Chapter 132: The Frustrated Su Feibai

Su Li hurried forward to meet Su Feibai, speaking in a frantic whisper, "I warned you time and again that the two of us must not be seen together. Why have you come into the palace?"

He glanced nervously about before asking, "Where are your men stationed now?"

"Father, rest assured," Su Feibai replied. "I have arranged for them to wait outside..."

He suspected that Jia Ru had not been entirely truthful with him; in fact, she had withheld a significant amount of critical information, clearly with no intention of revealing the full story.

Qiao Yu had already realized that while the system could guide him through the door, the heights he would reach in his athletic career would depend entirely on his own efforts.

"In the men's singles in Asia, it is primarily Japan and China that dominate. The Korean athlete who just performed, he..." Chen Ying laughed at this point.

Suddenly, his body shot upward, and a long sword flew beneath his feet, instantly expanding to several times its original size.

Xu Yan had risen early and left the inn without a meal. Seeing a vendor selling steamed buns, he dismounted and ordered a bowl of porridge and two buns. To accompany the porridge, he ate a salted duck egg, a secret recipe prepared for him by Hong Que.

The contracts for Jeff Withey, Dorian Finney-Smith, and Maxi Kleber of the Mavericks were all set to expire in 2019. If the three of them hoped to secure lucrative contracts next year, they would need to maintain a good relationship with the team's general manager.

Moreover, given the Princess's disposition, even the greatest debt of gratitude was merely a debt. At most, it would warrant a generous reward and perhaps a personal audience to offer a few words of thanks—that would be the extent of it.

The ground was slick with blood. The boy had landed head-first, his skull crushed in half; there was no possibility of him surviving.

The most critical clause in this armistice agreement was that the Kingdom of Liuhua would cede approximately 17.7 million square kilometers of its territory to the Kingdom of Dahan, leaving the Liuhua Kingdom with only about 500,000 square kilometers.

Well, when dealing with the elderly, maintaining a constant smile is always the best choice—at the very least, it is a mistake-proof strategy.

"He is my master. If he lives, I live; if he dies, I die. As long as I draw breath, I will do everything in my power to protect him, until the day he no longer needs me," Chu Qingci said, looking at her with earnest eyes.

With a flick of his wrist, he channeled the power of his accumulated merit into a long blade and unleashed thirteen consecutive strikes against the fleshy, centipede-like monster.

Inside the shuttered Chunmanting Pavilion, the head courtesan Gantang was completely lost in the melodious tune, her long hair dancing in the warm summer breeze.

Although she was overjoyed, she still had to put on a facade; she could not simply abandon all pretense.

"Could it be that the iron cages that travel on the ground in later generations and the iron birds that soar in the sky are powered by this steam engine?" Pang Tong could not help but exclaim.

This was exactly what most amazed Yang Cheng and Elder Yang—those three piglets were simply raised to be robust, and even the offspring they produced were remarkably plump.

Although the capital remained Xuchang, Xun Yu, Xun You, and the others knew in their hearts that their lord had always intended for Ye City, in Jizhou, to be the true capital.

But as I scanned the pages, reading ten lines at a glance with great interest, I thought to myself: my grandfather was so formidable, and the people of the Xuan Sect feared him so much—surely he couldn't have understood only a third of this?

Xu Xiaoyue looked toward her father, hoping to confirm her thoughts, but Xu Zheng did not answer her directly; instead, he looked out at the sky beyond the stone pavilion.

I know not how much time had passed when an eunuch outside the hall suddenly cried out in a high-pitched voice, "Her Majesty the Empress has arrived!"

At the time, I did not like Daoist Zhang and even thought he was putting on airs. It was he who sent me to the Yellow River, which caused me to lose a soul, yet he refused to explain anything. Only later did I realize how foolish my thoughts had been. Daoist Zhang possessed vast supernatural powers and had long foreseen all of this; it was merely my own shallow vision that prevented me from seeing it then.