Volume 1, Chapter 62: Every Word Pierces the Heart

With that, Lu Yichen called the waiter over.

The waiter quickly entered the private dining room, and Lu Yichen directly ordered two cold dishes, two stir-fried vegetable dishes, and a bottle of high-end red wine, completely disregarding Tian Mingxuan's face.

Tian Mingxuan's expression turned extremely ugly.

Ordering food was one thing, but why add a bottle of high-end red wine on top of that?

This Lu Yichen was simply detestable!

Her collar gaped open, revealing a bit of snow-white silk undergarment, and her light pink pleated skirt was somewhat disheveled.

Not only was he aware of it, but he had once received a memorial from the veteran censor Sima Cuo, through which he learned the true face of this person.

Huangfu Ye was an exceptionally intelligent man, yet when it came to matters of the heart, he seemed just a tiny bit dense.

The red light on the opposite side of the street suddenly lit up, startling Jing Huan. She regained her senses and silently made up her mind.

Its weapon was a legendary flame scimitar, carrying a series of effects including fire attack, ignition, scorching, and armor-piercing, with no treasure curses attached.

Clearly, even for the sake of Liive, while he was willing to do so, it did not mean he had truly and completely forgiven Khalida.

"Daddy, when the rain stops, let's go out to the street and play." As soon as Mr. Zhou walked in, he heard Huo'er, who was squatting beside Murong Tiankuang, say such words.

Before long, shocking scars emerged, swelling up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Rushing eagerly to the Eastern Branch of Shuiyunjian, these wealthy patrons were anticipating scattering their money, only to find that all the dancing girls had vanished.

The General Staff's Internal Affairs Bureau also held a powerful function within the military, somewhat resembling a combination of the Ministry of Supervision and the National Audit Office under the State Council; its duty was surveillance. Of course, in terms of functions, it overlapped with certain departments of the General Armaments Department and the General Logistics Department.

Attendant Wu chased after me panting, raising his hand as if to slap me across the face. I was instantly stunned—would he actually hit me?

After settling Jia Qianqian in, Long Jie went into the palace to have an audience with the Emperor, reporting on the investigation of the jade seal this time.

I did not insist, handing the bowl over to Attendant Wu, who proceeded to feed him. After taking two bites, the Emperor refused to eat anymore.

Yet he had to endure this grinding wait, patiently holding out. The target still had not appeared, and his eyes behind the dark glasses had to remain fixed on the entrance of the luxury hotel a hundred meters away. According to intelligence reports, the target was staying at this hotel.

A mere five characters constituted his entire explanation. Yet recalling the horrific mess of their last meal, Su Nuan understood that the man before her must have expended a great deal of effort—after all, she had once started from a level of utter culinary incompetence herself, and thus deeply understood how much hard work was required in between.

Fortunately, Jia Qianqian was blessed with great fortune; at the critical moment, Long Jie rushed to her rescue. Although she was battered, bruised, and covered in contusions, she suffered no fractures at all. Dr. Xue prescribed her some medicine to reduce swelling and disperse stasis before leaving. In the room, Mammy Yang went personally to brew the medicine, while Shangguan Lei sat by the bedside, his face full of heartache and self-reproach.

More than a decade ago, Zhang Liang had been Yue Qingtian's bodyguard. Ever since Yue Qi followed his father, Yue Zhaoyang, to move to the capital city, he had taken the blame more than once for the trouble-making Yue Qi. Although he no longer served as a bodyguard, coming to Mingzhu to work this time was similarly entrusted by the old master to look after Yue Qi.

With a single thrust from the heart area, a bayonet ran two nearby fellows through like a shish kebab. Their hearts pierced, they didn't even emit a groan before kicking the bucket instantly.

The two of them closely followed the old man along the narrow corridor, and along the way, they spotted no less than fifty cultivators holding flying swords, who crossed back and forth expressionlessly in the air, patrolling meticulously.

Whenever she encountered difficult problems in her cultivation, she would consult Bian Cheng or Gu Lingzhi, both of whom were completely under Gu Lingzhi's control. In her spare time, she would play mischievous pranks with Zhizhi and explore the heritage space. Whenever she truly missed her family, she would request a day's leave to go home and visit them, living a fulfilling and satisfying life. Unawares, two years slipped away.