Chapter 69
After returning to the yamen, the first thing Meng Xizhao did was pour himself a cup of hot tea. Qingfu […]
After returning to the yamen, the first thing Meng Xizhao did was pour himself a cup of hot tea. Qingfu […]
In truth, if Meng Xizhao and Zhan Buxiu coordinated well—one capturing Guan Yousan swiftly while the other wiped out the
Seeing Zhan Buxiu remain silent, Meng Xizhao thought he was unwilling. “What, you think this is too much?” Zhan Buxiu
He drew Lu Yang into his mind—and into his heart. It was his first time trying this kind of composition.
Lu Yang was not greedy with his time. After finishing his studies in the morning, he would organize that day’s
Wang Meng: “…” Alright—his fault. He went to brew tea. Li Feng took the chance to ask Chen Jiu about
There’s a saying: no discord, no concord. But in the case of Song Cheng and Qin Wunian… well… It didn’t
In Ji Xingyuan’s words, Song Cheng had been a fool until he was twelve. He did not know how to
Memory is the human brain’s ability to record, retain, reproduce, or recognize experienced events, forming the foundation for advanced mental
Song Cheng waited for a while before Qin Wuyan finally pushed the door open and stepped out. He had been
The previously calm crowd erupted. More and more onlookers gathered, until someone recognized Song Cheng. With a scream, the crowd
“…Hating me, resenting Mother—that’s your choice. However you treat me, I have nothing to say. But I won’t allow you
The only thing that answered him was the echo rolling through the mountains. Ertian no longer dared to stay. In
The more silver they saved, the more goods they could take in. And the longer they operated, the more regular
“I didn’t do it!” Ye Hong shouted hoarsely. “He’s framing me! He’s making things up—I didn’t do anything!” “The recording
Wang Yue’s expression changed at his words. Furious, he snapped, “Ye Qingyang, how are you talking to me?! Is this
When the roller coaster plummeted, Ye Qingyang instinctively held onto Lu Jingcheng, feeling his body pulled downward by gravity. The
As his consciousness matured, Bai Chunian gradually regained control over his body. He sat quietly in the incubator, staring down
Bone-chilling cold pierced his thin coat. Bai Chunian tightened his clothing, but his legs trembled uncontrollably. A wave of nausea
Danli Sai Palace was now surrounded by the bomb squad. All guests were protected inside, and no one could exit