Volume 1, Chapter 42: She Is Not Your Daughter At All!

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He was overjoyed: This is good, this is good! It means the five million remains unclaimed. He shouted, "My lottery ancestor, where have you hidden yourself?"

Indeed, with Cao Zhang vying for the succession against Cao Pi, how could the likes of Cao Ren be content? Meanwhile, with Sima Yi posing a threat from within, and the forces of Sun and Liu eyeing them greedily from without, if they were to fall into internal strife, would it not mirror the downfall of the Yuan clan? And would I, Xiahou Yuanrang, not become a sinner for all eternity? At this thought, a cold sweat broke out over Xiahou Dun.

Upon hearing the commotion, Mo Qiongyan turned around and witnessed a scene so harrowing that her eyes widened in agony, a sight she would never forget for as long as she lived.

Han Hao ignored Xiahou Dun’s question and said to Zhou Yi, "Go back and notify the General of the Cavalry; tell him to prepare." Seeing that he was being dismissed, Zhou Yi bowed to both men and turned to leave the tent.

Only after watching those foolish birds tumble down in such a comical fashion did the Yellow Bird shed its previous majesty and chime in with excited cries.

"I say, it is rare for Director Zhao to visit in person; welcome, welcome! Unfortunately, he just stepped out for a moment." He replied politely, "It’s no matter."

Instantly, the boisterous hall fell silent, and everyone watched with smiles as the newlyweds walked toward the center of the hall.

Gu Changqing’s voice trembled; he had cast all caution to the wind, determined to play the villain to the very end.

"Boom!" With a sudden burst of power, the whirlwind dissipated, and two figures flew out from within, standing face to face.

Mo Wuxi seemed to have eyes in the back of his head; he pulled Mingjing into his arms, shielding her tightly with his body.

Stubborn and curious, he had forcefully compelled the most volatile medicinal properties out of those herbs.

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The politician’s voice was no longer calm, carrying a tone of agonizing despair. Without a moment’s hesitation, he jumped down after her.

Rumors regarding Qin Fengyi’s parentage were known to all—from the prince’s manor to the imperial palace—save perhaps for Qin Fengyi himself. At that moment, the head guard dared not linger for tea. Bowing, he said, "Now that Your Highness has returned safely, we must return to report." With another salute, he led his men away.

The entire report, nearly a thousand words long, was nothing but empty boasting. The daily newspaper reporter believed this actor might become a star of tomorrow, attracting a multitude of fans.

During the morning session alone, the Maritime Trade Office collected nearly 1.5 million taels of silver. Shop prices varied, but none were lower than the first. The most expensive shop sold for 93,000 taels; the merchants below were red-eyed with greed, and even the imperial envoy watching from above broke into a sweat, feeling the intensity of the scene.

She was a princess, her brother was the majestic King Lang who commanded the four seas, her parents held the economic lifeline of the Southern Xiao Kingdom, and her grandfather was the Emperor of the Xinghai Kingdom—who still wanted to drag her away to inherit the throne.

Old Zheng said nothing, tossing his flashlight downward. Before long, the beam vanished as if swallowed whole. However, those with keen eyesight could discern dark shadows, which surely must have been what instantly obscured the light.

Therefore, Yin Shiyan decided to help Ye Chu so that others might understand the truth behind Ye Jiarou falling into the water.

Watching the tall mast being swallowed by the white fog, a sense of unease welled up in Avril’s heart.

Lin Xue’s hearing was sharp, and since she was right beside Han Wei, it was impossible to miss Fuxian’s loud voice. In truth, Fuxian had always spoken with a gentle tone during past calls, but only he knew why his voice was so exceptionally loud this time.

Even when he did not trust her, he still protected her. It would have been impossible not to be moved.

A flicker of surprise crossed the Shura God Emperor’s eyes. While it was true that he possessed a False Immortal body, he found it effortless to eradicate a Semi-Immortal like Jiang Han.

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The next day, as the sky began to brighten, Leng Tianyu opened his eyes. Feeling the person in his arms, his sharp gaze softened. He lowered his head to plant a gentle kiss on her forehead before stepping out of the inner chamber on tiptoe.

At the thought of these things, she lowered her head again, and the faint joy brought by the crab slowly dissipated.

Duanmu Beiyao had moved the timeline forward to today because in two days, Luo Qingning would have to leave for Mount Huan’an. If the matters regarding Luo Chengye and Ye Meng were resolved early, she could focus all her efforts on the plans for Mount Huan’an.

A roar of laughter echoed from the void outside the hall, and shortly thereafter, two figures of distinct appearance appeared within. Behind them followed a powerful divine messenger of the Yin clan.

"What would a yellow-haired girl like you know? Isn't it normal for a man to take concubines?" Madam Wang glared at her, clearly displeased by her presence.

The two gang leaders walked forward with complex expressions, while Chen Zhan followed leisurely behind, his sharp eyes taking in every detail of the surroundings.

Suddenly, pushed back by the backlash of countless sword intents, Luo Jinghong took numerous steps back. With a majestic air, he plunged his long sword into his own dantian, an act that defied belief.

As for why the Hall Master of Chixiao was not counted, it was because he was too mysterious; no one knew his true age or his real identity.

Lin Mu-Chen was stunned for a moment before realizing that the guard before them, seeing their simple attire, was judging them with prejudiced eyes.