Chapter 42
After dinner, Qi Xu, Li Kaixing, and Zhong Aiming returned to the old house. Just as they stepped inside, Qi […]
After dinner, Qi Xu, Li Kaixing, and Zhong Aiming returned to the old house. Just as they stepped inside, Qi […]
At noon, the matriarch personally invited Lin Jingxian for lunch, with Shang Yushang and He Changning accompanying her. At the
Fuhua Temple, on the outskirts of the capital. After two days of heavy rain, the surrounding mountains and forests were
Another week down. After being completely drained by 8 a.m. classes, they were finally about to welcome their first break
Shang Yuchen didn’t say a word. He had no right to. Faced with the accusations and scorn of the board
As soon as he heard that, Ling Yi reacted even faster than Fang Juexia and quickly turned the laptop away.
Although the Emperor still managed to send letters almost every day, as the army drew farther and farther from the
3AM, Beijing. A heavy snowfall blanketed the city. After wrapping up the recording of a show, Fang Juexia got into
There was no salvaging the situation now. No amount of excuses could cover up the facts already laid bare. Shang
Xie Huai brought Qi Xu into the backstage area. They’d barely walked a few steps when Qi Xu suddenly stopped,
Shuang Fu saw His Majesty enter and quickly bowed low to pay his respects. Fu Ye turned and saw Fu
The imperial palace was especially lively today. Groups of officials filled the road from Dongchen Gate all the way to
When Ti Xiao opened his eyes after the sneeze, the fluffy bundle was gone from his hands. Xiao Yao stood
On the third day of the event, the morning was supposedly for a “craft exchange” between authors—but in reality, it
Shang Yushang still showed no emotion in response to Lin Changqing’s remarks. Watching these so-called Oscar-level actors perform a drama
Shang Group’s quarterly shareholders’ meeting was held on time in the large conference room on the 28th floor. All shareholders
The room was bright. The floor-to-ceiling windows were only covered by sheer curtains, not blackout ones. When the sun rose,
Qi Xu saw Xie Huai walk in. To say he was surprised would be both true and false—he had messaged
Qin Neijian thought to himself: What does an emperor even need to prepare for a wedding? He’d never had to
Fu Ye thought about how the past couple of days had left him anxious and on edge, his face worn