Chapter 51: Reporter Su Shang

"He..."
Shen Qingyao was choked by this question.
Would it be inappropriate to mention Jiang Yan directly?
Furthermore, Jiang Yan was only missing; it did not necessarily mean he was injured.
That's right, why hadn't she thought of that?
The moment she figured it out, Shen Qingyao felt a wave of regret.
She suddenly wanted to take back the half-steamed bun she had given to the plump woman, but it was already too late—the woman had already bitten into it.
In fact, Princess Ximiao's agreement to the political marriage back then had been genuine. The Grand Emperor had not forced her; it was entirely her own voluntary choice.

"There's no need for now. Just try your best to gather the evidence and wait for my call. I don't want to let them off so easily." Su Yang had already made up his mind.
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Ultimately, after some inquiries and multi-party verification, Zhang Yifan was certain that Fatty Jian's intelligence must be authentic and that the mysterious medicinal garden probably truly existed, which finally allowed him to set his mind at ease.
For some reason, this time setting off, Ye Wainuo always felt very heavy in her heart. She couldn't help frowning, with a lingering sense that some major event was about to happen. Everyone headed toward the River of Oblivion once more; they knew what kind of place that was—the inevitable path for mortals undergoing reincarnation.

"Don't worry, brother~" After saying this, Lin Zidan glanced at Zhang Jing, who was still lingering there, patted him on the shoulder, and walked outside.

Yet, things had already reached this point, and Long Taiqian had no other choice either. If he didn't clear this matter up, once the relatives sitting behind the long table leaked the news, the Long family's position in the stock market would likely suffer a violent shock.

"Enforcer, why didn't you mention the contribution points required to be promoted to a head catcher?" Zhang Yifan continued to ask.

Gradually, the Whale saw Zhang Ran's profile and formed a plan in his mind—no, not a plan, but rather laying it out clearly for the wealthy man.

*'Twenty-four bridges under the moonlight, where does the jade beauty teach flute-playing.'* Walking across the West Lake Bridge, she scooped up some snow from the ground and blew it with her breath, scattering it all over Gongsun Xie's face.

The grand hall was lit with numerous giant red candles, and dozens of banquet tables were set up. Beggar Sect disciples shuttled back and forth guiding guests to their seats, and the noise of chatting filled the air.

Li Feng manipulated Mulan, exiting the enemy crystal and returning to his base to replenish his health pool.

Bai Xue had already darted toward the direction of the miserable cries. Sure enough, everyone was in the main hall, except that not everyone was alive.

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In the dead of night, Bian Bi'an lay lonely and depressed inside his single tent, letting out helpless sighs into the cold air.

Bai Xue gasped softly. He hadn't expected that the Heaven-Stealing Clan had actually been in hiding for four full millennia. What kind of taboo could possibly make this clan afraid to face the light of day for four thousand years?

Curiously, although Mulan was already fully equipped with six divine items, her attack power hadn't increased by much, but her health points had gone up quite a bit.

People disappeared because they died, but not everyone was dead. Many things, once explained, were actually quite simple; most things in this world were merely foolish people disturbing themselves with needless worry.

She knew that given Si Qi's personality, since he was going to rescue his close friend, it would be understandable even if he left without saying a word. Yet now, Si Qi actually took the trouble to inform her specially, which meant that in Si Qi's heart, she already held a very good position.

Early the next morning, Wang Peng led his subordinate soldiers to bid farewell at Yashan to those returning to Hong Kong Island. However, from beginning to end, they never got to see General Zhao's true visage, yet they had already regarded him as a grand figure akin to an immortal.

Facing Bian Bi'an's closely linked and rigorous reasoning, even Yuan Xiang had no choice but to bow his head and concede defeat.

Everyone seemed not to have heard his words and began discussing tomorrow's trip into the mountains to pick dawn-mist grass, further asking Qian Yixiu about some of the details.

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