Volume One, Chapter Forty-Three: The Massive Shareholding Agreement Given to Her

He went upstairs to the study.

Yan Qiuning was led to the large room specially prepared for her. It seemed that two bedrooms had been combined, making it spacious. The décor was a soft, pink princess style; back then, Lin Daimiao and others had truly filled their hearts with hope at the birth of their daughters.

The disciples of the three major Daoist sects gathered around, but the garrison of Tiger Cage City, busy confiscating weapons from the scattered corpses of zombies, had no intention of joining the sects’ conversation.

The others dismounted one after another, drew their blades, and began searching the camp. Later, Ukotai returned from his own felt tent, his war blade slipping from his hand, wandering onward in a daze, murmuring not only “Zhuma” but also the names of his fallen brothers.

It was a hysterical cry, and Fang Jinyuan frowned upon hearing it, while Farewell My Concubine wore a satisfied smile—after all, the long-conspired drama was finally unfolding.

She had never imagined she would truly wear a wedding dress, especially for someone who shone so brightly on stage. Love is truly mysterious, and happiness always arrives unexpectedly.

Yet Milu, with aching clarity, saw the bright smile on Chen Xia’s back—NK—her heart spasming in pain as she turned to leave.

Day after day passed, until one day she learned that you had gone to study in America; a long-buried anger grew ever more vivid in her heart.

Looking out over the whole city of Feng, it was a land of devastation, misery everywhere; some massive buildings still burned, and every corner of the city was stained with dried blood.

It turned out that the swan’s father was Bai Shaoyun, a world-renowned top national scientist, holding honorary presidencies at several universities.

“So you mean everything I say is nonsense? How dare you speak to me like this—I am your grandmother, your elder!” Lady Bai’s face flushed with anger, her frail body panting.

“Have you really gone mad?” Bingwu blinked in confusion, her voice weak. She tried to push him away, but found herself powerless.

“What are you saying, Qinghe? We owe our present fortune to you. Even if you hadn’t told us, we would still do our utmost.” Fifth and Seventh Mistress were equally respectful toward Qinghe, not daring to accept her courtesy.

Zhu Jiuchen thought to himself, "It seems the assassination failed; hopefully, Jianlong will escape safely." He exhaled and ordered the car prepared. Worried something might happen, Zhu Jiuchen brought over a dozen trusted bodyguards and rushed to the Mingyuan of the Great Tang.

After the news on local industry and agriculture concluded, the broadcast shifted to a white building. Everyone fell silent, eyes fixed on the screen.

"You are not allowed to go. Don’t forget, your life was saved by me!" With that, he strode out angrily, slamming the door behind him.

"You unfilial son! Not only do you conspire against your brother, but you also defy your elders. Keeping a descendant like you in the Bai family will only lead to acts of grave immorality and rebellion!" Bai Shizu’s gaze at Bai Muchen was as if looking at a mortal enemy.

With a rush, hundreds of armed, helmeted police assembled in the barracks, boarding seven troop carriers and driving out of the compound.

"Grandfather, Jingya and I will leave the country and never return!" Gu Xiangbei looked at Mi Jianxun, speaking with resolve.

At several other tables, diners heard this cultivator recommend an ordinary person to the “Cloudstream Sect,” and all cast envious glances at Feng Liuzi.

In Douluo Continent, school life barely connected students to teachers—it was simply a financial transaction.

If the victims had been adults, perhaps she would not have acted so decisively. But children… their innocence, more than anything, softens the heart.

Shi Bao couldn’t be bothered to spare another glance at Lü Yi; his mismatched eyes stared intently at Zhou’s stunning face, his breath quickening, as if he wished Lü Yi would leave so he could devour Zhou whole.

Whether martial arts existed in this era was uncertain, but Song Jing had learned and was quite skilled—so far, undefeated.

Bu Zhi’s words amounted to total surrender, ending the struggle and confusion among the generals, bringing a collective sigh of relief.

The events at UCT were truly shocking, but Song Jing felt she accepted them calmly, as if her heart was scarcely stirred.

Dynasties rise and fall, all things change in an instant. People and events are not worth dwelling on; once one leaves, nothing remains. Just as now, those concubines and officials hardly care to recall the late emperor’s favor and trust—perhaps they cannot even manage a sincere tear.

I glanced at Zichen and smiled. Ah, a sigh welled up in my heart—I truly did not know what to say.

Yongzhou is not yet in Liu Bei’s hands; he can only rule from afar, but the position of Attendant is genuine.

After the madness of desperation comes calm; faced with unknown and formidable powers, he chose first to preserve his life.

In front of the face she had seen more than ten thousand times, she was at a loss for words, unable to describe her emotions.

One is oneself; there is no need to pay heed to other reborn souls. Her own path is longer than theirs. Now that this song has emerged from her hands, she will present it to the era in her own way, without worrying about the original creator's thoughts.

Even if three enemies appeared simultaneously, he could sweep his rifle line in one second, awarding each a bullet.

She feared Madam Huang could not accept her attitude toward the Emperor, so she feigned gentleness to offer a buffer. Otherwise, if she forced the old lady to accept her true self all at once, she might frighten her into a heart attack, which would not be good.

Just as she wondered why Chen Chuan’s performance seemed off, his cold voice sounded in her earpiece.

His other hand caressed her cheek, his expression suffused with infinite tenderness. The tip of his tongue traced her lips, sending tingling shivers down her spine, making her tremble again and again.

Finally, upon inquiry, it turned out Jiang Laigui from the Office of Attendants hadn’t even set foot in the Qianzheng Palace—the Emperor had sent him back without letting him in.