Volume 1, Chapter 57: Jiang Zhinian's Birthday Gift

At Jiang Zhinian's words, Madam Chen's heart sank slightly, and she tightened her grip on Jiang Ruozhen. Her previous remarks had indeed been too harsh.

Yet, she was only worried that Jiang Zhinian's affairs might adversely affect Ruozhen.

As if sensing her thoughts, Fifth Lu turned around, his tall frame blocking everyone's view, and kissed Du Ruo on the lips.

The various factions under Li Li's command, along with the various lords who had successively risen in rebellion with him, all simultaneously received invitations to his grand celebration banquet.

The Marquis of Chang'an looked in astonishment at the screaming Madam Bai, then turned to Fifth Lu. What on earth was he saying?

Moqi Longxi nearly thought he had misheard, until Su Chen's subsequent words left him completely dumbfounded.

Perhaps it was merely Lin Jiajia's imagination, but she felt as though Fu Shijin in the passenger seat had glanced in her direction.

Hearing that rhetorical tone devoid of the slightest surprise, I suspected that he might have already detected the clues while reading the letter—this was precisely what alarmed and worried me after discovering that he had taken the letter and read it without permission.

Nanny Song escorted me back to my bedroom. I leaned against the bed with a fluttering heart and waited for about ten minutes before I heard the door being pushed open.

Father Xie hesitated for a moment before replying, "I was only seven or eight years old that year; in truth, I didn't fully understand my father's decision." At this point, he glanced at the old man lying on the ground. The old man merely half-closed his eyes; he had not lost consciousness, appearing simultaneously on the verge of fading away and listening intently.

Staff Officer Wang had always been exceptionally cold and proud, but under the sweep of Han Zhenhan's gaze, he felt a flutter of apprehension, for he too had taken a massive gamble during this campaign. At that time, the Mongols had used ordinary citizens as human shields, forcing them to advance at the forefront. Yet Staff Officer Wang had charged forward at the head of his brothers with a desperate resolve to die.

Without another word, he intercepted the Song family's carriage halfway. If I had refused to come, would he have simply kept wearing us down like this?

"I am a mercenary now!" Ouyang Duo widened his eyes, his fierce gaze resembling that of someone facing a mortal enemy.

Before Zhang Qibo could speak, a figure suddenly sprang from a willow tree outside the window. Like an arrow loosed from a bow, the person was clad in tight green garments, holding a long sword in their palm that shimmered with a brilliant blue glow.

Currently, this Three-Light Divine Water was possessed only by Guanyin Bodhisattva and Sirius. As for its exact efficacy, let alone Sirius, even Guanyin Bodhisattva remained unaware.

White Snow gripped Bai Shuiguang firmly with both hands and leaped down together. Then the floor slowly closed shut, as if nothing had ever happened.

Once the Empress Dowager spoke, Feng Wuhen hastily bowed in agreement, while the concubines below all pondered the underlying intent. The young Haoyang, however, understood none of this. Hearing that his Imperial Father was going to select another fine tutor for him, he immediately pouted, looking far from pleased. In his view, Xi Yuanli was naturally the finest master of all.

Lu Ya precisely captured the ripples interacting with Ma Qi's head, traced them upward along their origin, and sought to discover where the "brain domain" was ultimately connected.

Some people are born superior to others; they need not put on airs, yet others naturally show them respect. This is simply because they respect both themselves and everyone else.

White Snow felt as though she were sinking deeply into a pitch-black, tangled skein of yarn, unable to find a way out.

The children and slightly older youths here could speak Mandarin, whereas the adults rarely could, knowing only a few simple vocabulary words, while the elderly could not speak it at all.

This was something unimaginable in the past. Raising a pig for ten months would only yield a profit of around one thousand yuan—averaging a mere hundred yuan or so a month—whereas now, one could earn a hundred yuan in a single day.

The next instant, the laziness on Gu Feng's face vanished entirely. His expression turned unprecedentedly solemn as he gripped the steering wheel tightly.