Chapter 58 Granting You One Condition

Sang Ye felt too embarrassed to continue listening, so she picked up Yunduo and retreated into her own room.

Midway through, Yunduo dropped its ball. Extending its paws, it cried out anxiously in a meow, "My ball, my ball..."

Yet, feeling somewhat guilty, Sang Ye still carried it inside.

When Pei Jun emerged, both Sang Ye and Yunduo were no longer in the living room.

Giving his still-dripping hair a few casual rubs with a towel, he walked into the guest room.

As Sang Ye held Yunduo on the bed, she overheard—

Mo Leng felt utterly helpless. They had traveled from the borderlands to the capital, concealing their tracks the entire way. To the people of Great Xia, the Seventh Prince was already dead.

Mi Bei rested her chin in her hand, earnestly studying Yuan Yan beside her with the appraising look of someone inspecting a homegrown piglet ready for market. Yuan Yan was still deep in the recollection of Mi Bei's previous words and remained completely oblivious to being scrutinized.

"Sigh, look at all these wealthy folks. I'm just here to watch the show," Chen Xuanqi said, leaning back comfortably in his chair as he listened to the continuous stream of bids echoing from below.

Aside from Feng Cheng, the only other person capable of pulling off such a stunt would be Feng Cheng's father. Since Feng Cheng was already involved with her, that left only his father.

"President Feng's high fever came on far too violently. He certainly failed to get proper rest over the past period, and coupled with prolonged exhaustion, it easily accumulates into illness. This time can be considered a warning signal from his body. President Feng must pay close attention to resting in the future and must not squander his health simply by relying on his youth."

Well, never mind then. The two of them had always been on good terms; not speaking upon encountering each other would be the abnormal thing.

With her snacks snatched back and her thermos flask taken away as well, everyone obediently settled back into their respective seats.

Only... now... He lowered his gaze, his eyes reflecting nothing but the image of Tang Yue. The candlelight was gentle, making the beauty look like a painting.

"A thousand taels of gold, plus your promise to grant me one condition." Chu Yun lightly stroked his chin, certain that he would not refuse.

Consort Feng had been foolish for a time, but now her wits had finally returned. She bolted straight toward Lin Yanchi's palace, convinced that Lin Yanchi was plotting against her. Although she harbored some internal dissatisfaction toward Miaoli, especially regarding Miaoli's aloof and condescending attitude, she would never have had the audacity to act without Lin Yanchi fanning the flames behind the scenes.

The meals she ate were neither more nor less than usual, and as soon as she finished dining, she headed straight to the embroidery room to catch up on her workload.

The slender sword thrust toward the right side of Wang Xingren's body. This was Wang Xingren's innate disadvantage—he possessed no right arm, only a left one. Han's fighting style seemed somewhat... despicable? Still, there was no other choice; who told us to be inferior in skill?

The Fourth Young Madam was already shouting wildly in her heart: *Hit her! Hit her! Hit her! Hit her hard!* The blood throughout her entire body felt almost boiling. Her eyes were opened wide so she could see everything clearly, without missing a single detail—she intended to vividly recall this very moment in the future.

Under normal circumstances, I might have employed the method taught by Mother Rabbit: turning slightly sideways, intentionally or unintentionally glancing back, and using body language to invite those men over to strike up a conversation. But lately, my romantic prospects had been blooming overwhelmingly. The myriad blossoms were already dazzling enough to blur my vision. I had no mood left to flirt.

Before issuing their comments, those two had already anticipated such an outcome. Moreover, because they frequently played games of this sort, they had long been prepared and deliberately pretended to be blind, directly ignoring Ouyang Xinrou.

She pulled a very fine and sharp golden hairpin from her white hair and walked toward Li Xunhuan through clenched teeth. Astonishingly, Li Xunhuan remained calmly seated, steady as Mount Tai.

Yang Mo looked toward Shen Weiyan. Shen Weiyan knew how to draw blood, but under the gaze of the crowd and constrained by strict social etiquette, she still had to observe the most basic rules. Otherwise, some distant, unrelated clansmen would surely drag her away.

"Well, General Qin's illness and physical condition are entirely treatable, it's just extremely troublesome, so everyone needn't worry too much. However, because General Qin currently harbors far too many chronic injuries and hidden ailments, if we were to administer medicine to treat his consumption right now, his body simply might not be able to bear it."