Chapter 105: Breaking Point

"I have told you, Young Master, that if you break your word, you will bear the consequences yourself."

Ye Cangming’s gaze was sinister, his grip not loosening in the slightest.

"Who broke their word? I said I would go, so I will. But you have to give me a moment to prepare, don't you? What if saving your mother requires me to be in peak condition? I’m in a bad mood right now, my state is poor—what if my hands shake?"

She was itching with irritation, wishing she could curse every one of Ye Cangming's ancestors down to the eighteenth generation.

Ye Cangming’s eyes narrowed, his grip...

"As for that, it’s obviously Lin Mingyue. And you?" When he said Lin Mingyue’s name, Han Shenyan turned imperceptibly toward the hidden camera, putting on an expression that said, 'I am very loyal to you.'

On the large bed in the inner chamber of the Plum Palace, Tang Lu'er woke up. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw the bewitching man leaning by the bedside, his long hair hanging down, his robes open, one hand supporting his head. Tang Lu'er stared blankly. Bai Su did not speak, merely looking down at her with cold eyes, yet he possessed a beauty that was breathtaking.

Regrettably, once Qiaonali sobered up, she forgot the whole thing entirely and treated him just as she had before.

He thought to himself, surely the Prince Consort Lin was just joking. Why would a Prince Consort, who should be content as a royal relative, come to the magistrate's office for no good reason?

It was said everywhere that the Yong'an Marquis's household, relying on generations of imperial favor, ran rampant among the nobility and were quite unreasonable. Seeing them now, it seemed the rumors were not to be trusted.

Unexpectedly for Mai Zi, Ding Mei’s father turned out to be an upright soldier. After hearing what Yan Qiuming had to say, he did not doubt the truth of it for a second and stormed toward the door of the room.

At this point, even if he were to say those words, it would be a lie; what point would there be in listening? Yet, even so, Yan Qiuming was unwilling to say them.

Because Ding Mei was a soldier, the military had very strict requirements for its members, whether regarding their work or their personal morality. Once a mistake was made, the consequences could range from imprisonment to being discharged from the service.

She feared that if she looked up and met Chonghua’s eyes, she would abandon all her resolve and throw herself recklessly into his arms, falling into hell together with him.

The Dragon God already possessed a body for resurrection, but there was still no trace of Xiu’s body. Xiu must be feeling very sad.

"?! " Ji Rongyu seemed to sense something and, almost subconsciously, pulled her hand away from Mo Chenxi’s grip, looking around, but found nothing.

The Zhao State’s commanding general, in gratitude for the help in breaking the siege, sent a batch of gifts. I looked through them, and there were a few items I thought you would like, so I had someone send them back.

"In the General’s Mansion, you should address him as General, not as the Son-in-law!" Suddenly, Ji Manrou’s voice came from behind. I looked up to see her eyes red and swollen; she must have felt aggrieved last night and wept alone after returning to her room.

If one uses their own money to subsidize the state, must they earn it back in other ways? Su Huanzhang might be able to, but Wang Nuo could not.

I ordered a mocha and a slice of Black Forest cake. Yue Tang didn't like coffee, so she ordered a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.

When Gu Qingcheng returned, Jiang Se happened to be reading a book she had just downloaded at a critical moment. It wasn't written brilliantly, and in some places, it was even nonsense, among other issues. However, what was commendable was the author’s attitude and earnestness in writing.

From the beginning, Ye Cangtian knew that the Wind-Thunder Sword was extremely powerful, but he couldn't judge the tier of this fused sword technique. Now, seeing the power and destructive capability of the Wind-Thunder Sword as he unleashed it again, he was slightly startled.

By the time I said goodbye to Lin Dieyu, the sky had already darkened. In the winter of Jiangcheng, night fell particularly early; before six or seven o'clock, one could barely see the road.

Wang Nuo’s mind was a mess, but wrapped around that mess was a document that read, "Bearish on the Australian Dollar."