Volume 1, Chapter 50: At Dawn

He turned around to see that it was Zhao Xiaoqi. The young centurion's face still retained the exhilaration of battle, but his eyes revealed a deep concern for Lu Yunduan.

Chen Lishuang was also burning with extreme anger and began to curse as well, "You... you fucking... Sun Liming, I'm telling you..." By this moment, Chen Lishuang was trembling all over with rage, completely at a loss for words.

Qiankunzi's expression calmed down as he said coldly, releasing an aura even more terrifying than that of Dugu Qiubai, which began to permeate the air.

Lin Chuan looked at Long Cheng and smiled faintly. He had not expected this person's ability to read facial expressions and gauge moods to be so formidable. If the opportunity arose in the future, he might actually find some use for Long Cheng.

Moreover, having received some rudimentary and superficial tutelage from Minglan, her relationship with him had grown rather delicate.

Listening to An Keke's heartfelt praise, Li Xiaoxiao felt her mood, previously ruined by Lin Moran, improve significantly.

Although he remained silent, Ye Jingjing could still feel his gaze fixed upon her, making her feel as uncomfortable as if she were sitting on pins and needles.

Li Yun had no idea afterwards how she had managed to leave the Li residence and return to school; she only came to her senses when she was already sitting inside the classroom.

Sun Yueyue curled the corner of her lips into a sneer and said, "Of course she will believe me. Would she believe an outsider like you instead?" As if feeling that her words lacked sufficient impact, Sun Yueyue directly rolled up her sleeve and pinched her own arm fiercely.

Feng Lingxi's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly. A traitor had appeared within the Xixiangfeng Perfume Workshop, though it remained unknown who the culprit might be. One thing was certain, however: this person held a fairly high position in the Xixiangfeng Perfume Workshop, at the very least having access to the entire secret recipe.

"Elder Yao has already told me that if anyone can guess what this medicinal ingredient is, they will be granted an audience with him." In truth, this also served as a tacit understanding, subconsciously signaling to them that not only could they see him, but they could also put forward certain requests.

In the past, her eldest brother had hoped for her assistance, and now, her purpose in saying these things was the same: she hoped her eldest brother would help her.

"Qingyi, stop acting so unruly. Your Brother Wannian now holds a position above ten thousand people and second only to one. Therefore, you can no longer pester him all the time like you used to," Ouyang Ming said earnestly.

A single remark brought smiles to everyone present. On the surface, this meal was a harmonious affair, and Xu Yunhua's attitude had completely shifted from her past decadence. I looked at her, with only a single thought lingering in my mind: I wondered if she, too, was exhausted from wearing a mask every single day.

Facing imminent calamity, had she remained in a place like the Exile Sea, shattering the void would have been an absolute impossibility.

"Reliable!" Without any superfluous explanation, a single word sufficed. Trust between men was always this straightforward.

Although she was not on good terms with Donggo Jiyi, their rivalry had not yet reached a life-or-death struggle. Now holding the noble status of the Ninth Primary Consort, she considered matters far more deeply than before. Sisters remained sisters after all—even if their bones were broken, their tendons stayed connected. When she thought carefully about it, the only one capable of contending with her was Donggo Jiyi, and it was only then that Donggo Miaoyi felt a faint surge of sisterly affection.

In fact, she frequently came here, though Pei Tingqing was often absent. She would then stay behind to keep Yan Qiao company and return the next day. Upon closer reflection, perhaps Pei Tingqing had been actively avoiding her and wished to avoid seeing her altogether.

Only then did Zhu Di suppress his anger, walk over to the stretcher to clasp my hand, and stride swiftly alongside it.

"When have you ever seen tigers in the mountains travel in packs? Yet look at the geese migrating across the sky every autumn—do they not always fly southward in formation? For the weak to form alliances against enemies is the instinct of all living creatures," Zhu Di said calmly.