Chapter Forty-Five: Flower Tea

Lady Wang looked down upon Lin Daiyu, who was staying as a guest in the Jia household. However, upon learning that Lin Daiyu favored Jia Huan over Jia Baoyu, she deemed Lin Daiyu ungrateful and unappreciative, planting a thorn deep in her heart.

Yet, no one knows a son better than his mother. Ever since Jia Baoyu learned that Jia Zheng was going to examine his studies, he no longer dared to chase after Lin Daiyu.

Lin Daiyu also felt a wave of relief at this time. Every time Jia Baoyu showed enthusiasm toward her, she felt as though Lady Wang was glaring at her, making her extremely uncomfortable. But upon closer inspection, Lady Wang wore an expression of

Taking out her own lance, Windpipe traced a draft on the ground, roughly outlining the preliminary layout of the house and its distance from the vegetable garden, striving to achieve both scientific and practical design.

Su Zhan pulled open the car door and got in without offering any explanation. They were not close; it was merely a professional relationship.

Qin Xin smiled faintly, like blooming flowers in a scene where winter gives way to spring, warming people's hearts. Her delicate hand gently stroked the bright, colorful long hair at her temples.

Although the events of thirty years ago forced Haoxue into seclusion, they thoroughly cemented his ferocious reputation. Even now that Haoxue had aged and no longer possessed the monstrous might of his prime, his foundation remained. Doflamingo did not believe any of his cadres could defeat this brutal fish-man freak.

Meeting Lin Xinyan's icy gaze, Bai Yinning was slightly stunned. It was the first time Lin Xinyan had ever looked at him with such eyes.

After confirming that none of them were seriously injured, Atu put on his leather armor, picked up his long sword, and walked over to the grain cart. The refugees gathered around, following closely behind him.

Having agreed on the details of sending troops to assist in the suppression, Atu and his companions drove their wagons laden with the collected provisions and pay away from Andermatt Fort that very afternoon.

Long Wu's strength was immense. Relying solely on the Blood Ancestor's avatar, even with the use of the Blood Ancestor's Dao patterns, one could only manage a draw against him.

Zheng Tuo felt a sudden clarity of mind, holding deep reverence for those ancestors who had cleaved open the primordial chaos, fought across the untamed wilderness, and established an eternal foundation for the human race.

Ahead of the patrol party lay a low hill. Climbing that hill would reveal an endless expanse of wilderness interspersed with grasslands. Every time, the patrol would climb to the top of the hill, take a glance around, and then return to complete their mission and report back.

The servants in the inner courtyard had been thoroughly vetted, with the vast majority replaced by palace attendants or newly purchased maids bought by the Grand Prince. There were no longer any spies from the noble families. These people had clearly been disciplined and dared not approach casually to strike up conversations. Yijing had long since ceased to hear any gossip about her humble origins.

"Do not let me catch you secretly reporting anything to Jingxi ever again, or else..." Pack your things and get lost as far away as possible.

Ling Wushuang frowned and thought for a moment before asking uncertainly, "Are you Xiao Han, the CEO of the 'Xiao Group' who is always at odds with me?" If he truly was that Xiao Han, with no one left to suppress him, no one in the Xiao Group would ever dare to rival him again. As the CEO of such a fiercely driven conglomerate, how could he possibly have ended up here?

Some things were spoken of so bluntly, and by her very best friend at that, leaving Fan Yiyi with no room for rebuttal.

At this point, expecting Situ Jingliang to rely on Shen Anrui—who always held him back at critical moments—was completely out of the question. He dialed Situ Jingxi directly, and facts proved that no matter the circumstances, Jingxi was always the most reliable.

"Seven days? He's been following us the whole time? And none of us noticed?" I found it a bit unbelievable. If he excelled at transformation and we simply couldn't tell the real from the fake, I might have accepted that. But to have followed us this entire time without our knowledge was just too absurd.

Thus, after dressing neatly, Lanqi headed as usual to the Palace of Compassionate Tranquility. Only Huanchun did not accompany her today; instead, she waited quietly in the Palace of Eternal Harmony for Noble Consort Juechan to deliver the Fourth Prince's clothes to the Palace of Earthly Tranquility, so she could later quietly seek out Qinglian and ask if Noble Consort Juechan had left any message.

"It's fine, Old Spear can handle Western medicine too; he could build a multi-level interchange bridge right on a heart!" Sun Buliu offered no further explanation and immediately drew blood from Tu Zhong. Tu Zhong was either utterly reckless or truly loyal, simply extending his arm and letting Sun Xinglin do whatever he pleased.