Chapter 43: Who Are You Trying to Impress?

Wang Village.

Wang Jiping's couple and Wang Song's couple were locked in a fierce brawl.

A crowd of onlookers gathered all around, while Wang Xia and Wang Zhen hid in the house, too terrified to come out.

Wang Cheng was also stunned with fear; he wanted to step in and help, but was afraid of getting hurt.

The village Party secretary, the village chief, and the deputy village chief rushed over upon receiving the news to mediate the conflict in the Wang family.

Everyone managed to pull the two opposing sides apart. Wang Jiping and his wife looked disheveled, their clothes torn to shreds.

Wang Song's face was covered in dark mud, and his nose was bleeding from the beating. Being in poor health, he was no match for Wang Jiping.

The most miserable one was Li Guifen, whose hair was as messy as a bird's nest and who had lost one of her shoes. She sat on the ground, wailing and beating her chest in despair.

The village Party secretary began by scolding Wang Song and his wife, "Why on earth did you..."

A surging wall of wind materialized in front of them, blocking the incoming attack directed at Russell and Diana.

"Mom, as long as a person is still breathing, there's still a chance for her. Don't worry," Jiang Yue continued.

After penetrating deep into the hinterland via the narrow mountain path, they gradually began to see more and more people. Youths from various clans and dressed in diverse attire appeared successively. Yet Qin Feng's group of more than twenty people hardly stood out among them at all.

Yimo was also dizzily sleepy, swaying as they arrived home. She forced herself to take a shower in the bathroom and, upon coming out, collapsed onto the large bed and fell soundly asleep.

Jian Nianyun suddenly recalled the man who had appeared so abruptly that night, as well as Xiao Kai, whom she had met on the plane. She never expected him to be an awakened supernatural being, nor did she expect that he was not from this world, and even less did she expect that he would be the one to tell her the truth about her parents' deaths.

If he could cure her body, she wouldn't hold a grudge against him for peeking earlier, nor would she gouge out his eyes.

Catching her two delicate, jade-white arms in both my hands, I saw tear drops hanging on Bai Wei's long eyelashes and wiped them away with the back of my hand.

With endless wealth at home, Guo Ao genuinely could not fathom the meaning of his existence in this world. His life was entirely devoid of purpose, consisting of nothing but luxury upon luxury.

The bloodworms inside Ventrue's body seemed as though they had been immobilized by acupressure points; they remained utterly motionless, as if terrified by some formidable power. For them, this was undoubtedly a stroke of good fortune.

The master and mistress of the Lu estate had always doted on Lu Fangsi, turning a blind eye to his obsession with a maidservant. As long as Lu Fangsi was happy, anything went.

"An in-app purchase model similar to League of Legends and DOTA2, featuring gun and character skins, special effect animations, and so on." Chu He did not hide anything when Charles asked about the monetization method for Apex Legend.

It wasn't a brand-new vehicle, but a second-hand one that looked rather dilapidated. Mu Danzhu and Jun Mo examined it together and decided it was quite a bargain. After all, Jun Mo had experience fixing cars, so he took it for a test drive and found that apart from the exterior, there were no major issues. The price was acceptable, so they bought it.

"Don't tell me you aren't even willing to give me this single chance?" Shen Xiqi said with a hint of self-mockery. What, then, had these past twenty years of his life meant?

Without saying a word, he handed the breakfast he had bought in the morning to Shen Zui, then pulled her into the car.

Noble Consort Shu's heart eased. Crossing the tips of her toes, she swung her left hand with a sleeve flourish while holding a jade sword in her right. Amidst the fluttering of her colorful iridescent robes, her skirt spun into a graceful arc, and she began to dance brilliantly.

This frightened Li Yingxue, causing her just-settled heart to leap back into her throat. She coughed awkwardly, ignoring Fu Mumei's knowing, ambiguous smile, and turned on her heel to leave.

Hearing this, Feng Zisheng pressed his face against the ground, remaining as motionless as a corpse. Lian Mama turned and left without the slightest trace of attachment.

He clenched his fists tightly, staring unblinkingly at A Wan, waiting only for her to step into the spring with a splash.

"Knowing that Sister Binglong also likes Big Brother Ye, Liangchen is begging you—when I am not by his side, I hope Sister Binglong can help accompany him for me."

As a result, when his friends heard that the matter involved Ninth Master Shen, they all scrambled to find excuses to decline, refusing to be implicated in the slightest.

Alas, even as the son of the primary wife, having grown up away from home all these years, his bond with His Majesty was distant. What good was it even with a clear lineage? He would merely end up retiring to some countryside backwater. Come to think of it, the southern borderlands were even worse than the countryside.

For those who harbored the belief that entering the Hanlin Academy would allow them to reach the pinnacle of life and fully display their ambitions, this was an extremely agonizing and grueling ordeal.

Xingxing, on the other hand, was overcome with curiosity. How could anyone tell there was going to be wind? Why couldn't she perceive it at all? It was pitch black, with only a faint moonlight occasionally piercing through the cloud cover. Could it be by observing the movement of the dark clouds?

It had to be said that Qin Fengyi was thoroughly versed in political jargon. His single remark set people's imaginations running wild, leading them to believe that the late Emperor had likely given his tacit approval. If the late Emperor had intended to establish the Prince of Zhennan as heir, or—given his previous partiality toward the Prince of Zhennan—had suddenly lost his senses and permitted the southern border to forge its own armaments, it might not have been entirely impossible.

He walked over to the control console, skillfully operating the machinery on the wall while naturally edging closer to the exit.

He was highly displeased with Mengsa for arranging for Duo Te to assist him. This mad dog acknowledged no one except Mengsa and was entirely impervious to reason.

"How could I possibly harbor resentment against Father? I know he did it for my own good. But this man is simply too much!" Wu Qingqiong left the rest unsaid, but her face was filled with unmistakable contempt.

"What? Do you not want me to go to America?" Taking in the scene, Fang Yan smiled involuntarily.

Thinking the matter had come to an end, Anran and Wang Lan had just returned to the classroom and barely warmed their seats when their head teacher called them outside and led them straight to the conference room. Upon stepping inside, they saw Meng Tao and Huang Shan standing against the wall.

"Alright, see you at the Jingnan Municipal First People's Hospital," Zhao Baoyu said before hanging up the phone, and then flew toward the Jingnan Municipal First People's Hospital.

Hovering in the void, Shen Haoran spoke with a piercing edge, his quasi-emperor pressure instantly enveloping the Lei clan members present. The two clan elders of the Lei clan turned pale with fright, feeling as though their physical bodies and souls were about to rupture.