Volume 1, Chapter 31: Li Xian’s Worries

Hearing Liu Qingxue’s words, Li Xian sighed.

If that was the case, Liu Xi was truly a devoted official who loved his people. Yet such a good official was pushed to the fringes of the Great Qian Dynasty, facing imprisonment for the crime of upholding the law impartially, and even awaiting execution in the imperial capital.

This... it was a cold-blooded determination to see Liu Xi dead.

Was it deep-seated hatred? Perhaps.

People’s perspectives on this world differ, and so do their standards for judging right and wrong; it often depends heavily on proximity and personal ties. However, Li Xian thought that if his own future son were to commit such a heinous crime—raping and murdering a common woman—he, too, would want his...

But Chang Zheng, beside him, was already flushed with excitement; one look at his exhilarated expression revealed how stirred he felt.

Yang Tian’s thoughts raced, sensing that a miserable life was about to begin; he knew his parents would be devastated once they found out.

The Azure Dragon raised a long sword to parry, but the blade shattered. The saber light did not dissipate; instead, it cut straight through him.

Fan Zhenzhen was the most concerned about Wushuang. Seeing her return to the classroom looking preoccupied and absent-minded, she felt a pang of pity.

Even the Bucks' teammates were confused. What was going on? Did Qin Yan and Pachulia have a grudge? Qin Yan kept pressing him, and time after time on defense, he abandoned his own assignment, Mayo, to dash into the paint and punish Pachulia.

With Parker returning to the starting lineup after recovering from his injury, the Spurs' starting five should be formidable.

After coming on, Matthews contributed a three-pointer and a long two-pointer for the Trail Blazers. His touch was excellent, and Belinelli was simply unable to defend him.

"The enemy demanded the Jinchuriki of the Sand Village the moment we met, and I believe they were telling the truth." The message sent via the summoning technique was naturally not that detailed, but that did not stop Mizuki from improvising a bit to disclose more information, ensuring the high-level officials of Konoha would take it seriously and dispatch reinforcements sooner.

The Holy Master and his cohorts were not particularly lucky; they were tossed by the Great Dao onto the continent of Africa.

The elite disciples in the front row remained indifferent and dismissive of the situation behind them, and most of the inner sect disciples in the middle rows felt the same.

Zhao Qian grew anxious. She had indeed heard the sound of the gate. Too busy to explain to the man, she struggled to push him away, grabbed her swim trunks from the poolside, and bent over to put them on.

Xi Che used his table knife to slice and cut; with a few quick movements, the flatbread was divided into twelve equal portions, just like the hours of the day.

By this point, no one cared that Lobeier had risked her life to enter the spatial pocket, a place where, logically, no living thing should be. After all, everyone saw that if Ye Qing hadn’t stopped her, she would have torn open his spatial pocket and jumped out anyway.

What was even more infuriating was that, starting from 365 days, that damn electronic clock ticked down by one every day, like a calculating devil gleefully tallying the payment deadline for your soul.

Chen Teng shook his head and smiled, truly unaware of just how high his level of Go actually was.

When Chen Teng returned to his room, Meng Yao hurried to greet him, a look of worry still lingering on her pretty face.

In a sorry state, Gida could only cover his head and huddle in a corner of the pit, trying to mitigate the damage from the snowballs.

Unfortunately, the SkyNet system had not been installed yet, so they could not check the surveillance to see what had happened, nor could they trace Qin Fengming’s whereabouts. Still, Ma Zhe called Deputy Nie, asking him to send technical investigators to collect evidence.

After greeting Master Ida, the starving Gida tore a pig's trotter off the roasted whole pig and walked over to the master, devouring it ravenously.

Zhou Miaomiao said "okay" and hung up the phone to call her assistant, Wei Xuling, asking her to contact the Spring Festival Gala production team to confirm if her segment had been canceled.

Cheng Yingying swallowed hard, her temper having softened significantly. Just as Zhao Fei was about to leave, he inadvertently glanced at Cheng Yingying's fingers.

At this moment, Qin Yue wanted to give Su Qiqi a look; she knew she would gain weight if she ate, yet she still kept eating and dragged her along to eat as well.

Feeling smug, Ji Xi turned on the television, wanting to appreciate the news about the product she was about to endorse and see if she could make it onto the trending topics.

For a moment, the studio was filled with rich aromas; the scents of various delicious foods, once cooked and mixed together, were truly mouth-watering.

Wasn't she supposed to be arrogant? Why was she suddenly being so approachable? Was this how nobles manipulated people? A slap followed by a sweet treat?

Great Elder Ye Bodang looked worried, as if anxious about something. The Second Elder, Shen Conglong, and the Third Elder, Wen Liangfu, appeared calm, though a hint of joy flickered inadvertently in their every gesture.

"Just watch, he always brings surprises!" Su Mingyang remained in his white robes, untainted and ethereal. A man who should not have appeared at the clan competition—or rather, in this team—felt very fortunate at this moment.

The Dream-Eater Beast was shocked upon hearing this, looking at Jiang Shiyue in disbelief. This was too despicable and shameless! Did she have no psychological burden at all when using it?

A series of continuous sounds followed, clearly the result of someone repeatedly throwing giant rocks into the hole that had appeared after the ground collapsed where he had stepped.

People who rarely came to the company arrived and immediately intended to hold someone accountable; they hurried to the door of the conference room and stepped inside without a second thought.

Since the end of last month, Fourth Mistress Min had not asked Lu Man to prescribe medicine or administer acupuncture, nor had she sent Green Silk over for moxibustion. Lu Man suspected that Fourth Mistress Min might be pregnant, though it was early days, making it difficult to announce.

The two great demon legions had suffered over a thousand casualties in their repeated attacks on the grand formation, and now fewer than five thousand demons remained.

Chen Daoqing frowned. He had thought about this before, but if he were to discard his divine powers, what meaning would his life have?

"Added to the contract that Zhang Yujiao showed me, I discovered that it is a 'prosper together, suffer together' pact. That is why I didn't interfere; otherwise, I certainly would have asked my senior brother to help Zhang Yujiao break it."

Arriving at the destination, gasping for breath, the old woman of the Zhou family said that Zhou Meizhen had climbed out of bed at the crack of dawn and left without a word, skipping breakfast and saying nothing about where she was going.

Although she hadn't gotten the Grand Princess to finalize the matter immediately, she hadn't been turned down either. The old princess consort smiled; there was still plenty of time to find a way to facilitate it later.

Ju Lisha’s Prince Charming hadn't appeared, nor had a hero to save her from her suffering. The man before her was a complete country bumpkin, reeking of sourness—but who could blame him for having such good luck?

The giant flood dragon’s cries gradually faded. I looked closely and saw that its eyes were filled with sorrow and an indescribable desolation. Yet, at this moment, the giant flood dragon seemed to possess a bit more spirituality than before.

But no matter how subtle it was, it was still a gift from the Emperor. Looking at the inscription, at least it meant the Emperor was not angry with Yaoyao.