Chapter 50: The Troublemaking Noble Consort

“So this is the diligent study you claim to be doing every day?” Lady Yang’s face darkened with fury, her delicate brows arched sharply in anger.

With the Lady’s wrath upon him, the Eighth Prince, Zhao Cheng, trembled in fear. The guards and craftsmen present were terrified; a few timid craftsmen even fainted on the spot.

Zhao Cheng knew he was in the wrong and bowed his head in silence.

“From your childhood…”

Xu Zhi, Zhou Yuanzhi, and the others eagerly took out slips of paper from the iron box. Aside from the first one, which bore writing, the rest were all blank.

When the man stepped out of the car, Qingyue’s gaze swept inadvertently to the side, meeting the narrow, piercing eyes of another man six or seven meters away, visible through the half-open window of a similarly parked vehicle.

Meanwhile, in an unremarkable inn in Beijing, Yue Tuo sat in his room, listening to a report.

The best way, then, was to set these two organizations against each other, keeping them so embroiled in their own conflict that they would have neither the time nor energy to meddle in the affairs of the Global Summit.

Qiqi was startled by the fleeting terror that passed through his eyes and instinctively reached out to take his hand, but he shrank away from her touch.

It turned out that, when Lord Jiang was building this Nine Dragons Palace, he had installed many natural magnets in the walls near the Dragon Throne, to prevent assassins from approaching with concealed weapons. The magnets’ powerful force could pull any iron implements from an assassin’s grasp.

No sooner had the two reached the eastern ridge than footsteps sounded behind them, and a black panther emerged slowly from the shadows.

After several years of cultivating the wastelands, Yulin Fort’s grain stores were plentiful. Upon returning to Yulin Fort and making inquiries, they found that about a hundred and twenty or thirty thousand commoners chose to go to Yulin Bay; those unwilling to go were each given ten days’ worth of rations before being sent home.

After Zhou Yuanzhi finished speaking and saw Xu Zhi’s distress, she added, “All right! Uncle Huang, please remember everything Brother Xu said. When we see Father, report it all to him.” Huang He responded in agreement.

The astonishment was not limited to the guild master; not far off, He An, Liu Lingfeng, and the others were equally stunned. To their knowledge, Lu Fei had only recently reached the peak of the Golden Core stage, yet now he had suddenly become a mid-level Soul Refiner?

“You are the host here—it wouldn’t do to leave them behind, would it?” Ye Lainiang glanced hesitantly around the crowded room.

In truth, robots are already widely used in society today, though they differ from what most people imagine. Many believe that only machines with consciousness can be called robots.

So she ran with all her might, shouting desperately, but no matter how far she ran or how loudly she cried out, she could not escape the heart of the forest.

After fighting two matches with Song Tianmo, Ling Fei called Liu Shaoxuan to the field. Her period was not quite over; although her stomach no longer ached, she still had to avoid strenuous exercise. Of course, a bit of light activity would do no harm.

Upon hearing the name Usufiyat, Beidou Xing nearly jumped out of his seat. He had broken all four of Usufiyat’s limbs back then—who would have thought he had survived! And judging by his words, his martial skills had only grown stronger?

When Ouyang Che emerged from the dressing room, Mo Ning clenched her hands tightly before her chest—he was simply too handsome, too cool. She felt incredibly lucky to have married such a charming husband. She resolved that, even in death, she would die in Ouyang Che’s arms.

The reason she did not object to Park Su-su’s company was that she knew it was best to have Xiangshan drink as much milk as possible, to expel everything from his system.

“Your sewing room doesn’t even have any fabric?” Hua Yu had only ever been a third-class maid in a scholar’s household. Before she had gained any seniority, she’d been punished and sold for seducing her master and thus was unfamiliar with the rules of official households.

This pan flute had sixteen pipes, each engraved with a note. The wood was smooth and fine, exuding the natural fragrance of sandalwood. The more Ye Lainiang looked at it, the more she adored it. Her own pan flute in her previous life was never made of such fine material. “How much silver for this?” she asked. If it wasn’t too expensive, she hoped to ask her father to buy it for her.