You were born a beauty.

At this moment, Shang Jue felt his eyelids twitching incessantly, unaware that he was already being watched.

Gu Yan and Zhang Fei connected part of the solar panels to the hotel's electrical system; after a day under the sun, several rooms in the hotel would have power.

There was no time left for contemplation—the sounds of various machines filled the air, a tremendous force surged within me.

“My husband took the silver you gave and went to argue with the manager at the medical clinic. He got his leg broken, and the money is gone,” Zhou Mei felt utterly hopeless. Things had finally begun to improve: her grandson’s illness could be cured with a few days of medicine, there was enough silver at home to last through the New Year, and with some extra work, life could slowly get better.

But those men in black suits were different. Most of the time, whatever the director said would be relayed by another man. From the movement of their lips, it was clear they weren’t from China, though what language they spoke was anyone’s guess.

“This woman is definitely suitable,” Old Wang pointed at a frail young girl whose face was smeared dark, her gaze timid and afraid to look up.

Having become emperor of the Ming dynasty, Zhu Youxiao finally understood why Ming emperors had so many hobbies. Without them, the boredom would be unbearable.

The laboratory had been closed for days and never reopened. Jiang Bai peered down through the ventilation duct and saw that no one was inside.

On Li Chunfeng’s side, he was surrounded by three masters of the Feathering Realm, unable to escape for the moment. Fortunately, relying on his extraordinary swordsmanship, Li Chunfeng managed to fight them to a standstill.

The three immediately gathered their men and followed, marching grandly into the building.

“But Miss Xueying is utterly devoted to Big Brother. If he leaves, wouldn’t she be heartbroken?” Qu Rufeng added. Murong Yunzheng nodded in full agreement with Qu Rufeng’s words.

Standing atop the city wall, Zheng Dian closed his eyes and meditated, constantly reminding himself to let the chaos outside fade away; this was the battlefield where the decisive battle would be fought. If this battle was won, everything else could be reclaimed.

Although Zhao Mingchang was the head of his clan, he was always approachable with his subordinates, and their conversations were free of so many formalities.

Zheng Dian hadn’t expected the other party to react so strongly and was momentarily stunned. But he quickly realized his previous idea had given Long Yi a new approach.

His turn was executed with remarkable agility; with a loud smack, he pushed open the door, stepped over the threshold, and strode outside.

A massive yellow fish tail lashed sharply! Yu Qiyun and Li Yaoyao cried out and clung to each other, tumbling through the air in a continuous 360-degree roll, like flies swept away by a mighty palm, tracing a beautiful parabola overhead.

The entire bar echoed with Cheng Wei Liang’s mournful singing, clear and sorrowful. Some patrons, usually indifferent to the world and focused only on drinking and chatting, turned in surprise toward the stage. Music lovers suddenly realized this Mandarin song was not so simple.

Upon seeing people emerging from the valley, the Tangut warriors immediately rose and heightened their vigilance. When Le Yiyang and his companions drew near, Tuoba Jiyu was already seated on horseback. Cui Xin’s hands were bound and a wad of cotton stuffed in her mouth. Le Yiyang’s heart ached at the sight and he hurried forward, only to be blocked by two Tangut warriors wielding their blades.

Thus, Nangong Xiao ended up in a mess, while Chu Liangchen’s disheveled look was apparent only on his face and head, his body remaining clean.

“Senior Su Momo actually knows me?” Jiang Tao, the young man, said with a bright smile.

What he had always wanted, he finally obtained, but now he was about to lose something he cherished deeply.

But how had this news spread? At noon, she saw the guards and eunuchs running by with her own eyes, and now, just an hour or two later, the matter had swept throughout Taiping Prefecture? How could such news have leaked?

“What are your plans for the future? Heh, to be honest, Old Tang did what he did for our Shishi’s sake. We can’t just let someone we know nothing about take her away, can we? We’re getting old now; all we want is to see Shishi happy. I hope you understand us.” Mother Tang said kindly.

Li Zonggui didn’t follow after them; according to the original plan, once he arrived at Tang County, he should have gone to see his relatives.

A formation descended with overwhelming force, giving Li Zhaotian no room to resist, sweeping him into the “Blood Tower.”

“Where is Yufeng?” After a long moment, Nangong Han finally squeezed these words out between his teeth. Du Maning had never seen him so bloodthirsty; the murderous intent in his eyes left her shaken. She nervously shook her head, her heart uneasy. If Nangong Han discovered it was all a lie, would he... blame her?

Events seemed to be unfolding just as the Zhang brothers anticipated. Countless ships passed through the Huangpu River each day, but not a single one stopped at the Sanxin Wharf. One day was nothing, two days nothing, but by the third day, Yuan Shanbao could no longer sit still.

Su Nian’an knew Yin Biwei wasn’t joking; Yin Biwei was entirely capable of dragging her along to watch adult education films. As for the latter comment, its credibility was much lower. She took a deep breath, pulled out a faint smile, and set about completing the task Yin Biwei had assigned.

Chenchen was somewhat moved, but upon remembering that the beautiful ink-painted clothes she had spent three months making had turned out like this, anger surged within her.