Chapter 44: Planting the Blame

"What time do you need to find now? Remember to call me your sister?"
Shen Qingyao brushed off Shen Mengyi's hand, her words ringing clear and resolute. "Why bother looking for another time? Everyone is here, let's just settle it right now."
Shen Mengyi's face gradually turned pale. She bit her lower lip, frantically searching her mind for various excuses and explanations.
Unfortunately, Lu Shaojun also began to press Shen Mengyi for answers.
"Mengyi, you said you no longer wanted to transfer to Beijing. Didn't we already talk this through and agree on it?"
Softly whispering her name, Ruan Zhinan could no longer suppress the joy in his heart. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pressed her back down onto the bed, then covered her body with his own.
The man sneered derisively, "Marry her, my ass! We've only known each other for two days and she's already this loose. If I were to take her home as a wife, wouldn't I be cuckolded every single day? The moment she sees a man with a little money, she can't wait to climb right into bed with him. Shameless bitch! Bah!" With that, the man spat and strode away without looking back.
True to his expectations, the Mo family used their network of family connections to directly wrest control of the Mo Pharmaceuticals Group away from Mo Tianlong.
Just as the two of them stepped out of Suyang University, an elegant and dashing young man walked toward them.
The burly fellow was dressed in a camouflage military uniform, with a large black backpack slung across his shoulders, two handguns tucked into his belt, and a domestic Type 95 automatic assault rifle cradled in his arms. He also had a military-green bag slung diagonally across his body, which looked heavily laden—judging by the appearance, it seemed to be stuffed with explosives.
I had been away from the city for far too long. The road was bumpy and full of potholes, yet the off-road vehicle sped along while remaining remarkably smooth.
To put it without exaggeration, even if Cheng Song wanted to take her on two-on-one, Huo Pouyun would still have to fight him with one hand tied behind his back; otherwise, winning would be nothing more than a pipe dream.
Rumors such as the mistress taking advantage of the elder master's business trip to engage in an illicit affair with the second master... How the second master stubbornly refused to marry simply to wait for the elder master to die so he could take his widowed sister-in-law as his wife... A few of the more daring gossips even went so far as to spread the rumor that the biological father of the child in Dai Chun's womb was actually someone from the Manchu nobility rather than a commoner.
As one can see, it is hard to achieve anything without support. It was only at this moment that Han Chengying realized she was truly the embodiment of the saying that when the tree falls, the monkeys scatter, and when the wall collapses, everyone gives it a push.
If the founding ancestor of the Immortal Alliance Palace had not fallen and had instead ascended to become an ancient sage, why would he stand by and allow the destruction of the Immortal Alliance Palace?
Sensing the immense commotion originating from the direction of the Violet Qi Valley, the giant hand angrily lunged toward the defensive grand array formed by the cultivators of the Violet Qi Valley.
Ghost-raising techniques in Tanfang Town were generally characterized by the manipulation of talismans and spiritual entities, rarely involving the keeping of living creatures. Only in Xichuan was this craft developed to a dense and widespread degree.
Yet the surroundings remained utterly serene. A circle of people either averted their gazes or pretended not to hear, paying me no mind whatsoever.
"Could that young master Huang be a ghost cultivator specializing in the ghostly arts? Otherwise, why would he choose this nether-domain as his mother's final resting place?" Han Long muttered inwardly to himself.
Before the arrogant man could even speak, Song Xue柔 chimed in first, "Wang Cong, stop making things up. I have nothing to do with you at all."
Kongzhenzi knew that Huangfu Yingzi would not deceive him. Upon receiving this news, he was struck dumb, standing frozen in place on the spot.
Zi Donglai waved his hand, and immediately a dozen figures clad in black emerged one after another, each holding a white token in their hands.
"Phew!" Hearing Robert's words, the heavy stone weighing on David's heart finally dropped back into place. That killing god Han Long was right nearby; if he were to find out that the Oriental man had been killed, it would cause a catastrophe, and he would undoubtedly be the very first person to die.
"Which other leaders from the ministry are still here?" Lin Xijun asked. This operation was spearheaded by the Ministry of Public Security; no matter how high his rank was, his role was merely to assist and obey.
A cold sweat beaded thickly and densely across her forehead. Su Wanrong had not anticipated that the Empress would be so sharp, completely casting aside her usual magnanimity, let alone leaving no room for retreat. Was her desperate gamble of threats and straightforward honesty ultimately right or wrong?