Chapter 162: What a Waste of Such a Fine Wife (Second Update)

Although Chi Yuanshang did not understand why Yun Shuang was asking this, he still obediently answered, "My father left in our family's mule cart. He sent me back to my room to study at the time. I... I didn't see my father leave with my own eyes, but later, I went and asked Uncle Rong, and he was the one who told me that my father had left in the mule cart."

Uncle Rong was the elderly servant who had been tending the shop in the front just moments ago.

Yun Shuang remained silent for quite a while.

The expressions of those constables from the county yamen were also somewhat difficult to read.

In that case, Miaofeng and Yanyu were bound to be in the very same place as the forces led by Long Yi. With their level of cultivation, they were simply no match for them, and what would the outcome be?

He hadn't even figured out how to restore this Heaven and Earth Fusion Cauldron back into a Rubik's cube, so how could he even begin to explore its other transformations?

When they arrived at the Xiao Group, Xia Zhirou was already waiting for them in advance outside the president's office.

However, aside from surprise, he felt not a shred of excitement; the breakthrough in his realm only made returning to the lower realm even more difficult.

Yang Ding governed more like a boss; once many matters were on track, he simply stopped worrying about them. As long as there were capable and trusted subordinates in charge of specific tasks, and as long as there were well-established systems, there was no need for Yang Ding to keep an eye on things all day long.

Sun Hou nodded, for he could not ignore Yang Ding's words. He had never dared to strike against his own people before, but since Yang Ding had given the order, Sun Hou naturally had to comply.

The demands of superiors above knew no end. If Yang Ding brought back thirty million this time, they would certainly demand that you run errands for it again next year. If you could secure thirty million this year, what about the next? A leader's appetite was vast, and your target next year would likely be fifty or sixty million.

Upon hearing the company's name, Xiao Yang immediately chuckled. Without needing to guess, this company was undoubtedly the newly established entertainment firm belonging to Lin Meihan.

Yang Ding was no longer the shy student he once was. Having weathered a few storms and having seen the world, he walked the three-meter-long corridor with his head held high and chest puffed out, bringing a dozen familiar yet unfamiliar faces before him.

A cold sneer involuntarily rose in her heart as she recalled the words and methods mentioned by the consort. Having stirred up chaos in the Prince's Estate for three full days without the prince saying a word, could someone like her ever compare to a secondary consort?

Yin Ruojun used her hand to shape a sharp blade, made a castration gesture around her lower body, and then hurriedly clamped her thighs tightly together.

In terms of actual combat power, he ranked around the one hundred thousandth; relying on two top-tier Dao artifacts, he could barely manage to contend with ancient gods ranked around the thirty thousandth.

Inside was entirely ten-thousand-year-old spiritual milk, infused with the essences of seventy-two kinds of immortal herbs and plants, along with natural spiritual mist aged over thirty thousand years, which steamed and misted around the bathtub.

Especially with all eyes upon her and the magistrate presiding above in such a majestic environment, she simply did not have the courage.

Ling Yichen's body tensed, yet he remained greedy for this embrace, even though the brother he had now was no longer the brother of his memories.

Furthermore, blind forbearance would only make the Liao Kingdom increasingly powerful and rampant. Agreeing to cede territory and offer cities today might lead to an even greater appetite tomorrow, never to be satisfied.

Of course, the imperial concubine had not sent detailed instructions through her messengers, so Luo Lan assumed it was the concubine's own personal matter. Seeing that it seemed rather urgent, she bade farewell to her grandfather and immediately set off for Tokyo.

Lin Xuan, however, felt a sense of reassurance in his heart. At the very least, the strength of the Xiantian experts that Li Cheng could casually dispatch on his own was limited to this. Quantity did not matter, and his own side's power could be described as completely overwhelming.

"I probably won't go," Shao Yuwen, who was all by himself, preferred to avoid any script that screamed "curiosity killed the cat" whenever he could.

A creaking sound, resembling the low roar of a giant beast, echoed from deep within the city tower, and the archaic, weathered city gates slowly opened.

Further down, almost not a single word could be seen; it was startlingly full of rows upon rows of emojis, either showing anger, rolling eyes, or even bearing a few curses, leaving Chen Feng completely baffled.

Envoys from the capital had arrived, and the imperial carriage had already set off, expected to reach Shuntian Prefecture by the twelfth lunar month to reside within the Beijing Imperial City. Since the main hall was under repair, the imperial carriage could only temporarily stay in the Wanshou Palace of the former dynasty. That Wanshou Palace, however, happened to lie within the borders of Wanping.