Chapter 30: The Feeling of Affection and Reliance

Yu Xiangsi curled her lips into a smile, her face brimming with delight. Seeing this, Ji Jing felt a touch of helplessness; her preferences were truly undisguised.

Ji Jing led Yu Xiangsi away, and as she passed Qiao Zhilin, Yu Xiangsi flashed her a smile.

It was a blatant provocation!

Facing the judgmental gazes of her surrounding colleagues, Qiao Zhilin felt utterly humiliated.

...

The trigger for this damage value was acceptable; she had braced herself for eight or ten blows, so this was fine.

After drinking the soup, Lante felt his strength returning and decided to stand up to assist the two high-ranking officials. However, as he rose, Lante noticed that he seemed significantly taller than those around him. "Huh? Have I mutated?"

He didn't even compare to Ying Zhuo, who had such an incredible figure and always carried a precious sword at her waist... Damn it, why did he suddenly think of comparing her?

Mu Wanqing leaned lazily against the vanity, bowing her head as she idly toyed with her long, seaweed-like wavy hair.

As for these Dao Soldiers, they were a group Mei Changge had selected from the Xuanyang Dao Soldiers who were on the verge of stepping into the transcendent realm.

The kitchen stove worked well, and the bowls, chopsticks, and plates were all there, making it convenient for her to showcase her skills and create the taste of home.

Back then, Zhao Hua entered the Yue State alone, relying on his own strength to incite chaos across the four corners of the land, creating an opportunity for the Chu State to swallow Yue whole and expand its territory by a thousand miles.

Lin Dan shook his head with a pained expression; he could only sense that the energy in Tang Hui's body was fading, but he had no idea what was actually wrong with her.

Chu Chen was slightly startled. Knowing her husband’s words were reasonable, her initially joyful smile instantly dimmed.

"Doesn't that mean for every magic furnace built, the Salt and Iron Office has to pay that Count of Galloping Horses 50,000 to 100,000 gold coins?" Noli Brophy knew of his chief's love for money; it was impossible for someone of his character to spend 400,000 gold coins all at once.

Once home, Xiao Yi carried him into another room and placed him on the bed. He helped him take off his shoes, but since changing his clothes was difficult, he left him as he was, tucked him in, and walked out.

Di Ying walked over to the villagers gathered outside the woods, who were waiting to watch the excitement, and offered a friendly smile.

She remembered that when he was in middle school, someone had confessed to him, and he had claimed he already had someone he liked, yet she had never seen her.

As for why the young man was so certain that these had been sewn by his own father—rather than by Senior Sister Yue, Uncle Awang, or Aunt Li—one only needed to look at the clumsy, centipede-like stitching on the shoes.

Ye Ling looked at Ye Xiao with hesitation, worried that Ye Xiao was only saying this to spare her feelings.

Last night, he had traded cups with Old Master Shen and drank so much fine wine that he was practically sent back to his room by the servants in a drunken stupor.

In truth, Wang Qing understood that a man as calculating as Fan Wenting was like a block of ice; it was very difficult to warm him up.

As time passed, the speculation that Ye Xiao might already be dead gradually emerged, growing increasingly intense.

Just as I was feeling puzzled, a shout erupted from the house. It was A Hua's mother; like the others who had lost their minds, she came screaming out of the house.

This man had a very rugged appearance, exuding the aura of a tough guy, which stood in stark contrast to the delicate features of Pei Nanjian.

Fortunately, introductory medical knowledge did not require an understanding of how to treat illnesses or use medicine; one only needed to grasp the basic principles of human physiology and the theories of prescribing medication.

This time, he had truly struck gold. The Water Clan were indeed kind benefactors; before he had even reached Canglan Island, they had gifted him such a generous present.

When Shangguan Yong asked this, everyone mistakenly thought he had fallen asleep during the meeting and dared not tell the truth for fear of military discipline.

They saw the shattered gates of the Zhang residence and felt the thunderous impact of the wind. Then, a pair of legs connected to a torso ran out of the gate, and they saw the three of them collapse to the ground simultaneously—either sliced at the waist or cleaved in two.