Chapter 60: Smoothly Turning the Tables

The air seemed to congeal, and Meng Yingying felt that even breathing had become difficult.

Her head spun, and her ears were filled with a constant ringing sound.

This matter should have faded into oblivion, but recently, malicious rumors had suddenly resurfaced in the capital of Bianjing. She had thought it was that cheap woman with the surname Liu who had returned, never expecting that the source of the rumors was actually Wang Yaoyao!

Who on earth did Wang Yaoyao think she was! How dare she point the finger at her!

She wanted to kill: "Nonsense! Why are you slandering me? There is no proof—"

He could not undo what he had done to her in the past, and could only treat her as well as possible now, until she recovered her memory and pronounced... a death sentence upon him herself.

This defied logic; her father did not care at all about college students or high school graduates—he must have done it for the sake of Zhang Jing.

She had originally not wanted to resign, but she would definitely have to go back in the future, and a sudden disappearance would likely arouse suspicion in the department.

Wan Qing nodded. This enhancement feature could be applied in many areas. It could be considered a good feature! Though there were some limitations, he figured they would be resolved as long as he upgraded in the future.

Tianheng's birthday banquet lasted well into the second half of the night. Lou Qingsi had always been prone to drowsiness after being injured, and especially today, she constantly felt a terrible ache in her abdomen.

"Bull whip is exceptionally nourishing for the body when stewed in soup. You can drink a few more bowls when the time comes," Ye Lengfeng said with a trace of a smile at the corner of his lips.

The rest of the people pondered for a moment. Anyway, there was still some time before the auction, so meditating here should be fine, right? Thus, the others followed suit, sitting cross-legged to begin their cultivation.

On the same night, between Anxi and Da Shi, within the territory of the Huoxun Kingdom—one of the Nine Clans of Zhaowu situated inside Anxi's borders—just outside the capital, there was a courtyard with a few rooms. Inside one of those rooms, a group of people had gathered at this moment. Many of them were merchants who had only settled there in the past two years, and among them, Han Chinese were not in short supply.

"Many thanks for the compliment, my dear wife. Are you captivated by my handsome appearance? Shall we celebrate tonight with a bang..." Ye Lengfeng said, looking at An Yujia with a smile as he bantered.

Under the gaze of the crowd, Murong Xiyang walked straight toward the testing sphere of the team where Rong Wanwan was located.

Yao Rui had been excited for half a day, only to be given a single warning by Lin Shangrong in the end: If any of them dared to leak even the slightest bit of wind about everything that had happened, Lin Haoxi could forget about ever setting foot in the Lin household again.

Lan Sijing and Lan Jingyi looked at each other in dismay. In truth, they did not know what they could possibly discuss with Su Yaqian, yet for some reason, a trace of awe toward Su Yaqian had taken root in their hearts at some unknown point.

An hour later, Rumeng had exhausted every single skill she possessed—singing, dancing, and playing instruments—yet not only failed to recapture Du Hongyu's favor and affection, but she could not even manage to help him resolve his worries. Rumeng, who was most adept at reading expressions, could tell with just a single glance that his mood at this moment remained extremely bad.

Old foxes like Guo Jin exchanged glances with one another, then drew their respective wives into the room as they walked in.

Qin Feng strode toward the upper part of the grand assembly hall, sat upon the dragon throne, looked down at Meng Fanchen with his gaze, and said indifferently.

Upon hearing Guo Zun's suggestion, Liu Ping was quite tempted. When he set out to attack the Liao Dynasty this time, he had already decided on a blitzkrieg, and cavalry happened to be the exact means to achieve that objective. Coupled with Guo Zun's rich experience and the elite nature of the cavalry under his command, the Liao cavalry might not necessarily emerge victorious against them.

Consequently, a rather short boy with a somewhat baby-faced appearance was led inside by Gou Fugui.

Shen Huanjiu tilted his face slightly to the side. He certainly knew that she was right behind him, but he paid her no heed.

He walked straight out of the living room with his backpack, talking on the phone with his back turned to them. Even though they could not hear his words, they could still feel the chilling aura emanating from his entire body.

"Boom—" A massive momentum rose from behind the gathered ministers, and then a man clad in cyan robes leaped up, his body soaring like a giant roc spreading its wings, as he landed with a stomp right onto the imperial dragon chariot.