Chapter 62: Do You Regret It?

At Wen Han’s company, every time the salary was issued, Shen Xianglian would learn the amount from Wen Han herself, without Xu Yu needing to say a word. She still wanted to pry into her money?

And then there was Xu Jing. He didn’t return home because he’d heard about her situation? Xu Yu couldn’t imagine how distressed and suppressed Xu Jing must have felt upon learning of the matter. This younger brother, Xu Jing, was almost raised by Xu Yu herself, starting from middle school...

“This time, it was my negligence.” Dr. Li looked at Gu Jinghuan with deep remorse. After all, this was his hospital, and for such an incident to occur here, he couldn’t shirk responsibility.

The princess had only this one brother; how could she bear to let her husband kill her sole sibling? Ever since the King of Goguryeo had imprisoned her uncle in the royal dungeon, the princess had pleaded day after day. The king, impatient, ordered her to be placed under partial house arrest. Yet, the princess refused to give up and sent people to seek out Qin Shuyuan, hoping Qin would plead on her behalf.

A sharp slap rang out. The Prince of Huainan was furious. Seeing his rebellious son refuse to explain himself, he landed a slap directly, looking upon his only heir with bitter disappointment.

Chang Dayong, trained in martial arts, swiftly subdued Lady Wang, pinning her arms and dragging her out.

Perhaps in the eyes of all the imperial concubines, the prince ascending to the throne as crown prince—and eventually as emperor—was their dream, the ultimate goal for which they devoted their entire lives.

The advance party had already notified the village chief. When the villagers heard the magistrate was arriving, they were instantly anxious and flustered, rushing to prepare accommodations for the night and racing out to welcome him.

Ye Xueyan and Lian Gaoyi moved swiftly, dodging through the sea of flames. Although the attacks were dense, their combined strength was enough to keep them unharmed, ensuring Zong Feihan remained undisturbed. Each fiery pillar was shattered by Ye Xueyan and Lian Gaoyi, reduced to embers and scattered back into the ocean of fire.

Long Jiang wrapped his arms tightly around the crazed Shamanwa! His hands pressed against two swelling, full curves, grasping them firmly.

Having witnessed Mo Wen’s skill and composure in drawing talismans, Long Hanxiu’s confidence in him soared, and she was delighted; she had indeed chosen wisely—Mo Wen was a true master.

At a distance of fifty meters, a circle with a mere diameter of one and a half meters was drawn. Five throws—whoever landed the most within the circle would win.

Han Qingying looked at him with utter disdain, cold and silent, her meaning unmistakable.

Flowers in the greenhouse must one day face the wind and rain; otherwise, when the tent collapses, it is the death of the flower. Ji Ru Qianlong was gradually coming to realize this.

“What is an Assistant War Scroll?” Lin Ge didn’t immediately deploy his troops but instead asked about this scroll. It was strange—he had already seized the city gate, yet the scroll instantly robbed him of his advantage.

Lu Ran sank into deep contemplation. After a while, he rose and summoned a servant, whispered a few instructions, and reclined once more.

In the sky, wispy clouds drifted. Sunlight shone brightly through the clouds, but it was impossible to tell where the radiance originated. Much like Tie Xiangxue’s feelings now—she didn’t know if this time she could awaken Yin Junfeng; her heart held no certainty.

You once said we could roam the world together. Later, during the imperial tomb expedition, was it then that you began to slowly melt my heart?

He smiled faintly and said, “Master Qiu, you’ve come a long way. Why not sit and have a drink first?” With that, he pushed the chair beside him. With a whoosh, the chair soared through the air toward the great peach tree.

Seeing Yin Junfeng and Tie Xiangxue agree, Zhong Ling smiled serenely, clearly pleased, her face as radiant as a blooming crabapple.

Dark Night said, “Fine, not even you can beat me. What use is it for me to hang around in the ghost world?” With that, he too shouted loudly.