Chapter 29: Offending the Prime Minister and Still Wanting to Leave

Because Xue Houfeng had frequented the Prime Minister's residence since childhood, he called Su Li "Father," which made him closer than most people.

The man named Hang Yuan smiled at Xue Houfeng and said, "Young Master Xue, when I arrived, your esteemed father was already at our Prime Minister's residence. He is aware of this matter. If you try to stop us now, you won't be able to explain yourself, not only to the Prime Minister but even to Lord Xue."

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Wei Xiao apparently hadn't heard Chi Zao's well-intentioned warning. He strode over to her, grabbed her hand, and pulled her away.

Just as Wei Xiao said, he simply wanted to collaborate on a play with you, merely wanted to create some beautiful memories together.

When Lin Jie returned, Ye Qianchong had already taken a nap and happened to wake up, holding a cup in her hand.

Qin Mo Shang rose from his office chair, walked over to Lin Cha in just a few steps, and pulled her into his arms.

In the hospital room, Chen Lulan had been silent ever since the door was knocked, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Although the people from Yue Tian Sect hadn't immediately announced yesterday that Wei Qingwan was chosen, Wei Qingmei remained anxious.

Jin Shangxiang leapt to her feet and hurried to the entrance of the seventh floor.

Xize never imagined that the one to help him would be Lucinde—just as a week ago, he never imagined Harold would be the one to expose him to Arthur.

Luo Lan knew she had been recognized. Though her attire was vastly different from those outside, Ye Qianchong's expression made it clear she had recognized her.

"Don't worry, it's just a migraine—an old problem. I'll be fine after taking my medicine. What did you come to see me about?" Xiao Yin smiled weakly as she spoke.

Yi Jun nodded. In truth, there was nothing he could do at this moment. With nothing else to occupy him, he stayed in the school café, hoping a cup of coffee would help him calmly contemplate how to handle these matters.

The Dragon Lord was her pillar; whenever she had a problem, she thought of him. Like today—even though she had just been intimate with him and still had a boyfriend in name, she sought out the Dragon Lord.

In fact, his intention was simply that his neck hurt and he disliked talking to her while craning upward—yet our Yingxuan misunderstood.

He had known her for so long, yet had only slept with her a handful of times—so few he could count them on his fingers. Even he found it unbelievable.

Shen Mingxue waited in Murong Feng's hospital room for them. When he saw Murong Xi, he immediately stepped forward, only to notice a tall, handsome man beside her.

"Where am I?" Just awakened from a hangover, her head felt as if it would split open. The unfamiliar surroundings made her momentarily forget whom she'd gone with.

Utopia, the Divine Kingdom of Heaven, the Great Harmonious World, Paradise, and the Ideal Homeland—all fell short of describing it.

He turned his head dejectedly and saw her staring absentmindedly out the window at the scenery.

Ye Wucheng's brow furrowed immediately. She feigned composure and said, "Is someone trying to frame me?" A cold smile played at the corner of her lips.

A breeze drifted by, making her shiver slightly. Turning back, she saw Mo Youting standing before her, hugging a pillow.

A Cun gazed at me in confusion. I thought he didn't know what a phone was and wanted to explain again, but he turned and ran off. I wanted to call out, but dared not, and could only fret helplessly.

Watching the affectionate smile her beloved father bestowed upon Lan Lianxue on the screen, Dugu Lingxi smiled.

Su He was even more astonished. She knew their princess was never one for taboos, but entering someone else's courtyard uninvited was still improper—especially since the princess was under punishment. If anyone with a loose tongue spoke of it, who knew what trouble might arise.

"Of course—it was written by Su Nan, after all! You guys probably don't know... Su Nan once sang a song for me..." Xing Pingchuang stroked his chin, as if pondering something.