Chapter 40 Magnanimity

“Hehehe! Brother Jiang Chen, isn’t that suit a bit too formal for the occasion?”
The next evening, at the Jiang Estate.
A line of luxury cars halted at the entrance of the manor. Su Luoxue, dressed in seductive, daring black shorts and a leather vest, revealed expanses of snowy skin to the air, exuding irresistible allure at every turn.
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It was precisely because of this that, when rebutting in court, the Third Prince’s manner was fierce but his confidence lacked substance.
Yun Chaohua’s lips moved. If this were her wedding to Jing Mingqian, it would undoubtedly be a truly unforgettable moment for them in the days to come.
Wang Bolin and others broke out in cold sweat, for whenever she smiled like that, it signaled that someone would really die.
Brother Yu, once the possessor of the God of Elixirs, was a legendary figure of the temple fair. Had it not been for Erhua’s scheming, this year’s championship would surely have been his.
Yixi’s hands and feet were bound, her body limp and powerless, unable to escape. Now she knew this place was a brothel, panic rising in her heart as she desperately hoped her boss would come to her rescue.
Luo Binhan stared at him in shock. “He looks a bit annoying?” he asked loudly, unable to help himself.
His hands felt heavy; lowering his head, he found himself holding that strange egg in his arms, proof that it had not been a dream but something that truly happened.
The man whose half-face was smeared with blood fell in such a way that he could see the Yunnan Egret’s half-exposed foot. Reaching out, he struggled to crawl forward.
Contrary to his opponent’s expectation, Chen Hao did not throw a punch in this round and was directly warned by “God.”
But suddenly remembering something, she turned back. Just as Liu Qi was confused, she slapped him hard across the face.
Ning Jiuer was deeply surprised; never had she expected that this young man in his twenties would be so formidable. Hearing the close connection between Shangguan Yun and him, she also addressed him as Brother Yue.
Qin Wan’s heart began to admire Zhongli Youyou; even things like this appealed to him, proving he was truly unique.
At first, Mo Zishen hadn’t taken Lu Hui’s words seriously, but now seeing the person Lin Qiao was embracing, he grew solemn.
Jin Tang lay in bed for a while before sitting up, taking a blanket from the wardrobe beside him, then heading to the living room.
The Dragon Child muttered incessantly, his two Nine-Flame Ghost King Blades hacking away, splitting the black earth. Li Zhichen leapt lightly into the pit, seeing the Dragon Child dig deeper and deeper, while the soil below was no longer as hard as before.
Consort De’s unlucky streak meant that whenever the Third Prince was in the palace, her luck at mahjong was mostly losses. Now that the Third Prince was absent, though he would return eventually, playing fewer games now would mean fewer years ahead with Consort De’s silver coins as companions—not a worthwhile trade.
Everyone was reassured upon hearing the names of these talented figures. Though those animals were hard to find, they were not as elusive as Azure Dragon or Vermilion Bird.
“Lieutenant Ma, what are your orders?” Guo Hong lowered his head, not daring to meet his gaze lest his hatred be discovered.
Su Shuishui felt a pang in her heart; before leaving, Mo Zishen had entrusted Qiuqiu to her care. For her, it was a form of comfort.
Li Pin and Xue Neng, the county magistrate of Zhouzhi, were close friends. Xue Neng had been appointed in the second year of Dazhong, wrote poetry inviting Li Pin to visit, and it was only this spring that the journey finally happened.
Situ Haixue was in no hurry to act, keeping her ‘spirit’ fully alert to her surroundings. She had investigated and assessed all the way, arriving late, but the Horse Treading Western Wind gave no sign of impatience.
“Why do you wear a mask?” Meng Er asked Yun Jingchu, posing a question that struck to the heart of the matter.
Quan Youqi looked at the bright red fruit in his hand, which resembled an apple. He examined it from every angle, turning it over and over, full of curiosity.