Volume 1, Chapter 37: You Will Regret Breaking Off Our Engagement!

Aunt Zhao was in the middle of a lively anecdote when she was interrupted by a maid walking in.

"First Madam, Aunt Zhao, Midwife Liu has arrived!"

The rights to build the railways. The Yuehan and Chuanhan railways were two vital trunk lines connecting the north and south and penetrating deep into the interior, thus becoming the primary targets of imperialist contention.

What made his expression darken was that the Graveyard of the War God seemed to be permeated with an immensely powerful pressure.

"Alas! Now that even the Prince has lost faith in rebuilding the navy, what else can I do?" Sa Zhenbing sighed.

After much hesitation, the exhaustion of his body and the torment of his spirit forced him to nod in agreement. Perhaps... it was because the poison from Lady Face-Eater had not yet fully dissipated, Xie Qiao thought to herself.

By now, the six brothers were stunned. They had previously thought that while Chen Yi was strong, he wasn't outrageously so; but having witnessed him battle a true powerhouse, they finally realized that Chen Yi’s strength was terrifying.

She opened her mouth, intending to bite Ye Ming's hand, but he playfully teased her by extending his index finger.

"You are too kind, Mistress Yang. Besides, we also have a responsibility; if we hadn't come to the shop and caused a disturbance today, Nannan wouldn't have gone missing!" Shi Yi was never one to shirk responsibility, always looking for the cause of a problem within herself, even though everyone knew that none of this was her fault.

This port belonged to their Wei family, and now that it had been demolished by the shockwaves, the loss was far greater than just a few soul stones.

Cui Feng listened to Fang Jiuling describe the various wonders of the Dongli Sect, his heart filled with yearning. But the moment he remembered he had to find one of the four missing physical souls within a year, he felt the crushing weight of a mountain press down upon him, extinguishing those thoughts.

From the colossal skeletal phantom behind him, three starlike points of light suddenly drifted out. Upon their emergence, Yun Feng's expression underwent a drastic change.

The Yanxi Palace, which had been silent for so long, was brightly lit today. Seeing Qingmei kneeling in the center, An Ruo finally realized that besides Concubine Ning, the person confined within the palace was also Qingmei, who claimed to be a fan of Wei Yan.

"Sister-in-law, Cousin-in-law is our relative; why isn't she helping my older brother?" Cheng Luoyi had long heard from Cheng Siyao that Xu Zishan was helping the Huasheng Import and Export Trading Company earn foreign currency, reaching the top spot in the entire nation.

Yet, no matter how much her heart ached, there was nothing she could do. She was no match for Ye Tan, and besides, the papers were already signed. Furthermore, she couldn't just run to the machinery factory to make a scene, as it wouldn't yield any results anyway.

As the night grew colder, the wind made her shirt feel damp and chilly. With a slight frown, Yu Qingran opened the car door and sat inside, her first act being to call Zhang Yan.

With the broadcast of the first episode of "Heartbeat," the fans of Bai were in high spirits, and the "Bai-Tang" topic grew increasingly popular. Many new CP fans were eagerly waiting for this episode to get their fix of sweetness.

He had originally thought that since Ye Shaoyan was gravely ill and had lost the power to mobilize troops, he was like a grasshopper at the end of autumn, unable to last much longer.

He didn't know why, but watching her happily clutching those grain coupons while flattering her foster mother left a strange, indescribable feeling in Meng Shaochen's heart.

Ye Tan learned of the situation regarding the Liu family when she went to work that afternoon. It was the same auntie who had told her about the family that morning—a woman named Du, with whom Ye Tan had a good relationship.

She was about to point at Su Tang and start berating her when her gaze suddenly froze, staring blankly at the man walking over with steady, measured steps.

The Marquis of Shouning, however, was not as optimistic as she was. He leaned his head against the wall of the carriage with his eyes closed, lost in his own thoughts.

"I do not know from what perspective the person who said this drew such a conclusion. As the signature city of the United States, serving as mayor here does not represent honor or power, but rather a greater responsibility."