Chapter 107: Conspiracy

Chu Ruoyan stood frozen, Liyan’s words echoing repeatedly in her mind. She bit her lower lip hard until she tasted the metallic tang of blood.

"The path of thorns... I can walk it, of course." A ruthless glint flashed in her eyes. "Chu Yuyao, just you wait. I will never lose to an anomaly like you. Everything I have lost, I will reclaim with my own hands."

She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and turned to leave, only to catch a glimpse of Yun Shuwan leaning against...

"Feeding me? Clothing me? Isn't that all just out of your own guilt?" Wang Hao sneered.

Tang Zhaozhao sat at the table, resting her chin in her hands as she pondered deeply. As the sky grew darker and more profound, she was forced to stop her thoughts, turning instead to wash up before heading to bed.

I leaned against the dilapidated wall, gasping for air. Ye Huan crouched not far from me like a cat, blinking as she watched me.

"Tell me... Commissioner Qiu, why are you digging up the ground again? The soil here is loose; if you dig too much, the ground might collapse..." The Earth God looked at Qiu Ping, his face etched with helplessness.

The gods had forgotten to cast their spells, staring blankly at the ferociously aggressive little mud loach.

***

A sharp arrow pierced the cold wind and drove into Feng Jing’s chest. Feng Jing looked at Tang Zhaozhao, a single tear spilling from the corner of his eye as he collapsed into the lake.

The Prime Minister stroked his beard, studying Tang Zhaozhao. She straightened her back involuntarily, fearing her etiquette and manners might be lacking.

Back then, the eldest brother had promised him that if he were ever to be without a son, Hao Nan would provide for their old age.

Lin Jiayi’s expression stiffened; she shot a cold glance at Tang Luoxue, who, unafraid of such icy looks, merely pulled a face.

A large part of the reason Mountain Tiger became the second-in-command of the bandit gang was his aptitude for defense.

Perhaps someone who only begins to strive at forty has lost the chance for immense wealth and status in this lifetime, yet they can still rely on their own hands to create enough prosperity to live a full and dignified life.

Did she really think those in power chose people for the palace based on their moods? That the late Emperor was moved by her aunt’s true love and acted on a whim to bring her into the palace? She was far too naive.

It was just a broken engagement. As for Du Mingwei’s marriage, didn't the Du family initiate the cancellation with the Prince of Zhennan’s estate themselves?

After all, in his eyes, what beauty in this world could compare to the soul-stirring sight he had just witnessed?

The experienced veterans on the Brazilian team saw through Ji Yuning’s shortcomings: he was most threatening during counterattacks, but in static positional play, he hardly knew how to play at all.

Perhaps the first impression many had upon seeing this old man dressed as a Taoist priest was: is this priest going to fight for the position of temple master?

***

Chu Ling, leaning against a cushion without moving, stared intently at the approaching figure. Compared to their first meeting in the East Plaza, Li Zhong looked weary.

In that instant, a deluge of profanities flooded Ling Wei’s mind—every curse she had ever read online. Unfortunately, before she could utter a word, Jian Sichen returned.

After a while, the sounds of fighting outside ceased, followed by the sound of a keypad being pressed. A second later, the door opened.

In an instant, he caught the faint, elegant scent of orchids. The fragrance seemed to carry a magical power, one capable of soothing the soul.

The Xuanhuang Great World had once been a place of clear spirits and vibrant landscapes, a truly captivating realm.

She was unwilling to risk such a cost to fulfill her selfish love. She was afraid. Shen Suibai might not remember, but she was terrified.

Gu Shuixiu nodded. This was the standard arrangement for a normal family; it was only Dong Qinyan’s situation that was special. Had she not been worried about complications, Gu Shuixiu would have wanted to keep her through the New Year.

"You were the one who told me not to sit, and now you’re telling me to make myself at home?" Su Ling thought to herself while looking at the teacher, though her backside quite instinctively adhered to the chair.