Volume 1, Chapter 52: Lin Zhiwan Risks It All
Lin Zhiwan looked at Mother Zhang, seemingly failing to understand the implication of her words.
Where was she supposed to go, and why did she need to seek Fu Yanzhou's permission?
"What is this supposed to mean! Is he locking me up here?"
Mother Zhang wore a troubled expression.
She was merely a servant; previously, a few loose remarks of hers had almost gotten her dismissed by the Madam.
Wei Lu refused to see any of them. She was neither a lord nor a noble fond of scholars, nor did she possess the magnanimity to lay bare her wounds again and again for the world to see.
Not only them, but at this moment, even those fearless wandering knights fell silent.
"Sitting in our position, we simply know a bit more than ordinary people. Even if some folks have neither money nor power, a single word from them is something we must obey, and besides, I do this willingly." Li Chenggong smiled faintly.
Her gaze swept over the festive decorations in the room, while a wave of bitterness surged in her heart. To outsiders, she must appear supremely happy; who could have imagined the reality of her plight? Was she destined to endure a living widowhood for the rest of her days?
The reflection of myself in his eyes kept flickering, giving me the illusion that he was attentively watching me—even though I knew full well this was merely his means of control, knowing it was nothing more than a transaction, a mere act of pretense.
Upon arriving in this world, whether due to a disrupted biological clock or the fact that this body had yet to fully recover, she slept until the sun was high in the sky before waking up.
Chouren Crossing was the confluence of the Qu River and the Dingwu River. With its expansive waters and numerous docks, it served as the foremost cargo distribution center for miles around. Much of the merchandise coming from the northern regions was reloaded here and transshipped to the east, west, and south. Consequently, Chouren Prefecture had become the second most prosperous city in Shenzhou, second only to the provincial capital.
His entry did not affect Xia Youyi in the slightest. She acted as though she hadn't seen him at all, continuing with her work. Nor did he disturb her; he simply sat quietly, watching her in silence.
Within a single day, the imperial physician had visited four times. Under Xiao Xiang's orders, the physician was even instructed to stay and not leave. Seizing the moment, Xiao Xiang informed Li Ke before moving directly into the Taiji Palace to tend to Li Shimin.
As they drew closer, Wang Qi could catch a faint, delicate fragrance. The scent grew increasingly rich, and inhaling it made Wang Qi feel even more refreshed in both body and mind.
Along the way, Zhang Zixuan constantly acted cute and playful, Bi Ran stopped and went as she pleased, while Lin Yifeng willingly took on the role of the photographer.
The veteran ministers reached a consensus. After making brief preparations, three Zhonglang generals, along with General Dong Cheng and Yang Feng, led troops to escort the Emperor first. Wang Yun still needed to gather the officials loyal to the Emperor. Lu Zhi had given him a time limit of one day; in the eyes of the Zhonglang generals, this timeframe was still safe, but once exceeded, the situation would become unpredictable.
Zhong Wuyan let out a cold snort, and the next moment, Yang Jian watched as the figure before him shifted dramatically. In the end, a giant wolf with a single horn on its head appeared in front of him.
Tinged with an indomitable and tragic resolve, this sword strike went forth without regret, unwittingly fusing together all the insights of Sword Nine's entire lifetime of swordsmanship.
He ordered one portion of each of the six types of cakes ranked from six hundred down to four hundred, among which the highest-priced 'Tiramisu' was ordered specifically for Gao Xinlan.
Ye Han kept his eyes open, holding his breath beneath the water, only to find that he could not hold it for much longer. He was like an ordinary mortal, sinking all the way down, perhaps to lose his very last breath in the next second, and then peacefully sleep in the deepest abyss of the deep sea, accompanied by endless cold and darkness.
No one spoke a word. The atmosphere was heavy and oppressive—a situation that had never occurred before. Chang Ming was famously talkative, Bai Junye would always curiously bombard them with questions, and Ye Han was never one to keep quiet.