Chapter 28: Jade Tea Makes a Fool of Herself

That night, the Prime Minister’s residence was illuminated as brightly as day. Servants scurried back and forth, all busy with preparations for the return of the Matriarch. The Great Qi Dynasty placed great importance on filial piety; the Matriarch’s recent visit to Wan’en Temple had been to chant sutras and pray for the soul of the late Master, while also seeking the Buddha’s protection for the continued prosperity of the Xie family. Xie Huaishu had returned from court early that day and, accompanied by Xu Yourong and a retinue of maids and matrons, had come to the front gate to wait. Xie Yuming was, of course, among them.

"Oh? Is there going to be a private banquet? If so, then I must attend as well." At this moment, Zhao Minning walked over, followed closely by Zhao Li.

The money given to me for medical bills back then was only two hundred thousand; could a whole company really be worth nothing more? That is impossible. How the company actually collapsed remains uncertain, and until I hear my father admit it with his own lips, no one should expect me to believe it entirely, nor should they expect me to carry this burden of hatred.

Regardless, the relief grain had been secured, and Yang Xiu, together with the Zhejiang Administration Commissioner, began distributing it to the surrounding counties.

"Minister Hu’s dedication to the nation is something I have long heard of, and I have nothing but the utmost admiration for him." Yang Xiu bowed deeply in return. He was not merely being polite; his words were sincere. In Yang Xiu’s heart, Hu Zongren was a truly upright official and a genuine hero.

When I woke, it was already afternoon. The orthopedist explained that while the left side was fine, my right knee had suffered a slight displacement. Ning Chengsen knew that to spare his foot, he had shifted most of his weight onto his right leg.

It was over ten minutes before Morton returned with a few bottles of mineral water. By then, they had already finished their meal and cleared away the lunch boxes.

I watched the flow of people near the emergency room from a distance, and a sense of loneliness welled up within me. If I were to accept the Shen family’s kindness, I would also have to accept the weight of Shen Qingzhe’s feelings; otherwise, it would be ungrateful. If that were the case, then I truly ought to leave.

My intentions were always good, but the process—time and again, so many people died, yet none of it was enough to wake me up.

Unlike a tyrant, Long Xie’s killing was more like a game of harvest—effortless, composed, and unhurried.

As my cultivation realm elevated, I felt as if I were drifting, gradually merging with the world around me.

"The Sovereign? After the late Emperor passed, none of the princes held the hearts of the people, and the great clans of Dongshui were locked in power struggles. Where could there possibly be a new ruler?" Tian Zonglin’s face was etched with mockery.

Zheng Hao was incredibly nervous and anxious. He knew well that in doing this, he was risking a charge of assaulting an officer. If the operation failed, he would face imprisonment.

Everyone stared at Liu Xian. By now, the spreading yellow flowers had almost completely covered the area beneath the skylight.

Upon hearing Qin Bingbing’s words, a wave of warmth flooded Zheng Hao’s heart. He could not have been happier; this meant that Qin Bingbing acknowledged him, accepted him, and regarded him as the ideal person she had envisioned.

Fang Qing possessed a third-grade divine vein. Although he had not yet attained a divine body, his physical form was naturally stronger than others.

"Teacher! You are like a mother to me! How could you say that?" As he spoke, tears welled in Zheng Hao’s eyes, nearly spilling over.

Long Bufan spent the entire day immersed in this joy. He had borrowed a long sword from Jiang Danxi and began to experiment, channeling his internal energy into the blade and swinging it with abandon.

"What is it, Shopkeeper? Is there some hidden difficulty?" Feng Bufan slowly set down his teacup and looked at him calmly.

"You’ve stopped running? If you’ve stopped, then just wait for death." Seeing that his attempt to show off had failed to earn him any prestige points, Long Aotian was now burning with shame and anger.

The Deep Sea had initially halted its operations because an atomic bomb had been detonated in the upper atmosphere over the South Pacific, and the resulting electromagnetic pulse (EMP) had paralyzed the Deep Sea's communications.

Tang Lili felt a bitter smile tug at her lips. She had wanted to avoid Zhou Qingshuang, but it seemed impossible. If Zhou Qingshuang were still tied to this matter, then his image would naturally linger in her mind. Yet, what right did she have to tell Kang Qiao not to think about him? A trace of a wry smile appeared on her face.