Chapter 34: How Did He Offend You?

The vase looked somewhat rough, yet the neck was noticeably smoother and more refined. It was clear that it had been frequently handled and caressed. This had to be the one. Just as Yun Zhaozhao reached out to touch it, her sharp eyes caught sight of a shimmering powder on the neck. A trap, indeed. However, such toxic dust was useless against her, for she had long been prepared. Donning her homemade protective gloves, she reached out. As long as the one he made his own was her, he was willing to endure anything, unchanging for a lifetime. My heart surged with conflicting emotions; I was at a loss for words. I never imagined Ai Zhenzi would go to such lengths for me, nor did I realize I had caused her so much suffering.

The moment Ding Ying turned back, her facial features and the look in her eyes felt strangely familiar, as if I had seen her somewhere before. But I immediately dismissed the intuition; we had only met yesterday, which could at best be described as "getting acquainted through a clash." I hurried over to fetch the wastebasket from the aisle and placed it before her. Ding Ying lifted her head slightly and spat a bit of brownish-yellow liquid into it. She had swept everything off her desk, save for the telephone, onto the carpet. According to the Emperor of Qin's imperial decree, one provision stated that the Princess Consort of Hong could decide for herself whether or not to enter the palace. Li Miaomiao had not noticed this before, and it was only after being reminded by Ye Sihong that she realized the Princess Consort was expected to pay her respects at court on schedule. Since another version of her had appeared over there, did she… not need to take any real action anymore? Xu Zhengping and Cao Shuigen arrived, though Cao Shuigen was supporting Xu Zhengping. I noticed a large bump on Xu Zhengping’s forehead—a vertical, raised lump, clearly a soft-tissue contusion caused by blunt force. The perk of being a freelance writer is that you can plan your own schedule, and it doesn't matter if you occasionally turn night into day. "But yesterday, Lin Yanchun said their company wasn't going to requisition that land after all," Lin Yunhua’s voice carried a hint of schadenfreude. Qin Chuan’s fists were tightly clenched, his entire body trembling involuntarily, and the veins on his neck stood out like coiled dragons as he struggled to maintain his composure. The Han army, after all, lacked the disciplined training of the Qin forces; in the middle of the night, less than half of the soldiers managed to react and assemble for orders. Zhou Bo, unable to wait for the entire army to mobilize, rushed to the cliffside with over three thousand men to provide reinforcements, leaving his lieutenant behind to gather the remaining troops and follow. Zheng Weiqi heard the noise and tensed up, then his vision suddenly brightened as the partition was lifted and light poured in. Captain Luo stood above him, his gaze locked firmly onto him.

"I won't waste any more breath. My main purpose today is to record the song. A-Nan, please make copies of these scores so everyone has one in hand," Wang Chen said, watching as everyone took their music sheets and handed them to a staff member. "Brother Mu, there's more over here!" the boy in red lotus robes walked deep into the mass grave, and Mu Feng followed. Is it really that miraculous? He doesn't pass out even after several blows, and every time he wakes up, he can pick up right where he left off—what kind of moronic ability is this? "Rest assured, his life is not in immediate danger. I can treat his external injuries, but he must mend the damage to his source essence on his own," the old man comforted the group, listing the necessary items on a sheet of paper which he handed to Ling Tian. Everyone turned their gaze toward Nakayama Hideyuki; he remained expressionless, yet his presence was profoundly sorrowful. Of course, the Mother Tree Puppet’s traits go beyond these; it also bears the famous moniker "Companion of Children." Ye Tiechuan roared, his eyes flashing with a brilliant golden light as if stars were igniting one by one. The swallow, not particularly clever, retreated for a time, waiting for the Emperor’s great power to dissipate. "But..." Han Tao’s sister-in-law looked at the truck, her expression hesitant. I smiled and said, "Don't worry, this vehicle is registered in Zhaocheng; no one can take it away." Han Tao added, "Exactly, sister-in-law, surely you don't even trust me?"