Volume 1, Chapter 30: Do Not Collude with Outsiders to Defraud Your Own Kin

Under normal circumstances, such a secret court affair would be impossible for a sequestered woman like Xu Zhiyi to know. However, Qin Huaisheng’s mother, though lacking in sense, was exceptionally fond of gossiping about neighborhood trifles. In her younger years, a fellow villager of hers had entered the palace and eventually became a head matron for one of the imperial concubines.

Jiang Yun nodded, feeling even more dissatisfied with Zhong Sihong in his heart. Mantou was a fine warrior, such a wonderful girl; if Zhong Sihong had acted back then, she wouldn't have had to die. As for the third-grade treasure robes, Jiang Yun originally possessed two Frost-Covered Robes from the Kunlun Sect, one of which was shattered during the underground battle, but now he had three again.

Just as Li Jie had guessed, the two J-10B fighters followed their Osprey tiltrotor aircraft as it dove for an emergency landing. They did not open fire, and after the Osprey landed, they pulled up their noses and flew away.

Frank wanted to curse, but he stopped halfway through; after all, no matter how casual he might be, he couldn't afford to be so crude as to curse—he wasn't some Nevsky.

As they spoke, the Prince of Lanling took the lead and entered the astrologer’s house; the door was already shattered, posing no further obstacle.

He had a premonition that the Qing army’s one-day pause was certainly not for vacationing, resting, or finding women. Within a hundred-mile radius, the common folk had long since fled, and not a single living soul could be found. Aside from heading into the mountains to hunt rabbits and wild boars, there were no other forms of entertainment.

Seeing me shift to the side, Ranran hesitated for a moment before following suit. Master turned his head to glance at us, gave a subtle nod, and said nothing more.

The squares were mostly symmetrical geometric shapes, forming a system where the main and secondary axes were clearly defined. The layout here was simple; the streets were straight, zigzagged, or geometrically curved. The squares and streets formed a grid, a circular radial pattern, or a geometric layout that was either axially symmetrical or asymmetrical.

Princess Qi laughed so hard she rolled onto the floor, and her posture left her with her round bottom stuck in the air, which made Jiang Yun quite embarrassed.

Chen Zhuo looked at the wine bottles scattered across the ground behind him and his two junior brothers, who were still fast asleep. He grinned, then vanished deep into the bamboo grove.

"Why wouldn't I be able to tell you? Great-Grandmother, I just wanted to ask if Great-Grandfather is going to the temple fair, and if he is, could he take me along?" Lin Yuxiu, unbothered by her nineteenth great-grandmother’s teasing, simply acted spoiled.

"How could a person of true integrity accept charity? Naturally, only cowards and spineless people would be tempted by money," Cheng Mo said with a calm tone, piercing through the truths of the world in a single sentence.

Only now, having regained her connection to him, the Main God—who had assumed he was in danger—questioned him out of curiosity, wondering what kind of person he could have encountered to be able to block her perception of him, especially upon seeing that he was completely unharmed.

Facing the questioning reporters, Tang Zheng smiled and, without another word, turned and left.

Turning westward, they soon arrived at the Huitong Hostel. The garrison commander personally entered the hostel to report, and together with the hostel official, they proceeded to the side courtyard.

Killing an official was equivalent to rebellion, and Shen Ding represented the imperial court. If he were to truly fight him… Liu Ze’s heart skipped a beat, and he could not continue his sentence. He looked up at Cheng Mo, hoping he would say something to ease the tension, but he saw Cheng Mo’s thin lips pressed tightly together, remaining silent for a long time.

If Qin Su hadn't been lying with her back to the door, she would not have dared to guarantee that her expression hadn't changed in the slightest.

"Let’s just use this name. Once you get used to it, it’s just a name, and it’s easy to remember too. That way, everyone won’t have to think for a long time when they want to call me," Damao laughed.

If Wales reaching the Euro semifinals was a dark horse, then Portugal reaching the Euro final could be called a super dark horse, because Portugal’s overall strength was only second-rate in Europe, making their advancement to the final quite unexpected.