Volume 1, Chapter 65: What Future Could There Possibly Be with the Prince of An

The day of the grand wedding had finally arrived.

The rain had stopped around midnight, but the sky remained overcast and heavy with dark clouds, devoid of even a sliver of sunlight.

Before dawn broke, Xu Zhiyi was already hauled out of bed by Mammy Wu.

Everyone, previously fraught with worry, felt a sense of relief, and the anxiety and unease in their hearts dissipated somewhat.

Flicking the letter she had just received, the centenarian Yuliduolea didn't even need to look at it to guess its contents.

With Zhang Baiqi taking charge of Nanyang, they would secure reinforcements and could bring their massive army right down. Even a force of two hundred thousand Cao troops, along with the Jingzhou army and others, would be powerless against them, forced to watch as they captured the entirety of Jingzhou step by step.

Glancing sideways, although wearing a mask, Zhang Ziling could still sense that Liu Wuchen had already discovered him.

Yet, the closer he got to the so-called "truth," the more he felt that the mysteries were not diminishing at all; instead, they were multiplying.

Situ Dandan poked her head out, glanced down beneath the bed, and seeing nothing out of the ordinary, turned back with an inviting smile toward Zhao Shiwen.

The other five people in the room were all dressed in identical antique silver garments, their cuffs embroidered with a single Pill Tower insignia.

A charitable foundation was inherently a massive money-drainer, seeing as it only took in funds without generating revenue. Moreover, Qin Yang had previously stated that this foundation would not solicit donations from the general public, lest the operation grow too large and difficult to manage.

Even when elevated to the level of conflict among "Demon Gods," an immature "imitator" was still utterly incapable of surpassing her.

Yan Changlan had intended to speak when Ye Shu declined, but once Ye Shu brought those matters up, he fell silent.

The world inside the fire gate was so searingly hot that it was impossible to keep one's eyes open. This process lasted for a long time, until suddenly a cool breeze rushed against their faces, and the scorching flames vanished.

Toward this pair of so-called "biological parents," Feng Xuetong had no patience. Her brow furrowed deeply, her tone of voice was icy, and her gaze, full of disdain, landed straight on Feng Jinghua and He Fengzhu.

Upon checking the check, it turned out to be genuinely for five million! In the entertainment industry, five million was neither a huge nor a tiny sum—some celebrities made tens of millions from a single endorsement, but those were major campaigns. If five million was to be paid every month, it seemed Young Master Huo's feelings for her A-kai might just be true love after all.

Upon arriving at the county town, representatives from the warlord faction happened to arrive, and taking one look at their medicinal herbs, bought the entire stock out in one go.

Yet, she was unwilling to accept this—she simply refused to resign herself to it. Furthermore, she was now a woman belonging to the Prince of Zhaojun; she refused to believe that he would not care at all about the Prince's feelings.

Hearing these words, the expression on Zhao Shiyan's face shifted in the blink of an eye. She appeared immensely overjoyed, and tears of excitement welled up even in the eyes that had just been filled with hostility.

Xie Zhuoyan, ever since Siling—who commanded Shengjing—led his troops out of the city, Ji Gui had completely holed himself up within the imperial palace. The imperial guards surrounded the palace precinct so tightly that not even a bird could fly in, and apart from the palace, the vast majority of the military forces were distributed across the nine city gates and the Heavenly Prison.

"Of course," Luo Liwan thought happily. As long as she applied a little leverage on the side, the two of them were bound to work out.

Upon hearing Manager Ming's words, Zhou Zaikai felt that this manager had a mind as clear as a mirror. He couldn't help wondering why the original host had ended up with Bailouyu later on, and thus replied.

"That's pretty much the gist of it. Anyway, they kept asking me where the gun was, where I threw it, and questions like that. How on earth was I supposed to answer that..." Wen Xu spread his hands to show his innocence.

Yet Jin Yishan's telegram dropped like a stone into the ocean, receiving not the slightest response. He instantly knew that Zhang Yun had no solution for this situation either.