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That kind of scene could only truly evoke such overwhelming awe when witnessed with one's own eyes.

This instantly brought something to mind: Wang Haiyan was precisely such a genuine and straightforward person, one who spoke her mind without reservation.

Those words sounded pleasant enough, but if she truly felt that way and genuinely cared for Cheng Dui so much, why didn't she take Cheng Hua in when she was driven out by her husband's family, and why didn't she protect her when she was being bullied?

After some adjustments, the clothes finally fit her properly. She even unbraided her hair, imitated the country men by twisting it up, and wrapped it in a coarse cloth.

Yesterday was their wedding day, yet they slept in separate rooms last night. She had prepared breakfast for him herself, only for him to say she was making a bother of herself.

With the turn of the year fast approaching, every palace was bustling frantically with preparations for the New Year festival. Wanyan had been run ragged, and having finally snatched a rare day of rest, she went to the side hall to visit Noble Lady Wen for a chat.

For he knew that his master had not left the capital for this place simply because he favored an untethered life; part of the reason must have been that the Emperor had taken away his beloved while he was away fighting bravely on the battlefield.

"What is that supposed to mean? Didn't we agree that Brother Lin was only going to pretend to be her boyfriend for that single day? How did it turn into reality today? Hmph, Brother Lin, care to explain?" Guo Sisi snorted.

"The art exhibition has concluded, so I must ask the two of you to leave." Ye Qianqian's words were naturally directed at Bo Dongting and Shen Juan.

Wild boar meat inherently possesses certain therapeutic effects for treating emaciation, weakness, blood in stool, and hemorrhoidal bleeding. When combined with Angelica sinensis—which nourishes the blood, harmonizes blood circulation, regulates menstruation, relieves pain, and lubricates the intestines—along with Codonopsis pilosula, which invigorates the spleen, replenishes vital energy, and promotes fluid production, its efficacy is further enhanced.

In martial arts duels of the Jianghu, employing such a tactic—even by an elder against a junior—would be considered an utter and disgraceful humiliation unless both parties shared the same martial lineage, deep-rooted ties, or one was a figure of immense moral authority while the other was clearly in the wrong. Otherwise, the two sides would almost instantly forge an irreconcilable blood feud.

The vice president looked at the clamoring and righteous disciples, raising his voice several decibels as he sternly demanded an explanation.

Xiao Chen and his companions were arranged in the most prestigious tavern within the Demon Emperor City. Although the conflict between the human race and the demon race raged ceaselessly, a facade of peace still had to be maintained. Even if members of the demon race wished to strike at the human prodigies who had arrived this time, they had to reckon with the three supreme Saint Realm powerhouses of the human race.

The leader among them had sunken eye sockets and a sallow complexion—a dead giveaway of someone dissipated by too much wine and women. Who else could it be but Huang Xinyang?

Advancing another four or five zhang, Zhang Jingxue, Wang Beiming, and Cao Qianwan, all of whom possessed superior hearing and deep internal energy, successively caught the faint sound of groaning, which seemed to belong to a man.

At that moment, Ye Chen even began to contemplate making a move to snatch it, but sensing people approaching in the vicinity, he ultimately refrained.

"Brother! Nie Feng, it's Nie Feng!" His voice was somewhat weak, but he still managed to raise one hand to point at Nie Feng.

Were it not for this, a single Sea of Stars Token would never possess such terrifying energy as to cause their clan's patriarch—a terrifying existence who had stepped out of humanity and into divinity—to show signs of movement for the first time in countless myriads of years and manifest his presence to the outside world.

"Elder sister plans to break through her cultivation realm only when her mastery of the sword can no longer be advanced," Qinyun guessed with a curious look, expressing her understanding of this choice.

While Rudolf was lost in his thoughts, Xiao Mingyang had already contacted a friend in the UK to consult him on some legal matters.

Not long ago, the Goddess of Xiushan whom he adored had actually appeared. Alas, he wondered if she would ever appear again.

In a space devoid of the sun and moon's rotation, the changing of the four seasons, and the twelve earthly branches, lacking any units to measure time, she had no awareness of time's passage. She grew quietly, driven by no particular purpose, simply because such was her instinct.

There went a thousand taels of silver down the drain. If Master Su were to find out, he would surely tear him apart. Looking at Su Minglang, who was beaming with delight, Su Mingfen felt like crying without tears.

As soon as Xiao Yi uttered those words, those who were already on the verge of howling with laughter could no longer hold it in and burst into gales of laughter one after another.

This was no longer the period when PCR had just been introduced; by now, more people foresaw the potential of PCR than the number of laboratories actually utilizing it, and the latter was already a substantial figure.

"That indeed presents a problem." Even without Cui Haoran stirring up trouble, the malpractices of corruption and bribery had existed since ancient times.

After Feng Anning departed, Shen Miao walked over to the plum blossom grove in the Yanbei Courtyard to wait for her. The plum blossoms were not in season and remained unbloomed, but the foliage was lush, dense, and thriving.

Since today's defense ceremony also encompassed the element of result appraisal, Yang Rui had to take this aspect into account.

"I am quite all right, I only drank a little. You just go and take care of your younger brother!" the old lady said, taking a small sip of tea.

Qingcheng actually had no idea what she was going there for, and found their expressions rather peculiar.

Yichen took her hand with a smile and said as they walked, "Alright, stop being angry. It was all my fault. Come, let me take you up."

What a cloudless and fine sunny day! Look at the lotus seedpods floating upon the water. Countless blossoms vie in beauty, and everyone who sees them rejoices in their hearts.

"No, I am merely going to look as the seventh brother's elder brother. As long as you don't say anything, they won't know," Yun Zheng insisted on going; he really wanted to see what on earth his younger brother's household possessed that could attract him so.

Mengqi felt a sense of bewilderment. She could not understand why she always felt that Leng Yue and Leng Yichen bore no resemblance to siblings at all. Both times they met, she felt Leng Yichen was far too aloof toward this so-called younger sister—so much so that ordinary friends were far more affectionate than these two siblings.

Old Madam Qin had been in Shengjing for four or five months. Aside from attending two imperial banquets and occasionally exchanging visits with other aristocratic families, she had spent the rest of her time within the Prime Minister's residence. Her outing with Lady Ji this time was solely because their destination was the Prime Minister's Temple.

Hua Bansha was utterly exhausted. She vaguely heard Qiao Zheng and the others calling her, but she simply could not lift her eyelids, nor did she have the strength to open her mouth, and finally she fainted away.

Thus, the group hurriedly cut short that round of discussion, yet Qin Yaner had still overheard every single word. Her expression darkened with bitter hatred. Within the cast and crew, she was ostensibly the relevant representative of the Qin Group, but because Qin Sizi's presence loomed over them, her position had instead become exceedingly awkward.