Volume 1, Chapter 56: What Exactly Will It Take for You to Forgive Me

Startled by his sudden words, Shu Xingruo jerked upright, accidentally bumping into Ji Yanli's face—a touch that ignited a spark deep within Ji Yanli's heart.

I gently shook my head, dismissing any further thoughts. No matter how wealthy he was, it had nothing to do with me. My mission today was to kill; once the deed was done, I would leave immediately without lingering a moment longer.

If tattoos could truly manifest whatever they depicted, one might as well tattoo the Monkey King onto their body and become the Great Sage Equal to Heaven. To be honest, that would at most make people think you were just a clown sent by the monkeys.

Afterwards, when Feng Jie woke up, the world had already returned to peace. The cleanup operations were handled by governments around the globe, leaving Feng Jie with nothing to worry about except reviewing the reports submitted to him later.

Wanyan Liang turned back to look at her, holding his long blade in a reverse grip, his eyes ferocious. That expression was unmistakably the same madness Emperor Xizong displayed when he killed while drunk; after all, they had always been the same kind of person.

Ye Junyi nodded in agreement. Thus, old man Yu drove the cart back into the city, stopping in front of an apothecary. Flower Aunt and old man Yu took the herbs into the shop, leaving only Ye Junyi and Lou Zhengming behind in the cart.

The maidservants in the main parlor could no longer contain themselves. Filled with righteous indignation, they grabbed whatever tools were close at hand—brooms, chairs, or clubs—and joined the chaotic brawl.

Could it be that I was about to experience a damsel-in-distress rescue today? A surge of momentary excitement fluttered through Jian Wei's heart as she quickly turned to look at the speaker.

"No, this imperial princess is speaking. Let's see who dares to manage me!" Even at this moment, Xuanyuan Zilian was still clinging to her status, hoping to use her royal identity to oppress others.

The moment he opened his eyes, he realized something was wrong. That terrifying intuition of his, often likened to future sight, vaguely told him that something felt amiss.

Without paying her any attention, Xu Ziyuan handed the well rope that had just been lowered down to Ye Junyi, telling her to tie it around her waist. He then scaled the well wall himself, and once outside, used the rope to pull Ye Junyi up.

Earlier, the first-class private had acquired a weapon bestowed by a deity, arousing the dissatisfaction of the second-, third-, and fourth-class privates who accompanied him. Now, seeing that same first-class private inexplicably suffer a setback, they approached him with looks of bewilderment.

As he spoke, he even subconsciously pulled the quilt over himself to wrap up tight, adopting a posture as if he were deathly afraid that Ye Shanghan might suddenly pounce and beat him up.

Huilan: I once heard someone say, "Habitual rule-breakers are invisible killers." Is it really that serious? Isn't that a bit of an exaggeration?

With that, Ye Shanghan poured two cups of tea with practiced familiarity, keeping one for himself and handing the other to Fu Yange.

Meanwhile, Zhou Ziyuan remained seated on the fabric sofa, watching with a complex gaze as Xiao Rong disciplined the communications soldier for quite a while. Slowly, she shifted her gaze away, looking toward Yoshikawa Masakichi, who was hastily darting his eyes away to avoid her look.

Words alone were unconvincing, and remembering that there happened to be a counterfeit Ming dynasty armillary sphere in the parlor, Jin Siniang went into the inner room and brought it out.

Seeing the two of them embracing for over ten minutes without parting, the corners of his mouth turned slightly bitter, and an inexplicable pain gripped his heart. He slipped out from the depths of Wang Ling's consciousness, drew a deep breath, and shrank himself down to the length of a palm.

Fortunately, we eradicated them before they matured; otherwise, had we allowed them to feed on human flesh long enough to attain spiritual power, they probably would no longer have been adversaries we could handle.

Reaching out and pointing a finger toward Feng Ling, a wispy, pitch-black power of destiny transformed into cursed chains and surged straight toward her.

After all, he saw very clearly that while Tianyin's marriage could be smoothed over through public relations, the fact that she had a child out of wedlock could not.