Volume 1, Chapter 25: This Is the Drink I Actually Spilled

Jiang Jinshu gently raised a hand to signal Su Yunyan to rise, though the coldness in her tone remained undiminished.

"Why have you come here today?"

Feeling that the situation had spiraled far beyond his control, Prince You Yao decided to inform his grandmother of the matter.

After a long silence, Bai Gongsha suddenly pulled back the carriage curtain and threw herself into Wang Yan’s arms, only to be tossed back into the carriage by him. Wang Yan then barked a stern reprimand from outside.

After half a year, being bathed and attended to by someone so thoughtful again felt incredibly comfortable and wonderful.

Wu Ming was indeed a bit annoyed; he had always disliked being disturbed while practicing martial arts, whether before or after his amnesia.

Seeing the gravity in Liu Ye’s words, Liu Qian no longer declined. He ordered Cao Zhang to retrieve Cao Cao’s official seal and head to the main military tent to muster the generals. Cao Zhang, having already received instructions from Cao Cao, dared not delay.

Wu Xi and Zhao Huan looked at each other, nearly bursting into laughter. Had Zhao Ji not been trying so hard to feign grief, Zhao Huan would have liked nothing more than to sit down and have a good laugh.

He granted Feng Liu and the others significant autonomy; as long as matters fell within their jurisdiction, Wu Xi would never interfere, leaving them to figure things out on their own. This was precisely why Feng Liu and his companions enjoyed working there.

Those in the flesh trade were to pull out all the stops tonight to serve the soldiers, and they would not charge a single penny. Silently supporting the grand cause of the imperial court from the shadows, they considered it their contribution to the foundation of the state.

The soldiers of the Huben Battalion fled in all directions, wailing for their parents, but their grasp of mathematics was clearly lacking; they had failed to calculate that two legs could never outrun four. Countless were overtaken and cut down. General Guan, possessing a penchant for destruction, ordered his men to set fire to all the trampled tents. In an instant, billows of smoke rose, and flames soared into the sky.

One must understand that Wei Zishu had an incredibly strong-willed personality. To be defeated by Ye Feng time and again had long since left her humiliated.

You Jiu was sitting in the main hall soliciting guests. Many patrons had already offered a price for a night of intimacy with her, but she remained hesitant, waiting for an even better offer.

Liu Zihua looked at his expressionless face. She could detect no fluctuation in his tone, nor any notable change in his demeanor; he did not look like someone telling a lie at all.

"These are things you would know with the slightest inquiry. Don't look like a country bumpkin," Lin Xiu said, speechless.

Xu Mo’s heart suddenly fluttered in panic. As it turned out, the one thing he feared most was this kind of soft, romantic assault. He hurriedly turned his face away and retreated several steps in haste.

In the past, she could see him as soon as she got off work, but now, Liu Zihua seemed to have been overthinking; it appeared that without Lin Miyang there to pick her up, she had no other chance to see him.

Although Xu Zheng’s mind was racing with a thousand thoughts, strictly speaking, only a few blinks of an eye had passed.

All the seafood in Jiangzhou City was monopolized by Li Kai; if one wanted high-end seafood, Li Kai’s establishment was the only source.

A mouthful of fresh blood sprayed from Cai Jie’s mouth. He stared at Xiao Ye with eyes full of disbelief.

"Are you the miracle doctor?" He asked, staring at Kuang Dejun. "And is he the miracle doctor’s assistant?" He pointed to Li Jian, then extended his hands, wishing to shake hands with both of them.

Those men were immediately as energized as if they had been injected with adrenaline. They pushed their items into the room, completely ignoring Lin Feifei’s cries. There was no helping it; before they arrived, Sister Viky had specifically emphasized that this was a major deal with a distinguished guest, and had laid down a harsh ultimatum: if they finished the job well, it was one thing, but if there were any delays, they were to pack their bags and leave immediately.

"It’s nothing; he was drunk last night," Jun Moshen said nonchalantly, a trace of faint anger coloring his expression.