Volume 1, Chapter 50: Different Acupoints-Após minha identidade ser exposta, minha ex-esposa infiel implorou de joelhos por um recasamento.(Chuva leve)

Gritting her teeth, Ye Ziqing said, "Grandfather, you must help me get my revenge. I want Fang Tao dead."

"Old Li, someone is pursuing us. If the situation takes a turn for the worse later, you run first." Looking at Old Li, who wore a look of excitement, Lin Fang suddenly spoke, catching Old Li completely off guard.

By the time the Fragrant No. 8 rice seeds were delivered and a newly formed army made its dazzling debut led by five unfamiliar old friends, Luo Luoxun was also about to conclude his journey in Tuyuhun and continue northward into the vast desert toward another realm, Chiles.

For some reason, looking into Qian Ye's stern and chilling eyes, even Qin Feng's unyielding aura faintly wavered. Subconsciously, he took a few steps back, gripped by a sudden and trembling terror.

Watching the anxious mysterious man patrol every corner of the room, Zhou Ailing also began to feel a sense of dread, along with worry for him. She had long since heard tales of the ruthless plotting, deceit, and meticulously calculated schemes within official circles; the mere thought of them was enough to strike fear into one's heart.

Yet they saw Zhang Hao take the pot and pour refills for the imperial concubines one by one. The concubines cast stealthy glances at Xue Yi's gorgeous attire, harboring a mix of praise, envy, and jealousy. Lady Qiu in particular wore an expression so sour it seemed ready to drip water, though she desperately forced herself to maintain a poker face, twirling the golden bracelet on her wrist while responding with a cold, silent sneer.

Lan Bo let out a soft murmur, inwardly suppressing a smile. This outcome was wonderful and matched his desires perfectly. Before coming here, he had expected them to demand all sorts of bizarre things—to mistreat them, exploit them, squeeze them dry, and refuse to let go until the very last drop of blood had been sucked away.

Jin Yudi pouted in silence, tears quietly slipping down her cheeks. Her father had never opposed her before; what on earth had gotten into him today to make him object to her choice?

Having spent so many years within the palace walls, she naturally knew all too well that there were countless insidious and sinister ways to harm people in the imperial court.

Qin Yi's gaze flickered as he brought his body to a direct halt. After waiting for a moment and discovering that only the young man's divine sense was present in this expanse of sea, his expression darkened. He stealthily released a strand of divine sense, which "inadvertently" swept across the youth surnamed Jin, before being "fearfully" reeled back in.

Yet they never expected that this existence, which had previously belonged to the realm of the unattainable in their minds, had now actually joined the Giant Spirit Divine Domain and would henceforth live alongside them. At the mere thought of this, a raging volcano of excitement within the hearts of all the domain lords was on the verge of erupting.

Zhou Chu turned his head to look, only to see a dashing middle-aged man in a sleek black suit and tie smiling warmly at him. With thick eyebrows and a square face, he looked remarkably distinguished. Standing beside him was a sharp-looking man wearing glasses.

Seeing that she still could not persuade A-Feng, Wan'er actually went so far as to invoke both the Empress Dowager and the Emperor: "If Your Highness A-Feng refuses to save lives, it is an act of utter unfilial piety toward the Empress Dowager and the Emperor—how could you bear to watch your elders grieve?"

At this moment, the gazes of everyone in the camp turned toward Yu Ming simultaneously. Yu Ming, however, remained calm. With a faint smile, he drained the fine wine in his cup in a single gulp, then glanced over at Zhangsun Wuji, a questioning look in his eyes.

Naturally, everyone agreed with this sentiment. As the saying goes, an innocent man harboring jade becomes a target of theft. In a place like Huaxia, the authorities always hold the final say. Even if you do nothing wrong, simply growing too large in scale is reason enough for you to be targeted.

"It doesn't smell good." Wiping away his cascading sweat, the pale-faced man rubbed the back of his head where he had been struck, the lingering pain fresh in his mind. Should Yang Lefan strike again, he would gladly shed a layer of skin and cast it to the ground, quitting this bodyguard job once and for all. Making money was certainly important, but weighing the pros and cons, what good was having money to spend if you lost your life?