Volume 1, Chapter 56: My Lord, This Maid Thinks This Picture Album is Improper

As Tantai Jianan was about to leave the palace, he remembered that Liu Wuyi always suffered from restless heat and insomnia, so he detoured to the Imperial Medical Bureau.

Having taken out a thin quilt to cover her with the day before, Liu Wuyi had indeed been able to sleep. Though his own mastery of internal energy allowed him to withstand the bitter cold of midwinter with just a thin quilt, he could not help but wonder if continuing this way might somehow be detrimental to her.

Under Ye Yu's acupuncture moments ago, he had gradually regained consciousness, and had witnessed how Ye Yu dealt with that bald man just now.

Did that even require asking? With the innate potential of the Yin-Null Body right there, if it wasn't her, who else could it possibly be?

"You have half a quarter of an hour to get dressed. Master will come back for you." Leaving behind a set of clean robes and a bracelet that sealed spiritual power, Yan Xin vanished from the spot.

Zhou Lichuan obediently picked up a throw pillow from the other side of the sofa and wedged it into the gap between Libaixiu’s lower back and the sofa.

"Everyone, please quiet down! I’ve gathered you all here today simply to ask: who among you would be willing to work at the supermarket?" Tang Long cleared his throat and asked with a smile.

"How could organizing materials possibly require so many people? It was already extremely difficult for Tang Feng to get Xiaoli excused from military training! We shouldn't make things hard for him!" Yu Li quickly tried to dissuade them.

Before the workshop's annual year-end celebration, Bai Taotao finally found the time to settle the remaining ten taels of silver for the villagers.

An ancestor of his family, Hu Donglin, had also fought against the Japanese invaders, except that his family had been part of the National Revolutionary Army, and not particularly effective at fighting.

Who told Zhou Mo to keep hiding what was happening outside from him? Well then, they would just have to see who got scared first.

Hearing this, I couldn't help but gasp softly, instinctively looking toward Lin Yuan behind the screen.

Shen Cong sighed, but knowing that the imperial physician had said his younger sister's body was completely fine and healthier than anyone else's, he decided not to force the matter further.

Chen Xifan looked at her, his fingers tightening gradually around the white porcelain cup, feeling that this game was utterly pointless.

Landing steadily, Chen Xifan glanced at the cat in his arms. Just that single glance left him slightly stunned.

With credentials like this, whether it was striving for various academic or professional titles domestically or building international prestige in the future, it would be an easy task.

Seeing An Jiang change a handshake into a traditional greeting with cupped hands, Hu Mei'er couldn't help but secretly praise him for being truly meticulous. Her impression of him improved significantly, and with a smiling nod, she escorted him out of the courtyard.

Following her words, Mammy Qian swept her gaze across the chaotic mess on the ground. Their pastries were notoriously difficult to purchase, which made this all the very pity.

Chen Xifan suddenly threw his head back and laughed aloud. His laughter was hearty and open, making it clear that his mood was genuinely excellent. He felt as though he was beyond saving, thinking that Qi Xia's frantic, flailing attempts to fight back were simply adorable.

Mu Sijue's eyes burned with intense heat. Just as he wanted to make a move, he caught sight of the bones nearby and instantly reined in his thoughts.

Now it seemed that if this bastard bit onto you, he would keep chasing and biting you until he managed a mouthful of foul dog droppings before finally stopping.

Yet, looking at Tu Qingyu and that entire bed full of items, he could not bring himself to utter a refusal; besides, the fault in this matter lay squarely with them.

Jia Gang hung up the phone, and Li Mei played the recording she had just captured. Mao Dong nodded in satisfaction.

As for how she had crossed paths with Zheng Wujian, it entirely took place deep within an ancient forest. While she was gathering medicinal herbs from the divine trials, boiling them into medicinal broths, and distributing them to the injured, she happened to run into him.

When the physical body was blown to pieces, the mental anguish he had to endure was a hundred times greater than ordinary pain. Especially after the body's explosion, the sensation of the soul being torn apart—akin to being burned by the fires of hell—sent his entire spiritual sea into chaotic turmoil, making him feel as though his very head was about to shatter.