Chapter 110: The Only Chance Was Snatched Away by You

"I've waited for a year and a half; waiting another three or five years is no problem," Xu Yu said resolutely, tightening her brow as she made up her mind.

"No matter if you wait ten years, I will never change my mind," she replied coldly, her attitude suddenly turning frosty. Shen Yue frowned slightly.

"I'm concerned about you and Wen Han—"

"Anyway, you're tall, rich, and handsome; I often run into you," Xia Ge said with a playful smile.

Shen Qing’s heart burned with anger. If she could, she would fiercely beat Lin Yuanhang, both for Jue Ge and for Crystal.

Nangong Yumo felt a bittersweet sweetness in her heart. This man, fearless of heaven or earth, was now nervous and excited just because he was going to marry her.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince, I am here! You should be able to send troops as promised, right?" On the surface, Lu Nanyu appeared calm, but his hand trembled slightly.

Lu Sihan held Yan’er in his arms, his hand gently caressing her face, feeling the warmth of her skin. His fingertips trembled with a mixture of passion and fervor.

Actually, when she was with Fu Tianhan, he seldom spoke such tender words. Hearing another man say them suddenly made her uneasy and afraid.

Seeing the man’s sly and ambiguous smile, Ye Yifan was furious. Taking advantage and then acting innocent—if he weren’t in such a hurry to send him away, he wouldn’t have kissed the chair or the wall instead of him.

Suddenly, he reached out, wanting to wrap his arm around Zuo Qing’s shoulder and ask why she no longer recognized him.

Lying back in the bathtub, Nangong Yumo’s mind flashed again with the dream from that night; the scenes felt as vivid as if she had experienced them herself.

Emperor Jingyuan smiled coldly, having achieved his goal. Naturally, he could not just leave abruptly, burning bridges behind him.

"Why didn’t you go just now? You were right outside the restroom but squatted there instead of going in. I’ll go with you," Rong Wanxi said, truly believing Chu Xia needed to relieve herself.

Poetry Yao skillfully took Liu Qing’s hand, rolled up his sleeve to expose his wrist, and placed her fingers on his pulse with practiced ease.

Those dozen soldiers were all genuine people from Shu Kingdom, their homes almost all in Jinsha Royal City. After their families were slaughtered, they had wandered relentlessly. Since Du Yu founded the caravan, they had loyally followed him like brothers.

She was familiar with his breathing when he was asleep; hearing his breath now, she could easily make a judgment.

Upon hearing Liu Chuan’s words, someone in the great hall immediately responded. Suddenly, the previously quiet hall was filled only with discussion about Poetry Yao and her zither.

Lina fell to the ground like that, her graceful knees striking the hard floor harshly. Bright red blood stained the intricate folds of her skirt.

Zhang Jiaze did not immediately respond with "win-win cooperation." He understood that he was in the open, and the other party should know him well. But who exactly they wereI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.