Chapter Eighty-Three: Affairs of Romance, Poetry, and the Moon (Second Update)

Yang Yuan’s face instantly lit up with excitement. “Miss Yun, are you planning to sell these two new snacks next? You have no idea—my mother absolutely loves the hawthorn rolls you sold before. When you didn’t set up your stall in the market for two days because you were helping us with the investigation, she nearly went mad with craving. Every day when she saw me, she would ask when you’d be back to sell again.”

“Haha, I know about that!” the chubby boy said with a grin. “Brother Yuan Yi’s mother even went to the county office to complain to Magistrate Ding because of it.”

The Maserati drove for a long time before finally coming to a stop on the street outside the Qi family’s grand residence. She turned off the gentle music, her beautiful eyes glimmering with a mysterious light as she looked at the man reclining in the passenger seat, as if she had made an important decision.

In that secret VIP room, unknown to all, the golden-haired man and the fat man both curled their lips into a cold smile.

The whole Zhang family was together, and inside the car, Zhang Cheng told Zhang Ziqi everything that had happened.

As for its own past, it still remembered nothing. But now, listening to General Niuxi speak, perhaps some inspiration would come.

Qi Zheng coaxed her for a long time. Even with protection, he couldn’t placate her. In the end, he had no choice but to go shower.

When Hernandez’s father received a mobile notification that his bank account had suddenly increased by twenty-five thousand dollars, one could only imagine the look of astonishment on his face.

After three years of growth, she had become a renowned ambassador, and the foundation she ran drew keen attention from both the media and the government.

Although Xiao Xiao didn’t understand everything, she possessed a quality that Xu Yifan greatly admired: if she didn’t know something, she wouldn’t ask, and she kept secrets well. If she couldn’t figure something out, she’d never talk about it.

Fu Shuo emerged from the bathroom, his tall frame wrapped in nothing but a white towel, his black hair still dripping, his eyes dark as night, fixed on her.

Chen Tian had already made one Zhan Tianlong disappear from the world; naturally, he wouldn’t mind making a Mu Qingyun vanish as well.

Wanru didn’t wish to get entangled any further. Qin Sang followed her, certain to report the matter to Lady Tongjia. No mother-in-law would want to see her son’s wife being stopped by another man, asking to play together.

The Fire Dragon’s brows furrowed deeply as it came up with an idea. It decided to flee back to its lair inside the volcano.

Huai You put away the Spirit Suppressing Order. The duel just now had nearly cost her all her dignity, but at this point, the outcome no longer seemed to matter. The appearance of the man in white had elevated the entire incident to a new level.

The carving knife was sharp; under its blade, the stone made a sound like tearing cloth. With one stroke, the old man cut open a seam in the stone skin. Tang Feng peered into the crack and saw a faint hint of yellow inside.

“Elder Ace, please speak freely. These are all our own people,” I said, glancing at those behind me.

Just as he was leaving the courtyard, Meng Guqing spotted Zhuo Lan and Ji Lan hurrying this way in the distance. Zhuo Lan kept her head down, lost in thought, while Ji Lan’s face was all excitement, unable to stay still.

“What is it? What precious thing could be inside?” Countless disciples wondered in excitement as they uncorked bottles. Since joining the Sword Origin Sect, this was their first time receiving such treasures.

“Teacher, do you mean to give these to them?” Wei Miao was shocked. Both the serpent-patterned steel core and the dragonbone grass were priceless treasures. Handing them over so easily seemed almost too generous.

Now, though she found herself in an awkward position, it was the best possible outcome. Huang Taiji chose to pardon them, largely for the sake of the court, not wishing for matters of the harem to be criticized.

In such circumstances, Dorgon had nothing to say. The feeling of being used clung to him like a cloud, tangled and unrelenting.

Amidst the endless sea of magma, a colossal force suddenly burst forth with a thunderous roar.

Song Jian analyzed the situation silently. Among Big Head, Zhi Zhi, and Cai Er, one of them must have been marked with a tracking seal by the Cloud Sky Sect. Yet the three remained oblivious, still waiting where they were for Song Jian to arrive.

Then, before Han Jingjing could react, I had already pulled her to my side, found two cups, and poured her a full glass of wine.

At that thought, a powerful golden light shone from the dragon and tiger pattern on my body, and the dragon and tiger totems appeared instantly.

More importantly, the instant I saw him, I was seized by an instinctive sense of dread.

All my fear and anxiety about Chen Tu’s uncertain illness seemed, at last, to have found support and reassurance.

The matter was so grave that no one dared to hide it. They immediately reported it to Ji Yunkai, who was shaken with fear. Despite her weakness, she clung tightly to her child, not daring to relax for a moment.

“Really?” Mu Jiao gripped the bedsheet tightly, her beautiful eyes filled with coldness as she stared at Wen Qianqian. Terror flooded Wen Qianqian’s eyes, but she still tried her best to explain, refusing to admit anything.

Mu Chen was only slightly reassured. After all, Mu Jiao was pregnant, and He Yankai couldn’t do anything to her.

The water was kept in a sealed bag. If someone beside you wanted a drink, they would suck directly from the mouth of the bag.

“Young Master Wei, shall we first go see the craftsmen at work in the workshop, or would you prefer to visit my office?” After updating him on the progress, Master Ma asked Ximeng.

By now, Huang He realized that his delaying tactic had been a terrible move, but there was nothing he could do. Though he wasn’t part of the eunuch faction, nearly everyone believed he was, but in fact, he’d never even had contact with their officials.