Plotting against Us, you certainly have your ways!

If it were not for Haiyu's reminder, she would never have thought of such a brilliant idea. Selling them to the Crown Prince would at least ensure those calligraphy masterpieces were not desecrated. With the box in hand, she headed straight for the Tianbao Money House.

After she left, Lady Shier sighed to the clerk beside her.

"We break our backs earning honest money, only for His Highness to give it all away as favors—one hundred thousand gold! Heaven knows what kind of precious treasures are packed inside that thing."

"Does the manager feel the pinch?"

"Me? Feel the pinch?"

Zhang Kai took the paper, looked down, and saw that apart from the signatures, both sheets were inscribed with the exact same line: "As long as you have a dream, you must pursue it."

Aitong's anger flared up in an instant. "Isaac, you... I thought you weren't that kind of person, which is why I spoke to you so calmly just now. It seems I was wrong!" She huffed and walked away.

"I know you even beat up Zhang Kun, but the people I brought are professional thugs. Zhang Kun is nothing in front of them," Zhong Lei sneered.

"No need, I can handle it." Whether out of shyness or anger, Zhu Yongdie tried to shake off Lin Xuan's grip.

Showa had no choice but to change into a light martial arts outfit and head up the mountain to dig for medicinal herbs. Carrying a hoe, she walked expressionlessly toward the back mountain.

The harvest this time was massive. The "Stealing Omen" skill upgraded from level two to level three. Aside from freely choosing whether to steal attributes or items, its effective range expanded to ten meters.

Too many doubts echoed in Chu Xi's mind. With no other choice, Chu Xi unleashed his ultimate attack: The Unity of Man and Sword.

That place was vast, surrounded by forests, towering trees, caves, and steep cliffs, with a crimson swamp right in the middle. Whether they were cultivators or immortals, anyone who fell in and failed to escape would be melted into pulp within the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, which was why the swamp appeared red.

Although the enemy forces had achieved their objective, the attacks coming from all directions in the surrounding woods threw their ranks into panic. Coupled with the plight of having no commander, they ran around blindly like headless flies.

The arrival of this young prince consort was rather suspicious. Showa knew very well what he had done in the past, so he was undoubtedly brewing some malicious scheme in his belly now.

Ignoring Liang Anyue's words, Qiao Sinan leaned closer to sniff the food, only to realize he was actually getting a bit hungry.

She and Qiao Ying were two children who supported each other, walking step by step along a muddy path. Therefore, whenever anyone bullied Qiao Ying and made her cry, Tang Yuxi truly became furious.

"What do you mean by this?" A hint of shyness flickered in Lin Shuang's eyes. Who puts a ring on someone like that without saying a word beforehand?

At that moment, Jian Si just wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into. Oh heavens, she had done something so humiliating again.

After exchanging only a few words, they went downstairs to prepare to return to the old family estate. Because Qianqian was present, Tang Yuxi did not talk much more with Jingyue.

Unable to find Bai Chengxi outside, Qiao San thought he had already left. Upon returning inside and failing to find her husband once again, she asked a servant and learned that they seemed to have gone down to the shooting range.

"What? It's actually the House of Blossoms? Is Boss Hua alright?" Mo Shishi asked with some concern, having stayed here for so long without ever knowing Hua Xiangrong's true condition.

"But what should we do now that you've already boarded this pirate ship? Give it some more time, maybe three to six months. Once my father's heart condition improves, we can amicably part ways. Wouldn't that be wonderful?" I said weakly.

Liu Xiaoxing went to a nearby convenience store, bought two bottles of water and two pieces of bread that looked reasonably palatable, and headed back. Suddenly, he noticed a suspicious-looking man quietly approaching Zhao Yueyue, and a trace of wariness instantly rose in his heart.

Although Tong Ran had just told him that she loved him, Mo Nanju knew deeply that Luo Xiao still occupied a place in her heart. To put it bluntly, what Luo Xiao relied on was simply the twenty-one years of memories they shared.