Chapter 55 The End
As the plot gradually unfolded, the character she portrayed swiftly became one of the highlights of the entire series, thanks to her complex emotions and commanding presence. Netizens left comments on the bullet screens and social media:
"Absolutely captivating! Jiang Yu truly brought her to life!"
"This character is so vivid, no wonder Jiang Yu is known for her powerful acting skills!"
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However, Ming Zeye noticed those unique silver-gray eyes and that face, so reminiscent of the young Ming Heyu in the family photo he’d seen at the original owner’s house.
Still, for the sake of harmony and stability within the team—and also because most of them had been defeated by Zhao Xiangtian, or at least believed themselves no match for him—no one voiced any opposition.
Yet, after waiting for quite some time, he still didn’t hear Jiang Mengxi’s response. Turning his head, he saw Jiang Mengxi struggling to suppress her laughter, her delicate face contorted with mirth.
This frightened the constables in the room, who hurried out to help the fainted Haining and rushed him to the medical clinic.
Seeing Magistrate Liu’s respectful demeanor, he realized he hadn’t been mistaken that day, and immediately felt a surge of anxiety for Haining.
Countless people gazed up at the unbelievable spectacle in the sky. Some of them had only recently arrived, merely passing through by chance.
The spotlight shone on her. She seemed to have dressed up deliberately tonight—a deep V-neck, strappy gown, revealing just enough to stir a man’s desire for conquest. Her lips were crimson, her teeth white, a gentle smile playing on her lips. Her graceful figure was by no means inferior to any of the A-list or B-list celebrities present.
Though its strength was unimpressive and its teeth not particularly sharp, those very teeth were laced with a venom that filled all living things with dread.
As she watched the hands of the clock tick by, even Su Jiunong felt a sense of strangeness.
No sooner had she finished speaking than Sheng Liuming stepped in front of her and pulled her tightly into his arms.
With a wave of his hand, a surge of spiritual energy whisked an object from the corner of the dormitory floor into his grasp.
Though his appearance and bearing suggested youth, Daoist Guan Shan was already in his forties. The other party, being of the same generation as his master’s senior uncle, had to be at least ninety.
If only he hadn’t been so arrogant—perhaps fate wouldn’t have taken notice of someone so unremarkable, and snapped his neck, never to let him raise his head again.
When Sheng Mian opened her eyes, everything seemed hazy before her. That immense, icy sensation gripped her heart like a serpent, cold and unyielding.
Shang Lingzhu brazenly produced such a valuable object; in fact, the painting’s worth exceeded the fortunes of some present. A few eyes even glimmered with greed.
If preparations began now, filming wouldn’t be possible until late November or December at the earliest.
"It’s finally over. Damn it, Greece actually won," Chris Caspar was clearly shocked by Portugal’s loss in the match.
Though Ferguson knew the chance was slim, he suggested it anyway, hoping for the best.
"Of the fourteen scholars selected this year, the top scorer, Gao Yue, is truly without talent or learning. There must be some shady dealings behind the scenes," Chang Guan declared, holding his tablet.
"Mo Li has served the nation well; the Empress Dowager will not have him killed. But she will certainly punish the Mo family, to show that the imperial authority cannot be challenged," the Empress replied.
After Xiuwan finished tidying the inner chambers with Egret and Flying Gull and left, Su Ruhui lay in bed, cursing Xiuwan bitterly from behind her curtains.
Ye Yun, seeing his father hadn’t reached for his teacup, quickly drew his own hand back and sat upright in silence, imitating Ye Dahe’s stern demeanor.
After asking, Wang Yue immediately felt foolish—it was already obvious. If it weren’t a man, why would Duoduo insist that he shouldn’t mind?