Volume 1, Chapter 35: Confession of Guilt

After Xie Ruyue left, Madam Xie’s maid returned and stood behind Xie Jiaoyue, watching her intently. This time, however, Shuangye was missing from the group, presumably because her punishment of being slapped across the mouth had not yet concluded.

Xie Jiaoyue sat at her writing desk and said calmly, "Zhiqiu, come over and grind the ink for me."

Zhiqiu, who had just stepped inside, felt a sudden surge of joy at these words and hurriedly replied, "Yes, Miss." Her young mistress had been reading idle books all day; it was finally time to start copying texts.

Boss Li suddenly felt the urge to flee, but before he could act, the frenzied four-winged angel’s attacks rained down upon him like a torrential storm. Of course, this tacit cooperation in the hype only came about after hearing Andy’s "alternative explanation."

If Wang Qian refused, effectively admitting defeat, Zhu Haibo would become the only person to ever force Wang Qian into a surrender without even daring to gamble. If Wang Qian accepted the wager, he would undoubtedly lose. When that time came, would he actually jump from the Empire State Building or not?

Yet, Cheng Jian-shuang had not committed any act detrimental to Xing Yun. Yan Qinghan shook her head, remarking, "No matter how brilliant Xiao Shouchen’s schemes are, there are times when even he miscalculates. He may calculate the heavens and the earth and cast a net wide and far, but he uses his own mind to measure others, and in the end, it is hard to calculate the human heart."

"I said a few things—things I found strange and difficult to understand, but..." At this point, Ke Yuequan smiled softly and said to Ning Weihui, "After hearing your account today, I think I understand what those words meant."

Anyone capable of performing even one of these deeds would be worthy of the world’s respect.

The motorcade turned into the underground parking lot. Lima, wearing sunglasses and flanked by four bodyguards, boarded the VIP elevator that led directly to the floor of the presidential suite. She felt no resentment or bitterness about not traveling with Andy.

Su Mudan did not wait for Li Cheng-zhu to speak before silently retreating from the inner chamber, pulling the door shut behind her.

At this moment, Ji Ming was watching the members of μ's playing a counting game with a helpless expression. After spending these days together, he had grown familiar with the new members: Maki, Hanayo, and Rin.

He Rui-duan examined them. Two of the prescriptions were similar to his own, while another was the same as Song Yong-nan’s—mistaking the patient’s false internal heat for a stomach ailment and prescribing cooling and stomach-soothing medicine.

"Tsk tsk, Master Yin, you seem to be sweating. Weren't you laughing quite happily just a moment ago?" Zhang Long spoke, his crisp voice carrying a hint of wicked amusement, his eyes dancing with mockery as he looked at Yin San.

By the time she realized what was happening, Mu Lingluo had already gone to the main room, dragging the disheveled Mu Cuihua from her bed. Mu Cuihua cursed incessantly the entire way, but she was powerless against the thin and frail Mu Lingluo and could only be dragged along. Mu Chengzhi followed behind them; Mu Dalang had left early to work.

Mu Lingluo knew a little about Consort Zi, but only the surface details. She always felt that the Princess of Min was hiding something from her, yet she understood that if the Princess did not tell her, it was for her own good. Even though she was truly curious, she did not want to betray the Princess’s kind intentions.

This was the main reason why a powerful alchemist must be a powerful cultivator, while a formidable cultivator is not necessarily a powerful alchemist.

"Yes, that's right. Wait a moment, I'll order a few more dishes you like." Wu Fan hurriedly called the waiter. Qin Xue was easygoing, but if he didn't cater to the whims of that formidable young lady, Tang Doudou, there was no telling what kind of trouble she might stir up.

The year is best started in spring. The second year of Longhan had passed, and the third year had arrived; the imperial court had even more matters to attend to.

Among the entourage, there were soldiers from various departments as well as a unit of Han Chinese. These men were artillerymen and gunsmiths capable of repairing firearms, and there were even two craftsmen skilled in building fortifications.

In the end, half of the warships managed to escape, but they dared not linger on the Xiang River for a moment longer, as the wreckage of many broken ships continued to burn and drift downstream.