Chapter 109: A New Film? Will It Pass the Censorship?

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Was it not said that the current head of the Yi family loves the zither as his own life and would never sell a zither he crafted to anyone? Where, then, did this instrument come from?
Before they fell, only one thought remained in their minds—why, why did it have to end like this?
When she awoke, Luoshuang was attending to Yao Chuxi, who was dressed in a crescent-white dress with water-blue ripples. Over her light blue palace gown, she wore an open-fronted light blue cardigan. Half of her hair was pinned up while the rest fell loose, adorned only by a single mutton-fat jade butterfly hairpin.
However, after the Ghost Physician’s silver needles had been left in the care of this reclusive master for a year, they were lost during a war.
A marriage decreed by the Empress—what a monumental honor! Everyone in the court and across the land marveled at the favor Jiang Anyi enjoyed; not only was he protected by the Emperor, but he was even kept in the thoughts of the Empress.
Ever since she entered the palace all those years ago, although she held the rank of Consort, she had always been overshadowed by Consort De.
Abilities like Wang Ming’s require time to extract. Although Chen Lin had already killed, he waited patiently without anxiety, knowing he needed to clear the scene and perform a series of tasks to avoid unnecessary trouble.
This was not Lu Tu talking to himself; it was the reality of the situation. The strategy he employed this time was an open ploy that could not be avoided—far more formidable than any ordinary scheme or trickery.
Yao Chuxi’s fever last time had not been this severe. To have it return so soon suggested that the root of the illness from before had never been fully eradicated.
Moreover, even if he used force, could he truly contend with the youth who had managed to rescue him even when he was trapped in the throes of a heart-tribulation?
"Master Jiang, might we step aside to speak?" Baili Xi asked Jiang Li only after the figure of Baili Bi had vanished.
Mingzhu drank a bowl of plum juice and ate a few dumplings. Just as she set down her chopsticks, she clutched her stomach as a warm flow surged through her lower body.

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Upon returning to the Wealthy Inn, Yun Rou saw Liang Ruoliu sitting in the corner of the lobby before she had even reached her room.
From the very beginning, she had sensed that her idol’s identity must be extraordinary, for his aura was vastly different from that of the people here.
Faced with the host’s smiling gaze, Song Ruyu felt quite embarrassed, as if he had been too eager to invite himself over as a guest.
Lan Mi’s thoughts were growing increasingly hazy. So, the germaphobe could disregard her as a mere pawn; it seemed she was truly nothing more than a dispensable piece on the board. In the moment she collapsed, Lan Mi wished desperately that she could one day press her finger to the center of the germaphobe’s brow.
Her heart ached, and her palms tightened instinctively. Her gaze flickered as she turned away. Moments later, when Elder Lin emerged, Chuxin—unnoticed by him—kept her icy eyes fixed intently on the spot where he had departed.
"She is the star performer at the most bustling establishment in Qingcheng, the Lanyue Pavilion... her name is Yue Qingque..." the man replied tremblingly, terrified that this noble Prince would have his head for the slightest displeasure.
"It was our lack of foresight; we should have protected the people sooner. But we traveled in haste, traveling light, and indeed had too few capable people with us."
When Lan Mi returned home for the New Year, she hoped to restore some family affection for Zhong Fangfang. Her short life had been too tragic, too dark, and had almost never known a glimmer of light. Lan Mi hoped that the future Zhong Fangfang might find a sense of belonging in family love.
Yet, those great Yin-Yang masters dared not utter a single word against such an act of disrespect toward the gods. It seemed that in their hearts, that person was as supreme as a true deity.
People would rather hire a novice dealer than a jinx who had once caused a payout of 150 times the odds; this is one of the untold secrets of casino management.
In the misty rain of the Jiangnan region, Du Youmeng set aside her blood-stained ice sword and gazed up at the sky. She let out a long, weary sigh, suppressing the unrealistic fantasies in her heart. Beneath her feet lay fragments of shattered stone steles, while her body shimmered with crystalline divine radiance.
From the moment she stepped into the Xiao clan, all the forbearance she had shown for Xiao Xuan vanished today. As for these so-called kinsmen, they were better off discarded.

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"I only think that we Hu people have already fled north to this place. This land has mountains, water, and grasslands; it is the best place in the north. Now, it is best to stop provoking the Great Han, stop the fighting, and let the common people rest and recuperate so they can live in peace and contentment."
Holding the screen, Jiang Kailan pondered for a moment. Although what he was doing lacked morality, for the sake of the Lin family, it was a necessary evil. Besides, merely changing the name of a lottery winner shouldn't cause massive ripples in history.
Chen Hao could hardly believe his eyes, yet the three black shadows in the sky would not deceive him!
"So, you believe this has something to do with your sister’s disappearance?" Ye Wudao understood her meaning.
"Yes, new patients are admitted every day, all infected with bird flu, and there have already been two deaths. If not for the higher-ups suppressing the news, it would have been reported long ago. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been in such a rush to call you back," Wang Yuexia said.
Because Zhao Wuchen knew, how could a heaven-defying prodigy capable of obtaining the broken sword and the Nine-Dragon Cauldron lack a trump card? Even when pushed to the brink, one would always have a way to escape.
She had spent the entire night thinking but could find no better solution. It would have been one thing if she hadn't approached Qiao Song, but she had been foolish enough to seek the girl out and say those things. If they were to marry, the girl might not even be willing. For the sake of her son, she would have to swallow her pride this time.
But fortunately, he had understood in his lifetime; fortunately, he still had the chance to voice these words.
"Uncle Tai." Xu Zuoyan was sensible. Seeing that even Ye Kaicheng treated this man with such respect, he knew he couldn't be presumptuous and obediently greeted him.
At the same time, a trace of anxiety instantly surfaced on their faces. Now that they had found the person and there was indeed a possibility that he could cure their father, what price would they have to pay, and what methods would they have to use to obtain his permission to treat him?