen, who was on the bed, noticed something was wrong and jumped down just in time to catch her safely.

The boots the beggar wore were tattered, but they were vastly different from those of the Yan Kingdom. Beyond being high and deep, the most striking feature was a curved, crescent-shaped protrusion at the back, which looked quite aesthetic.

Not knowing why the Emperor had suddenly issued an imperial decree for the family of Duan Chunyu, Gu Heng frowned as he walked downstairs and ordered his men to bring the Duan family out.

Although it was just a simple eight-character phrase, it warmed her heart. She stared at the computer screen for a long time, as if those eight characters were all she could see. Clearly, there were many things she wanted to type, but her fingers hovered over the keyboard, hesitant and unsure of how to respond.

"Wait until I put down the Book of Eternal Words, then go back and get scolded! You’re in for it when we get back! Mianmian hasn't scolded anyone for days, you’ve really walked right into the line of fire..." Bian said, pulling him toward the Judge’s palace.

She took the lead, walking at the very front of the formation. Beside her were her four personal bodyguards: Yang Siniang, the Eighth Sister, the Ninth Sister, and Lady Yang.

"Don't worry about it; it's not convenient for you to get involved. Let's just wait and see what Zhang Jianguo's attitude is. Since it's already happened and I know about it, if he doesn't give me a satisfactory answer, I will take matters into my own hands and take back what is mine, with interest!" Zhan Tian stared coldly outside and said.

Mo Yishen did not stop there; instead, he leaned in slightly, his proximity to Yan You filled with an oppressive weight.

Old Mother Zhang sat in our courtyard, wailing and hurling insults at me, insisting that I was the one who had cursed her son to death.

Yan You felt a sting in her nose, her heart aching deeply. "I don't think I have ever truly tried to understand you. Your sorrows, your helplessness, all your feelings—I have never genuinely tried to experience them." Her voice was soft, as if drifting from afar.

Yan You could not deny that her words had affected her to some extent. She hated the confrontational feeling of being forced by others. Though her patience was wearing thin and her heart felt unsettled, she maintained a calm, ripple-free expression on her face.

I lowered my eyes. My feet were hurting—hurting terribly. With Huang Lanxiang here, I couldn't even take off my shoes to tend to them. I made no sound; what was there to say?

"Mr. Zhan, how long will it take for you to help me get out of this completely?" Zhang Shu’er asked anxiously.

I had originally intended to examine the room carefully, but Han Zhenghuan forcefully pulled me out.