Chapter 17
Lu Jingcheng was speechless. “Do you even eat it? The stuff I don’t eat—you don’t eat either, right?” Bai Le: […]
Lu Jingcheng was speechless. “Do you even eat it? The stuff I don’t eat—you don’t eat either, right?” Bai Le: […]
“Yeah,” Ye Qingyang replied. “Your aunt really isn’t a decent person.” Lu Jingcheng cursed, then suddenly seemed to think of
Ye Qingyang recited classical poems with everyone, did the morning exercises, and then sat through a math class. When Chinese
Ever since parting with Li Huai at the gate of the Imperial City Directorate, Meng Xizhao had not seen him
Inside the courtyard, Cui Ye still held Meng Xizhao’s wrist. “Why are you running?” Meng Xizhao, flustered, pointed toward the
The Yue Kingdom occupied an awkward position. It wasn’t strong enough to dominate other states, yet it wasn’t weak enough
Zhou Gui arranged a table of simple home-cooked dishes in his courtyard, following Xiao Chiye’s instructions. When Shen Zechuan entered,
Shen Zechuan had acquired Qi Huilian’s lifetime of knowledge within the Zhaozui Temple. When he had knelt before Qi Huilian
News of Han Jin’s rash advance had reached Qu Du, causing a sensation. The few surviving Jinyiwei returned with a
“God of Wealth, tell me—is there a chance this is just someone here to swindle a reward?” Wu Ping gave
Xie Yan had bought several anthologies of essays, some collections of adult writers, poetry collections, and even some recent chess
When someone shouted, “He definitely will not pass!”, the others immediately echoed the same words in unison. Ji Mingzhu finally
The next day, Qin Sizheng woke up in the man’s embrace, right arm outside the covers, left hand under his
Lu Xianqing woke after just over half an hour. “Bring me some water.” He Xing handed him a glass. After
It was hard to communicate over the phone. He Xing brought materials directly to the set to check on Lu
The “fox spirit” told him not to cook dinner today—they’d eat out, and they’d get Geng Wang to return the
In the end, Pei Qingjian didn’t let Lan Xingchen fry the boxes himself. The reason was simple—hot oil is dangerous,
“What did he say?” “He said we’re friends.” Pei Qingjian nodded. “Then we’re friends.” “Then we are?” Zhou Pengyue enunciated
Hearing this, Zhan Buxiu instinctively clenched his fists. “What I do is none of your business,” he said. Meng Xizhao
The emperor wasn’t particularly shocked—just dazed. Meng Xizhao’s tears were so childlike. Unlike ministers who cried to show loyalty, or