Volume 1, Chapter 53: A Rival Delivers a Car to the Door, Third Uncle Tang's Intentions

An exchange of over one million silver taels was something the Luzhou Grand Money Shop simply could not produce in cash. One must consider how heavy a million taels of silver would be—it would take several carriages just to haul it. Five tons of silver, and nearly a hundred tons of copper coins.

Jian Yijun deliberately looked him up and down from head to toe, and seeing that his clothes were intact, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Granny Tao shook her head and sighed repeatedly, wondering whose path Wang Yuyao had crossed in her lifetime to deserve such a tragic fate.

"Old Man Ai, your son-in-law has come to take Qiao Hua back," the surrounding neighbors called out from outside the courtyard gate.

This time, the one who answered was Han Zhenhan. While Liu Zheng could not quite be said to follow Han Zhenhan's every word blindly, he nevertheless held a visceral, intuitive trust in him.

Not even waiting for the regular shuttle bus, Lin Jiajia hailed a taxi straight to the Y City airport, and from there caught a flight to Haicheng.

The slave trader was feigning composure, but he couldn't escape Han Zhenhan's keen eyes. Why was he agitated? Han Zhenhan hadn't shown an ounce of impatience before settling accounts with him, but the moment Han Zhenhan mentioned buying more Kunlun slaves, the man grew restless. And then there was that undisguised greed.

In the past, at moments like this, I would habitually trace the scar on his chest left by his heart surgery.

Seeing Grand Princess Jing'an and Lu Wu discussing the selection of an auspicious date, she walked over to Du Ruo and Lu Shi.

I was startled by my own clear thoughts, unable to understand where I had found the courage to think this way, to dissect such a demonic man.

"Please, Princess Consort and Lord Consort, proceed to the flower parlor for a meal. Shortly afterwards, we must enter the palace to pay our respects to the Empress Dowager and His Majesty," Aqin stepped forward and curtsied.

Ma Lin stationed himself in the center of the formation. When the Tibetan soldiers closed in to within a hundred paces, he beat the war drum once. At the sound of the drum, a thousand longbowmen fired in unison.

The next day, Gu Fang left the city accompanied by Wu Que. After a day of eating, drinking, and wandering around, she only returned reluctantly when night fell.

"Understood, this official respectfully sends off the Imperial Noble Consort." Seeing Su Xi board the sedan chair, Xu Cheng and Zhao Xiangru hastily bowed and saluted.

She had been worrying about this matter for days, unable to sleep well, and planned to catch some sleep in the department right now before starting her job hunt the moment she returned.

With that, Fu Xiujing directly hung up the phone. Wen Jiayan was his good brother, and he had no intention of keeping things from him.

"Yes, Mother." Lu Qingyi obediently lowered her head to eat. After finishing her meal, she feigned composure and left. Once outside the front hall, she lifted the hem of her skirt and ran back.

Regrettably, there was no medicine for regret in this world. Countless families had wished to become loyal supporters of the Xie clan, but a moment of greed ultimately shattered the foundations of the Zhao family.

Gao Xianzhi and Feng Changqing traveled all the way to Hexi, found Wang Zhongsi, and conveyed Li Longji's intentions.

In truth, her heart refused to believe that Cheng'an could really treat her younger sister this way. If Cheng'an was truly as he claimed today, then perhaps life could still go on.

Walking along the way, both sides were lined with stalls selling antiques, but a single glance from Lin Feng revealed that there were simply no good items among them.

Pei Shiyin's mood was turbulent, especially when she thought about Long Tingshen's complete one-eighty-degree attitude change toward Cheng Yiben, which made her feel all the more eerie.

Zou Ran felt his mind explode in that exact instant, a wave of intensely complex emotions flooding his entire body.

"Ah! Heavens... the sky is leaking!" Chen Che, who was earnestly reflecting on his mistakes, suddenly shouted. He spotted a golden fissure in the sky, so he wiped his eyes and shook Mu Ying.

Though the family members were all in the same city now, opportunities for them to sit down and enjoy a proper meal together were few and far between.

Pang Tong was engulfed in flames. He had clearly heard those words—though they were intermittent, how could anyone endure such a thing?

Fina's eyes burned with excitement. She immediately used a magic-guiding instrument to record and preserve the evidence, then stuffed the meat of the tyrannical giant crocodile into a test tube.

The four brothers thought about it and realized that Luo Qingdie's words were true. That was precisely the outcome of the morning's sparring matches, and since they had spoken beforehand, they were naturally willing to accept defeat after losing.

Charlotte stepped out, walked to the street behind the house, and located the residence of Dr. Grace.

"I hope so." Reginald shifted his heavy sword, his tone carrying little hope.

"Is the Black Dragon Society's management really this chaotic? Can random people from outside just sneak into the kitchen?" I asked in disbelief.

As their fists collided, using the striking surface of Pojun's fist as the epicenter, the puppet's body gradually faded until it vanished entirely from space. Utilizing the trace connection between Weiguotao's primordial spirit and the puppet, Pojun's energy poured instantly and entirely into that invisible bracer.

He could slay the emperor of the empire right in Freedom Square. He could part light from darkness. He could end this war.

My father had never been drunk when going out to socialize. He used to say that once drunk, one inevitably lets slip a few unguarded words, and how many people in Funing were eager to probe his thoughts.

However, Chiyan and Qin Lingyun would not travel via the teleportation array, so they had to find their own path.

There were many factors determining victory or defeat in a cultivator's duel, and cultivation level was merely one influence; spells, magical treasures, and spirit beasts all played a part.

In Madam Yao's descriptions, Xu Yingge had always believed that Zhu Hou was someone who disliked troubling others and possessed strict self-discipline, which explained her stellar reputation. Yet at this moment, Zhu Hou said without the slightest hesitation, "We can give it a try." With that, she closed her eyes slightly, her face a picture of exhaustion and listlessness.

The elves present were all deeply curious about these magical runes. Even the arrogant Huaihua lingered to gaze at them a few times. Though they did not know the true purpose of these magical runes, they could sense that they simultaneously radiated the power of nature and earth-attribute magical fluctuations.