Chapter 55: Heading Straight for Mount Daqing

Zhang Guihua called out to stop Sheng Wanqiu, who was about to leave. After all, they were all part of the older Sheng family. If no one from the family went over to help during the banquet, people wouldn't blame the younger Sheng Wanqiu; instead, they would certainly point fingers at the elders like them.

"Third Aunt, there's no need. The banquet is the day after tomorrow, so you and Third Uncle just need to come over a bit earlier then. I've already arranged everything."

"Alright, sounds good. We'll definitely go early."

Hearing Zhang Guihua say there was still—

How could Yin Sizhe still look ahead and drive with such calm composure when uttering words like that?

This way, firstly, I can see to what extent their relationship has progressed and whether they need me to play matchmaker; secondly, I can wait until Ouyang Mingzhu leaves before going to have a heart-to-heart talk with Qin Yichang.

Outside the window, the night was thick and deep, and the courtyard was quiet and still, without a sound. The others here, assuming I was asleep, didn't dare make a peep to disturb me. Lying in bed, I was exceptionally alert and energetic. With no one around to keep me company or relieve my boredom, I could only stare blankly out the window at the desolate, hazy night.

Zhong Huiteng couldn't help feeling that over all these years, they had never truly understood her, which was why they were now caught completely off guard by her.

She could no longer go back. She had intended to live a good life and allow the people around her to live better days, but now... her only friend was dead, very likely because of her, yet she herself could do nothing at all.

"Alright then! Let's go out and see if there is anything we need to buy." Qianxi nodded.

Of course, the virtual space was another major reason why the Byte Empire maintained such a rigorous and strict control system.

Watching Sun Ji's hurried departure, a cold smile that was hard to catch flickered across Qinglian's face.

Lei Hongmei used to be the one running the household with an iron fist, but after she left, no one would ever remember her.

An Ruchu stood with her back to Mo Chen, her head raised as she stared blankly out the window. The sun outside was bright and warm, yet it could not reach the depths of her eyes.

The driver nodded and pressed a button. With a whirring sound, the glass rose, completely sealing the ventilated windows.

The palace gates at this moment were exceptionally bustling, with numerous court officials emerging from the palace. In the past, whenever they saw Yan Beijue, they would eagerly step forward to greet him and try to curry favor with this newly prominent and powerful prince. Tonight, however, everyone gave him a wide berth because the air pressure around him was simply too low, causing even the grass and trees within a hundred paces to shiver in terror.

Most people in the company knew what had happened in Song Zhiying's family recently, so they had been exceptionally well-behaved over the past few days.

7. Exchanging wedding rings: Not part of the traditional ceremony, but included in Shinto wedding ceremonies in recent years.

Ye Lanchao wept with heart-rending grief and drifted off to sleep unconsciously. When she woke up again, she suddenly found her cheek resting against a pair of soft, towering mounds. Raising a hand to touch them, she found the texture rather pleasant. Looking closely, she wondered why there was such a retro, dark-colored silk fabric right before her eyes?

Hearing him say this, the Yellow-Browed King still didn't take it to heart in the least. He merely picked his ear and said with leisurely composure,

Gu Lingze caught Xu Mingyan signaling to him out of the corner of his eye. Following Xu Mingyan's gaze, he saw both Jinzi and Lingzi sitting in their chairs with their heads lowered.

Zhu Xiumei was stunned for a moment upon hearing this. Then, she looked at Bai Ling and, taking in his frail appearance, had no idea why her special forces husband would hold him in such high regard and trust him so completely.

"Weren't you a bit too ruthless? Fan静云 even called my phone to call me to account." Lan Xingxing figured that Jiang Bojin must have been taught a pretty severe lesson this time, judging by how fiercely angry Fan Jingyun's tone had been on the phone just now.

The Sixth Prince tilted his head up with a smug expression, feeling not a shred of shame for violating moral standards, but rather taking pride in it, just as if he had slept with an ordinary courtesan.

"Since you want to talk, I won't stop you either. Just go ahead and speak, I'm listening," the assassin said slowly.