Chapter 36: The Gift

Before Prince Wei could grasp what was happening, he was informed that General Fu had consented to Prince Ning’s marriage proposal and had already accepted the betrothal gifts.

Upon hearing this, Shangguan Xi did not hesitate; with a flick of her wrist, her sharp blade was instantly stained red with blood.

Wang Long sheathed his gun, looked at Zhifeng beside him, and said, "Get lost!" The regiment’s annihilation was complete.

Shen Bing looked at me and said, "Don't get agitated when you hear this, I will tell you everything..." As she spoke, she gripped my hand tightly.

Then, Su Yuanjing received a message from Song Jiang. Not long after, Lu Junyi returned to his hometown, only to be betrayed by his steward and his wife, who were having an affair. His property was seized, and ultimately, he was framed for colluding with rebels and arrested.

Liang Jin reached out to take the crimson, gold-embossed envelope from Lin Sanniang’s hand. Seeing Lin Sanniang staring at her unblinkingly, she bit the bullet and opened the envelope right in front of her.

Entering the courtyard gate, there was another long, winding corridor. Looking ahead, it was impossible to tell how large the courtyard was; it seemed to stretch into the shadows, boundless.

Therefore, he wanted to finish the business here during this time before resolving this private matter.

I stroked Shen Bing's face. In truth, what I didn't know was that Shen Bing hadn't just been busy yesterday; she had been busy for a long time, handling company affairs and managing her mother's business. After receiving my WeChat message, she worked overtime to settle the company's affairs and, starting the next day, had been searching everywhere.

Liang Jin knew exactly what was going on. She took Achou and Huoxiang with her into the palace, while Bai Wei remained at home.

Sensing movement behind him, the giant swiped his palm, knocking away the thing that had slammed into his back. Turning around, he realized he had struck the last of the black-robed men. His fleshy face remained expressionless, showing no sorrow for the loss of his subordinates.

What could he know? Old Master Mo! Would he tell him anything? Remembering the look Mo Qiyan gave him today, Old Master Mo must have said something.

With a million in dowry at stake, Fu Meiling did not want Zhuo Ran to back out. Just then, the intercom rang. Fu Meiling frowned, assuming Zhou Yu had returned at an inopportune moment. She got up, walked to the intercom panel, and seeing a handsome man on the screen, she hesitantly pressed the talk button.

When Xie Yun said this, the corners of her mouth curled up naturally, though her mood was calm; she no longer felt the inexplicable bitterness she had when she first heard the news.

Before Jiang Chao’s mother could press further, Fu Meiling interjected, claiming that the young boss of the Xie enterprise was fervently pursuing Yingying, and that they were a perfect match in mutual affection. Since there was little emotional foundation between Yingying and Ding Junhao, they decided to divorce to pursue true love.

"This is the Wuxiang Ring, the ancestral artifact of the Wuxiang Clan..." Feng Qiuyan said, looking at the artifact in her hand with surprise.

Yingying had returned to the Ding mansion, organizing the items she would take back to her maiden home before the wedding. Tomorrow, they would go through the motions of the procession, and Ding Junhao’s luxury motorcade would head to Nansha to pick up Yingying.

Mao Jiu chuckled. Su Yu smiled as well, then pulled Mao Jiu into an embrace and ducked under the covers.

Finally reaching the end of the long red carpet, Ke Nansheng saw his mother, Tan Ailin, watching him with a piercing gaze.

As soon as Sun Ye took out the stone, not only did Huang Zheng’s expression change, but the others also began to whisper amongst themselves.

However, being able to cultivate to this state, which could be called the realm of great completion, was enough to satisfy him.

After the assault battalion landed on the island, Li Bin’s men adopted the titles used on the island, calling Zhu Hong "Minister Zhu" and Lei Bao "Regimental Commander Lei." Only Li Bin retained his original title.

Huang Zheng’s right hand roared in mid-air like a divine dragon. The character for "King" was pressed tightly against his palm, breathing and pulsating like a living thing, sealing a magical artifact with every breath.

At this moment, he stopped mindlessly trading blows with Dong Haofan and Du He, leaping instead toward the far end and taking the opportunity to examine a nearby pillar.

"I have no money!" Zhu Zhu stated her position; playing was fine, but money was out of the question! She was a good girl and did not participate in gambling.

Wen Liangyu walked over. Seeing that An Hao’s face had turned pale, he did not hesitate to support her.

Thump, thump. Huang Zheng felt as if he were spinning in a world-turning vortex, his head dizzy and his vision blurred, hearing the strange thumping sound constantly in his ears.

"Be good." The man beside her seemed to be waiting for her to open her mouth herself, possessing more patience than he usually did.

President, I want a divorce. Night fell, the lights flickered on, and the Autumn Festival remained boisterous and lively.

As for the specific situation of the upper echelons of Baihua, Zhou Kuan actually did not care; he was not involved in the system.

"Let Lan Xi serve as the acting commander of the Qianwei Army; I want to see what he is capable of." When Ye Yan said this, all the generals in the main tent gasped, unable to fathom what he meant.

He shredded the chicken left over from making the broth, sliced a sheet of mung bean jelly into thin strips, and prepared a sauce with sesame oil, minced garlic, sesame paste, fragrant vinegar, seasoning powder, and cold chicken broth. When serving, he drizzled it over the top, tossed it together, and sprinkled it with chopped green onions.

The god’s high-level defensive suit shimmered with radiance, making it difficult for Su Mingan’s sword to penetrate. However, the 200–500 points of true damage inherent to the Sword of Yalaman could not be mitigated. The god tilted slightly, spat out a mouthful of blood, and retreated a few steps.

The man took the wallet from the boy, Acai, and suddenly his demeanor changed completely. Even Sun Yushan, standing by, couldn't help but stare, as if he had seen something incredible.

Masters Chu, Yang, Qiao, and Chao gazed at the Xuanji Tower with heavy hearts. Now that their eldest disciple had sacrificed himself, they were left to uphold his dying wish to protect the common people of the world. Both inside and outside the tower, the burden of their mission was equally heavy and grand.

At the martial arts tournament, Xiao Shan saw a man who looked almost identical to her brother, yet the man did not recognize her.

Immediately, He Yitong "affectionately" draped her arm over He Qianqian’s shoulder, though the pressure of her palm was far from light.

Fang Hong stared at the student sitting by the window, whose hair had turned snow-white, crystalline and transparent, drifting like tufts of seaweed in the wind.

Feixu knew that with the white python protecting him, her big brother was safe and everything was just an act, but hearing Haoxuan’s painful cries, she still couldn't help but cry in heartbreak. She had heard these cries over twenty times, and even with Huanyi by her side now, she could still recall the helplessness and loneliness of the previous three days.

Everything in her heart transformed into sweetness on her face. Seeing her looking so happy, Chu Zimo smiled along with her.