Chapter 38: Not Asking for Your Consent

Song Yin called Song Yulian to discuss the hospital visit. At first, Song Yulian was quite resistant, dismissing it as a hospital scam; she insisted she was perfectly healthy, eating, sleeping, and enjoying life just fine.

Song Yin casually sent her a message online that evening. She wrote about a patient who, like her, had been overly optimistic and stingy about money, refusing to cooperate with the doctors after surgery; six months later, the person was gone. Once the message was sent, Song Yulian was predictably…

Black internal energy mist swirled around the one-eyed warrior's leg, and with a single kick, he sent Yang Fan flying; a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of Yang Fan’s mouth.

Qing Yang watched all of this, unable to find a way to comfort her master. She brought the arrangements for the Mid-Autumn Banquet to Empress Yun, hoping that keeping the Empress busy would help take her mind off things.

In other words, no matter which province Mo Yichen went to now, as long as he did not leave the country, he would be unable to escape.

The group drew their lots one by one. Luo Fengqing drew number seven, while Yu Renyan drew number two; they were fortunate not to have been paired against each other, or it would have been troublesome.

One must realize that Li Zefeng was the future heir to the Li family, one of the Four Great Families! The influence possessed by the Li Consortium far exceeded what ordinary people could imagine; even the Zhang family dared not act arrogantly in front of Li Zefeng.

Basically, she could do whatever she pleased. She was well aware of these things, so even though her father knew exactly what she was thinking this time, he chose not to act on it. This proved that even the Emperor could not force these matters, right?

After Assistant Liu left, Gu Yan scanned the various rooms of the studio for a while, took a deep breath, and walked away without looking back.

Hearing Lin Yan’s words, Yang Sisi trembled and stumbled backward; had Lin Luoyun not caught her in time, she would have fallen to the ground.

A knock sounded at the door, and Jiang Yi urged them from outside. Only then did Xi Ruobai wake as if from a dream and begin to change his clothes.

Wang Minghui had not expected the Wang family to arrive in the capital today. To be precise, she had received the news too late and had rushed directly from her maternal grandfather’s home to the Princess Jinyang residence, fearing that Li Jingyi would have already left if she arrived late.

Huo Guanghai knew that Zhao Rulong possessed great strength, so he certainly did not let his guard down. Although he was on the offensive, he remained mindful of his defense. When Zhao Rulong’s elbow struck toward his chest, Huo Guanghai’s left hand was already held vertically in front of his chest; Zhao Rulong’s elbow landed right against his palm, the immense force driving him back two steps.

“Come, come, Emperor of Yunyao, I have something to ask you.” He gestured for him to come over, signaling for a talk.

In any case, she could not die in this place, although she had yet to detect any murderous intent from the young man who had kidnapped her.

She shed her coat naturally and slipped into his embrace. Tang Qu held her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder.

As she whispered into Murong Xuan’s ear, she slowly shed her clothes, her cheeks flushing slightly.

In China, the university is a place that stirs excitement, envy, resentment, and sorrow all at once; it is also a vast chasm that many find impossible to cross.

Su Yaoming looked at Ye Lingjun with a charming smirk, and while she wasn't paying attention, he lowered his head and left a kiss on her cheek.

This young official appeared to be no more than twenty-five, yet he already held the rank of Senior Minister and was himself a disciple of the Supreme Sect.

Ning Xiangdong was also greatly astonished. He had traveled the road to Eguan several times, though he had always taken the route via Lishuping, which was much longer. He never imagined that cutting through the town of Chencun and passing through Huangchao Valley could save so much time.

In truth, Ye Lingjun had already known everything he was saying; there had been no need to verify it again.

In the past, everything had been mechanical—everything required his command or permission. But now, it was actually acting against him?

Tufa Wugu’s expression shifted as well. The Donghu people had intricate ties with the Xianbei, and the Xiao tribe was considered a branch of the Xianbei. Bachi’s behavior was simply too excessive.