Volume One, Chapter 50: Cry a Little Harder

Meng Lan closed his eyes for a moment, and under her incredulous gaze, he finally spoke slowly:
"Someone come here."
"No..." Meng Tingfeng's eyes widened, tears streaming down her face.
"Escort the Second Young Miss back to the Orchid Courtyard. Without my command, she is not allowed to step outside!" The cold and merciless verdict fell with a chilling finality.
Pain and terror were plastered across Meng Tingfeng's face, her eyes filled entirely with utter despair.
Daring not to look at her a second longer, Meng Lan averted his gaze and impatiently motioned for the servants to drag her away quickly.
Though he knew there were numerous suspicious points in this matter and could not entirely trust the words of this Master Lü before him, he could not afford to ignore them either.
Better to believe it true than to risk it being false.
If what the man said turned out to be true, he would still have plenty of time to deal with Meng Tingfeng later.
Thinking—

Meng Jiaqi did not have any particular attachment to the military, but under these circumstances, she would undoubtedly trust this identity more; it was just that she found it somewhat hard to believe.
Qin Xian sighed helplessly as he stepped forward to help her up. Having vomited most of the alcohol away, Ji Fei was no longer entirely incoherent. She blinked awkwardly and, with Qin Xian's steady support, quietly washed up.
"What do you mean? You don't trust who we are?" Another man frowned at Wang Ping.
"I knew you could do it." He Renfeng also switched to a long saber, ready to strike at any moment.
Why would he take the risk to elevate the White-Clothed figure to Peerless status? Clearly, there was some unknown danger that needed resolving. Perhaps that shade of azure possessed an irreplaceable and unique quality.
Mu Yue's eyes widened. Being exceptionally well-versed in all martial arts across the realm, she was certain she could not be mistaken about the supreme ultimate technique of the Dragon Clan.
Yet deep down he was kind-hearted, with a fundamentally upright worldview; it was just that he often did not know how to handle certain situations.
Hearing him ask such a question, Jiang Wan paused to ponder—was he trying to dig another trap for her?

Now confirmed by students of the same school, their curiosity grew even stronger, and they immediately decided to sneak in today to have a taste.
Luo Yunyan's attitude made Fang Xiangnan feel deeply aggrieved, but given the occasion today, it was truly inconvenient to discuss anything else, forcing him to endure it in silence.
"Of course, I wouldn't lie to you." Zhao Fei patted his chest to prove his sincerity.
At this, Yin Caiju was completely bewildered, and even Xiao Yueye looked somewhat perplexed. He pulled the grieving and helpless Yin Caiju into his arms and roughly recounted what Yin Hao had said to her.
He fell ill, and she came to visit him. He was overjoyed, and he schemed to make her take him on as a disciple. Finally, she agreed to stay.
Xing Feng's tense heart suddenly relaxed, returning to normal. Pulling Huan'er up, the two of them looked in absolute terror at the distant, high sky where the phoenix crown bloomed with countless miraculous radiances, their expressions changing drastically in horror.
Lin Caiwei was utterly shocked. To think that a girl like Su Ying was so fortunate as to catch the eye of Murong Che, the genius playboy.
Skill: Toxic Miasma. Wherever the user passes, a trail of miasma is left behind. Enemies caught within the miasma take 5,000 points of damage per second, and the miasma dissipates after 30 seconds.
The moment his footsteps crossed the intersection, Xing Feng pushed his cultivation to its absolute limit, preparing for any sudden and drastic change. To his disappointment, however, everything remained completely normal.
"Awooh!" With the miserable cry of the winged-serpent sea monster, the three bruised and battered figures could barely hold back the berserk Black Qiu any longer.
Han Guang and his four unsightly cronies turned ashen-faced. Gone was their previous condescending arrogance as they lowered their heads and prepared to slip away.
For the two of them to end up together would be for the best. If they lacked fate, and even upon meeting could not walk the same path, he could only blame himself.
Bai Chenxi had not exerted himself like this with anyone for a very long time, and coupled with the excessive drinking from the previous night—
Seeing that Lin Xueyan was about to get angry again, Yu Meilin quickly placated her, terrified that Lin Xueyan would start overthinking things.
"Miku, what on earth is wrong with you?!" Lin Mu furrowed his brows, attempting to stop Miku's next move.
As soon as these words were spoken, it was as if someone had ignited an oil drum, triggering a thunderous explosion. That was precisely the state Yu Xuanlong was in at this moment.
Before his death, the late emperor had entrusted the emperor to his care, telling him to look after him well. If anything were to happen to the emperor as a result, how could he face the late emperor in the afterlife?
Cheng Yaojin's trip to Taiyuan to see Li Shiming was not only to discuss grand ambitions with him, but also to help him eliminate Liu Wuzhou and unify the entirety of Shanxi. Leaving aside Luo Yi of Youzhou in the northeast, combined with the territory of the Wagang Army in Henan, Li Shiming could rely on these two regions and their manpower to overthrow Yang Guang in one stroke and annihilate the other warlords to unify the realm.

After all, he was their own city lord's son; compared to outsiders, the old nanny was even less willing to offend Zhang Jun.
Lin Mu could not help turning his head to look at Miku's snow-white profile. She was smiling as well at the moment, but... did it seem somewhat gloomy?
If that were truly the case, would it not mean that Bai Ziyang possessed a skill level far surpassing that of ordinary doctors?
Seeing that the battle in the arena was still deadlocked, I ran to Sister Fang Rou's side, wanting to wake her up first.
"You want to kill me, but how could I ever let you have your way? Go to hell! Bone-Chilling Blue Flame!" Yao Chen said with a horribly distorted expression, clearly in intense pain. As the words fell, a ball of green flame carrying overwhelming murderous intent shot fiercely toward Ao Wen.
No one spoke outside the window, but Cha Cha gazed at the half-apertured wooden door and silently kicked a pebble at her feet.
He had no idea how Shen Lang cultivated, and his heart was filled with utter bafflement, but judging from the speed just now, unless an Earth-tier expert stepped in, they probably wouldn't be able to handle this fellow.
Industry was underdeveloped at the time, and there was nowhere to expend physical labor to earn money. People could only cling desperately to those two patches of barren land to barely scrape by, while also trying to save money for the twins' schooling.
"Forget it, what can you do to me?" Zhao Long swayed his head, picked up the wine on the table, and took an unhurried sip.
Jiang Yingchi was, after all, a wealthy second-generation heir, and he didn't dwell too much on future consequences. Even if he took a loss, it was no big deal—he would just treat it as paying for a lesson.
What on earth was wrong with this child? Clearly she needed a favor, yet not only did she refuse to give others a pleasant expression, she acted as if she held a grudge against Xia Yan. Wasn't she afraid that Xia Yan might get fed up and kick everyone out? How would she state her purpose for coming here then?
The vegetable garden was full of soil, but that was easily solved. Mu Shui had woven plenty of straw mats in the past, which now came in handy, allowing them to be spread directly over the ground.
Regardless of whether Qing Yuzi was right or not, he already harbored deep resentment over Qing Yuzi's willful and arbitrary meddling a few days ago. The only reason he had managed to bite his tongue and tolerate the man up until then was because Qing Yuzi had not yet touched the deeply hidden treasure he cared about most and could not bear to lose.
"Could he be refining... a divine-grade intermediate pill?" Ye Feng blurted out in astonishment, glancing at the other three. If that were the case, and Nicole actually succeeded in refining it, he would undoubtedly take the championship without suspense.
Sweat instantly welled up on his forehead, trickling down his face, sliding past the tip of his nose, across his chin, and finally dropping to the ground.