Chapter 49: A Romantic Misunderstanding?

Shi Ran did not look back.

Clutching Fenghua's wrist, she prepared to leave.

The latter, however, seemed stubbornly intent on staying to watch the spectacle, refusing to be dragged away.

Because of this brief delay, Zuo Jiaqi quickly closed the distance.

"Ranran, I was just saying I'd come look for you later," Zuo Jiaqi said, her face beaming with joy.

......

However, given Gu Chacha's daring, gambling nature, and her skill at scheming, one would imagine she had long since been shining brightly in the live-streaming circle.

Zhou Yan instinctively frowned. The entity gave him a similarly horrifying sensation; just recalling its appearance made him shiver with dread, let alone the fact that it resided within his own body.

"Yan'er, many years ago you asked me, 'Is being born to protect the country truly what you desire?' At the time I gave no answer, for no one had ever asked me that question before. But now, I tell you: protecting the country is my duty. I have no other choice, nor do I have the luxury of pondering whether it is what I wish."

That said, it had actually fallen into decline several millennia ago, and nowadays it could not even be considered a second-tier family in the Sword Realm.

Liu Sanluo searched around several times, found no food, and slumped dejectedly onto a stool, looking utterly listless.

Li Shuoxi naturally knew what he was thinking, but this time she wanted to hear Si Hengjin make the request with his own lips.

Had he not feared that Chacha would let her imagination run wild, he would have loved to offer every beautiful thing in the world to her on a platter.

"Princess, what are you up to again?" Dai Yun asked, seeing that Nalan Yan showed not the slightest inclination to rest, but was instead placing all the pastries onto a plate.

They had agreed that no one was allowed to cry, and to let her leave in peace. Yet when a fine drizzle began to fall without warning from the sky, everyone's grief was drawn forth by the rain, and Xiuli Mountain was stained with an intense color of sorrow amidst their unbridled, tearful wails.

Sometimes people simply refuse to admit that when they tell themselves "don't overthink it," they are lying to themselves, and when they say it to others, they are lying to others.

"But the wontons at this place really are quite delicious," Chen Xing added. Seeing earlier that the girl was in a poor state and hoping she might do something to cheer her up, she had told her about this shop. Sharing humanity as they did, she wondered if seeing it might bring a little comfort to her heart.

The fate of captives is a tragic one, often relegated to targets of vent-fueled fury—or becoming items on the dining table, or being subjected to the sky-lamp execution. Only the relatively lucky ones were fitted with shackles to continue their lives as slaves.

The two subordinates following closely behind him hung their heads low with bitter expressions, terrified of becoming the venting outlets for their cold-hearted superior.

Sprinkling sesame stalks and pasting blessing couplets were absolute musts for the New Year, for in folklore, scattering sesame stalks was meant to drive away the broom star, the very last of the three hundred and fifty-six heavenly constellations.

She and Zili agreed that since Lingyue, Ji Yunye, and Pei Yingying were all at Lingshan, living away in the bustling worldly markets meant they should not cross paths with them, so they simply adopted the approach of "隐于市" (living in reclusion amidst the bustling city). Who could have anticipated that after barely a few days of peace, she would run right into this pack of malevolent deities.

Tatamu, who had been on the verge of taking his leave, seemed to remember something else. He halted his footstep mid-stride and turned to ask Babuluo, whose expression was still somewhat unnatural.

The original plan was to take action alongside the village cadres, but she also worried that the cadres and villagers might be in cahoots, naturally shielding one another and thereby causing the rescue to fail.

More than a quarter of an hour passed before He Changdi finally managed to subdue his anger. He sat back down at the table and unsealed the remaining letters.

"You actually look down on me? Let me tell you, my husband's family is worth billions. A lousy vase worth a little over ten million is absolute chicken feed to him.

She and the Princess of the Sixth Rank were both princesses, yet this Beauty Jiang only knew to send gifts to the Princess of the Sixth Rank while omitting her set—who on earth did she think she was looking down upon?

Yet the fact that Li Yuan had not killed him outright just now showed that he seemingly harbored some misgivings; perhaps killing him, or killing someone else, would lead to an even worse outcome.