Volume 1, Chapter 56: Selling it to you for ten thousand, full of peace of mind

"Ten thousand yuan! Wang Feng, are you treating Xiao Yao like an object?"
Qin Fan clenched his fists tightly.
"An object? Qin Yao was raised by me. I can sell her to whoever I want. Ten thousand yuan is already a bargain."
Wang Feng put her hands on her hips and said with total indifference.
"That's right. With how shameless Qin Yao is, she forgot all about us the moment she started wearing nice clothes, completely wasting the dozen years we spent raising her."
Wang Yang took a deep breath and sat down next to Grandpa Zhu. "Grandpa, since Brother isn't home, how about I stay here and keep you company for a while?" This way, the moment Zhu Baoguo returned, he would know immediately.
Holding a crystal glass in her slender fingers, Nie Yao gave it a slight swirl, her eyes deepening. Then, she brought the glass beneath her nose and took a gentle sniff.
Lanze glanced sideways at Bai Qingqing, his tail balancing the bubble containing the leopard as he bobbed it up and down in play, looking precisely like a dolphin balancing a ball.
The imperial cemetery in the capital was immense, so vast that one could not see its boundaries at a single glance. Yet its internal layout was exquisitely picturesque, with streams meandering through the grounds, intertwining with lush trees standing upon the verdant grass, while wildflowers bloomed everywhere, swaying gently in the breeze.
Ruixue was terrified out of her wits. She pounded on Zhao Xihou, crying out, "Have you lost your mind? Put me down. Zhao Xihou!" With every step he drew closer to the bed, Ruixue struggled more fiercely. Still, he refused to let her go. Steeling her heart, Ruixue closed her eyes and bit down hard on Zhao Xihou's shoulder.
Looking at the "You've worked hard!" that slipped from his father's lips, Zhao Xihou could not help but brim with anticipation for the nine days ahead. Would it truly be hard work?
Emerging once again from the soothing bodily sensations of dual cultivation, she lay beside Chen, her dark hair cascading like a waterfall over his arm and across his chest.
The figure in the black cloak who had just stepped out of the Dongling Auction House suddenly found himself running straight into several richly dressed youths right outside the tent. The moment those youths caught sight of him, they directly blocked his path.
Coming in such full ceremonial attire, she was clearly intending to wait here for the Emperor's arrival. Therefore, whether he saw her or not was of no real consequence. This was why Consort Yi did not mind waiting in the main hall's antechamber.
Since ancient times, wild pearls produced in the basins of the Songhua River, Heilongjiang River, Wusuri River, and Yalu River have been round, large, crystal-clear, and lustrous, radiating a multicolored sheen. They represent the absolute pinnacle of natural pearls and are known as Northern Pearls.
This was because the miraculous doctor capable of saving lives, whom he had just spoken of, was at that moment slumped lifelessly in Murong Xiu's arms.
In a nocturnal raid on Tokyo, out of the one hundred and fifty thousand Goryeo troops, only fifty thousand managed to escape back. A full one hundred thousand perished outside the walls of Tokyo, sending shockwaves through the entire Tokyo Circuit and the entire Jin Dynasty.
By then, whenever he casually posted a few comments, people would instantly recall his commentary in the livestream room, and both his presence and prestige would be his for the taking.
Awakened by the commotion, Mu Qi saw this, hurriedly scrambled back up, and excitedly jotted down notes and sketches in her log.
Su Qiao rarely drank alcohol. Red wine was not particularly high in alcohol content, but for her, finishing a glass left her slightly dazed.
Everyone fixed their eyes upon the red cloth draped over the tray, burning with curiosity about what lay hidden beneath it.
Before long, her gaze was drawn to the battle within the arena that featured the most mismatched combatants.
They reflected upon the morning's outcome and soon realized they had been trapped within the mindset of 'the time it takes for an incense stick to burn'.
Though Qiu Mu wished to say more, he ultimately gave up, dropping respectfully to one single knee to bow before him.
"I have already lived upon those frigid nine heavens for so long; returning or not returning makes no difference to me," Yifeng said nonchalantly, showing no intention of leaving whatsoever.
The tempest whipped up by this fierce demonic beast was formidable indeed, but if she could use even more powerful incantations to manipulate the spiritual energy of the wind and reverse the onslaught, it might not be entirely impossible.
The Prince had spent the entire morning at the Bright Moon Residence. Although Xin'er had cleared away all the attendants from the courtyard, everyone knew full well what had transpired.