Chapter 38: So, I Ruined Their Plans-A rainha acomodada só queria criar os filhos, e o imperador cafajeste chorou até os olhos ficarem vermelhos(Olhando para o oeste, há arroz.)

Beichen was once again blanketed in heavy, goose-feather snow. Inside the woodshed of the prefect's manor, Wang Defa lay sprawled on the ground like a heap of mud.

"You’ve truly ruined me this time!"

"Why was I so spineless to believe your one-sided story?"

"Regret... I regret it all!"

Governor Lu paced back and forth until his voice grew raspy and dry. Suddenly, he froze and looked up toward the window.

"Did you hear something?"

He kicked—

"So, it ends like this." I felt a sense of unease. No one knew where Edward was now.

Qingqiudie also said she would follow Brother Duan to rest. After some fragmented chatter, they saw the maidservants approaching. Hehua then directed Brother Duan and Qingqiudie to follow the maids to their quarters.

Qin Xiao did not know that Yang Sinuo had already arrived at his door. As she knocked, Qin Xiao saw her face, illuminated by a sweet smile.

"Brother Min, why did you choose this godforsaken place?" Sitting on the bed in the standard room, Yang Fan frowned and asked.

This time, Xiao Jingyi had spoken out in front of everyone, rather than trying to persuade Yang Fan when they were alone.

Gu Lida directed all her fury toward Chen Jiaquan. As she recounted the events, Guo Hongchang and the others grasped the full truth of the matter; Chen Jiaquan was left with no defense.

The clamorous space suddenly fell into a deathly silence, sealed away as if exiled into an endless darkness, with no way of knowing when a glimmer of light might appear.

I suddenly felt a sense of dread, realizing the monsters were gradually encircling all of us players—not to slaughter us, but to trap us in a defensive perimeter.

Since ancient times, it has been said that there are three great misfortunes in officialdom: a tall tree attracts the wind, a great name attracts jealousy, and achievements too great threaten the sovereign.

Yuehun remained silent, but his brow furrowed deeper, and a look of confusion appeared on his face.

Yin Si met Qing'er's gaze, which held a trace of sympathy and pity. He was slightly taken aback, then lowered his head and said nothing more.

"I just want you to believe me. Also... I have decided to go to the United States with Gong Shengkai in a few days. It's very late. You should go back first..." Tong Jing's voice was soft, her heart exhausted. She did not want to continue this conversation, fearing that if it dragged on, they might truly drift apart. She didn't want that—not at all.

Yuan Feng looked at Zhou Zean, whose eyes were also brimming with tears. "Commander!" Zhou whispered, choked with emotion. Yuan Feng gripped Zhou Zean's hand and shook it firmly; everything was understood without words.

Qian Buduo’s dismissive attitude toward cultivators left Gongsun Fan between laughter and tears. Cultivators were far more than just martial artists with higher skills! But he could not very well point that out, so he had to nod repeatedly, pretending to be humbled.

Yang Pu was quite happy; his grandfather’s home was in the vicinity of the Second Foreign Language Institute, so perhaps he would be able to see Tong Jing.

"It is like this: I heard you are under imperial order to draft a plan for military recruitment. Have you considered giving Li Jinglong a chance to redeem himself through merit?" Xu Zengshou got straight to the point.

Indeed, those with money contribute money, and those without contribute labor. Only in this way can the poor and the rich coexist for long.

After flying out of the Flowing Clouds and Water Realm, Yuehun stopped and looked back, reluctant to leave. He remembered that when he originally left the Song family, he had felt no such reluctance for anyone, save for Song Ran and Aunt Lan—not even for his biological mother, Song Ruyan.

Han Shihe dispatched his trusted aides to gather scattered troops, once again promising heavy rewards: five hundred taels of silver for the head of any of the Thirteen Taibao. Under such heavy incentives, brave men emerged, and the swordsmen gathered noisily once more. But by then, the Thirteen Taibao had already hacked a bloody path and vanished, leaving no trace for anyone to pursue.

At this moment, Li Yu was standing so close to Yan Shanxue that he could feel her breath.