Volume 1, Chapter 41: Must It Really Be Her?

“I have wronged your mother, and I have also wronged your Aunt Jiang.”
“You may not know this, but Shen Qiming, Lin Zhaohua, Jiang Wan, and I were classmates. I have liked Jiang Wan since we were young, though she never knew, and I never told her.”
“But when Jiang Wan turned sixteen, for some reason, the fact that I liked her suddenly got out, causing a huge uproar across Rong City. It became the subject of everyone’s gossip.”
“The rumors grew wilder and eventually twisted into a story that we had been intimately involved.”
At this, Zhou’s father reached into his pocket, took out a pack of cigarettes, lit one, his eyes darkening as he shook his head self-mockingly. “Everyone cursed me...”

When Jiang Yihuan woke up, the sun was already high, sunlight streaming through the gaps in the curtains, bathing her in a lazy glow.
She rubbed her eyes drowsily and half-sat up, only to find Zhou Jingmo had already left.

“But you like to eat it.” Yu Zhi rested his elbow on the back of the sofa, propping his head up as his eyes burned intently at An Yunqi.
Yu Zhi neither refused nor feigned disinterest. When the two princesses urged him to drink, he simply picked up his glass and drank, then clinked glasses with other partners and continued drinking.

At the Qin army’s rear, military doctors moved among the civilians to treat the wounded. They had barely rested when another group of a hundred civilians arrived, having recently clashed with soldiers of the Great Wu Dynasty. Several were injured, some shouting that Qin people were trapped.

Waves rolled in, and the sea surface slowly crystallized into patches of ice, only to be shattered into countless fragments by a passing cruise ship.

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No matter how the puppet dodged, the arrows seemed to have eyes, striking with unerring precision every time.
Liao Heng flung off An Yunqi’s face in anger, turned sharply, grabbed their boxes, and left the office.

Shen Qingqing’s hand kept brushing over the box, which gleamed brightly. If she stood in the right spot, she could even see her reflection.

The howling wind swept across the large training ground outside, where the stone walls surrounding the grounds had long been shattered by two people.

By the lakeside, armored warriors stood vigilantly, their expressions grave, each holding a weapon. Along the lake stretched a broad open space.

Before the words from the “World Serpent” had even finished, a palm appeared on its forehead, causing subtle space cracks in the air from the force of the strike.

Elsewhere, the corpses of hetero-blood warriors fell outside the city walls, but at Zhu Yuan’s location, the bodies of bat eagles and over-limit hetero-blood warriors fell, with Zhu Yuan standing as the city’s sole resistance.

You City seemed quite satisfied with Elder Nine’s explanation, pulling out a hundred Xi currency from his wallet and tossing it to Elder Nine.

Among the shadow dancers, the black light was like the fusion of yin and yang. When the shadow figures appeared, everything changed: the trees withered as if struck by a blight, every grass and leaf lost vitality, and the land turned barren, as if a disaster had passed through. Even the shadow dancers themselves were completely absorbed.

The New World, compressed to its extreme, seemed to have become a black hole, dark elements of the universe condensed into black particles, swallowing the entire world.

Moreover, such incidents were not isolated in the market. If one had nothing to hide, there was no need to suspect oneself.

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The research institute’s gates were tightly closed, but this posed no obstacle for You City. Seizing a moment when the guards were on patrol, he pulled out a fine wire, fiddled twice, and the lock clicked open. You City gently pushed the door and entered the institute.

Just as Wen Ya was about to continue asking, Zhou Li had already left. She harbored many questions but found no answers.

Since that encounter with Meng Junran, after being humiliated by him, something within her seemed to awaken, enlightening her to many truths.

October was the season when fruits and vegetables ripened. A delay of a few days might mean waiting until next year.

Ji Xunyang saw the phone was connected but was at a loss for words. Just as the awkwardness settled, Song Ruosheng spoke up.

“So, how did you get your hands on such an important ledger?” The Crown Prince Yin, lazily discarding any pretense, exuded displeasure as he stepped closer, his gaze flickering to her neck.

Staring at the floor paved with cyan tiles, Wang You momentarily lost focus. In the blink of an eye, she saw Consort Ding’s embroidered shoe pause before her, and as if carried on the wind, the faint sound of laughter echoed.