Chapter 100: Ouyang Xue

The steward Yan watched as one exquisite brocade box after another was carried and placed in the courtyard, his heart bleeding silently.

In just that moment of distraction, Wang Ruoyu strode inside. Ding Hao smiled wryly; he felt less guarded around this bouncy, seemingly scatterbrained senior sister Wang. Compared to the cunning and sly types, dealing with someone so straightforward was far easier.

“There’s no use speculating upstairs, and it won’t help him anyway. Everything depends on his own fate now. We’d better watch and wait,” Hua Qingmu sighed.

At the Reincarnation Shop, the prices for mental development from level one to five were as follows: three thousand, five thousand, ten thousand, twenty thousand, and fifty thousand respectively.

She ate without concern for manners, yet one could not call her rude—there was an added frankness about her that made her seem genuine.

Qiao Chutian found her anxious demeanor amusing, and in his distraction, he forgot the pain in his face and continued to tease her.

Sun Ce had been troubled these days. If he left, all his previous efforts would be for nothing; the hard-earned kingdom would be handed over. After much deliberation, he openly defied orders and commanded the entire region to ready its troops to resist Cao Cao’s advance. Thus, the whole Jiangdong operated like a well-oiled machine at full speed.

Sometimes, when she left messages on WeChat, it could take one or two days to receive even a single reply.

As the saying goes, where there are policies, there are countermeasures. Just as Li Shimin’s meeting ended, Wang Shichong’s was just beginning.

While Ding Hao’s mind was tangled with complex thoughts, a torch was thrown onto the high platform. In the next instant, four golden stones flared into roaring golden flames.

His lips curled slowly. At that moment, he lost some control, as if seeing the smile of his beloved from long ago. Unable to restrain himself, he bit down gently—but he did not expect Mei Qingli had found her.

Around them, the crowd watched Xing Mu’s every move, waiting for him to strike so they could overwhelm him and seize the secret manual. Xing Mu glanced disdainfully at their wary expressions and sneered coldly.

Returning to his room with his wife, Yue Yi played soft dance music and, ever the gentleman, made a polite gesture inviting his wife.

“The rest is up to you. When the time comes, I will find you. Remember, the master is always watching,” 047 said, arms crossed, casting a warning glance at Super Miao Keti before departing.

“It’s possible. We just haven’t discovered it! Maybe in some other place, some cruel acts are unfolding—places we haven’t seen,” Chen Cheng whispered, lowering his voice.

But it was already too late. Xu Gu had clearly spotted Mi Shu at a glance. She fell to the ground, barely able to rise before someone grabbed her from behind and clamped a hand over her throat before she could react.

When speaking of getting along well, Jin Taiyan cast a meaningful glance toward a certain spot in the room.

At that moment, two factions faced off silently. Neither dared to make the first move since their leaders were engaged in combat. Without orders, acting rashly would mean certain death.

“Great reputation is never without merit!” Leng Feng’s words were simple, but the fiery light in his eyes betrayed his passion.

How could this be? Her internal injuries were not severe, yet why did her young body resemble that of an old man on the verge of collapse, wasting away so rapidly?

The Grand Tutor glanced at the hairpin—a fine piece of white jade with a peony flower at the top. It was the same one the Fourth Madam had been wearing frequently lately. Even the servants recognized it, and naturally, he recognized it instantly.

The Eastern Palace’s occupied area was vast, with many uninhabited rooms. The officials were arranged in northern courtyards, two per room.

Only he knew how deeply it hurt each time he betrayed someone.

The traces of Zhong Lei’s appointments began to appear clearly. After he cleaned out the entire palace, he looked up and was stunned to see countless Yu Xin’s before him.

No wonder Xiao Yichen was so cold toward Lady Jiang. Who could be close to the very mother who sought to kill them?

Everyone sighed deeply, lamenting that Prime Minister Gu was but in his early twenties—a truly regrettable loss.

Thinking back to those days on the mountain sent chills down their spines. Coupled with Gu Yan’s grueling training over the past month, their hearts grew colder, convinced that difficult days were ahead.

“Thank you, Aunt Ye. I knew you cared about me. I understand now,” Lu Xinyan said with a smile, hugging Ye Shuang tightly. A cunning gleam flashed briefly in her eyes.

To be honest, I’m a little fed up. I have to explain everything to you all the time. If I don’t, you treat me like some eternal villain, as if I were a ruthless demon slaughtering innocents.

At the port of Yesterdine, a blue-and-white two-masted schooner lay quietly moored. On its side, two zippers formed a “V” shape.

After Meng Shufei’s death, Elder Muwu searched the palace high and low but could not find the imperial seal. Later, they learned Meng Shufei had entrusted it to Chancellor Jiang. He personally led troops to raid Jiang’s residence and turned it upside down, but the seal was nowhere to be found.