Chapter 21: Sovereign and Subject

Lin Ze and the others hurriedly supported the fainted Censor Wang. Su Li, his face dark, barked, “Your Majesty, Censor Wang has served the country loyally for so many years. By humiliating such a devoted elder, are you not afraid of chilling the hearts of the people?”

Tang Yu replied with a smile, “It’s precisely because the court harbors those who seek fame at the expense of integrity, lack the dignity of age, and deceive the world, that the hearts of the people grow cold. Isn’t that so, Minister Lin?”

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By this time, Wu Jingbu had already led his people out of the passageway. Although the alarm was blaring behind them, the internal affairs of the Mutual Aid Society were in chaos due to the matter with Varona and Nightslayer, leaving no one with the capacity to handle anything else.

Yun Yue had no idea how long his research would take, but seeing him so engrossed, he really didn’t want to interrupt his train of thought.

“Huh? When did it get foggy?” Yang Zhi noticed that at some point, a thin veil of mist had crept over the outside, the air turning distinctly cooler.

He had just lifted his leg to kick when hesitation struck; his body suddenly lurched forward, doing a split, nearly kicking Wu Jingbu but missing by a hair. The momentum carried him all the way down, likely pulling an entire hamstring. The sharp pain made his body instinctively curl up.

Mie’s voice grew faint and weak, finally dissolving into a streak of red light that returned to Gu Yutang’s body.

However, when the water of resentment splashed onto his bronze-like skin, it failed to corrode him, merely producing a tingling numbness and leaving some red marks.

Her older sister, in the early stages of pregnancy, had been nauseous and miserable every day. Unwilling to take it out on her brother-in-law, she and their eldest brother had gotten through it by taking it out on themselves.

“This punching bag is useless. It’d be better to replace it with a block of iron,” Yang Zhi shook his head helplessly. With one punch, he destroyed it; there was no way to practice properly.

Those attuned to court affairs keenly sensed that Emperor Hongzheng had made it very clear: he intended to designate Yan Rongling as crown prince.

Everyone in the vehicle naturally knew what was happening in and outside the tent, but only Xie Guoping’s eyes seemed to burn with some hidden anger, his eyelids twitching.

“Elder Huang Tian, I have something to ask you,” Zhang Lebi said, approaching Huang Tian Danmo after he returned.

The man’s cold gaze was that of someone who had frequented the depths of hell, betraying not the slightest hesitation or guilt at the callous indifference in his words.

On the basketball court, everyone who understood the game knew the significance of a half-step. Seeing Yang Zining’s footwork, Tian Xu, standing on the sidelines, couldn’t help but furrow his brow.

A glint flashed in the eyes of the Wolf of the Wasteland. He instantly realized that these three Omega Rays were unstoppable by any living creature on Earth. Though not as versatile as true Omega Rays, which could change direction at will, these could only travel straight—but that was enough to obliterate any powerful terrestrial being.

Fortunately, Li Siming had prepared everything meticulously. Seeing his look of deep concern, Jun Xian couldn’t bring herself to say anything more.

The Queen Mother sat high in the seat of honor, with the other gods arrayed below her, each before a low table laden with celestial fruit and fine wine.

“His Majesty has neither favored Lady An nor Lady Xi, nor has he believed the evidence Lady Yu presented, accusing the Imperial Consort of rebellion!” In the palace, Jade Pearl knelt at the feet of the Imperial Consort Wei Xinyan, delivering her report.

She knew Zhang Le’s skill in alchemy was exceptional. No matter how difficult the task, he would always find a way to fuse multiple ingredients together.

Last week, GBP/USD surged for five consecutive days, but the rally finally ran out of steam at this week’s opening.

“This is insane! Has a whole month really gone by?” Chen Yun felt his heart bleed, his lips twitching uncontrollably. He had never anticipated anything like this—a sudden reversal where a tycoon became penniless overnight. The shock and pain of such a fall was almost too much to bear.

Zhang Bei rushed to the kitchen to help his mother ladle out the stewed pork ribs with green beans, carrying the dish to the table, then hurried off to serve the rice.