Chapter 53: The Formula

"I never expected the Zhao family to be so resourceful. Many flower shops have popped up in the capital recently; this must be a strategy they thought of to secure their customer base." Xiao Junji’s admiration for the concubine of the Ningguo Mansion grew even stronger. A mere woman, yet her business acumen was in no way inferior to that of wealthy merchants.

"What a pity. If this scented tea could be supplied to our tavern, Cloud Fragrance Pavilion would also be able to turn a tidy profit."

"Enough, I even have a share in these flower shops! They said it was a gift for regular customers, yet..."

With this remark, he directly changed his form of address, no longer calling Yuan Shang the Great King, but instead switching to the Third Young Master.

Shen Ni first helped her grandmother out of the carriage and then lifted the children down. Qiuqiu was frightened by the crowd and shrank into Shen Ni's arms, while Xiaoxia also clutched Shen Ni's lapels in fear.

If it were any ordinary Pokémon skilled in close-quarters combat suddenly subjected to such a shameless, slowing tactical maneuver by Pear and Weavile, they might find it utterly sickening.

She naturally hoped to give birth to the child, but the baby would die the moment it was born, and the suffering would be immense.

Countless banners bearing the character "Yuan" led throngs of soldiers as they slowly emerged from the dust and mist, coming into full view.

"Sister, be honest with me. Did you betray your brother-in-law and keep lingering ties with that boyfriend of yours?" It was no wonder Sheng Tianyou harbored such thoughts; whether in temperament or appearance, the man was an exceptional standout.

Since most of the straw boats had already been ignited, nearly half of Liu's fire arrows were concentrated on the few remaining vessels.

Feng Ke touched the bow slung across her back, and the fletchings protruding from her bamboo basket finally drew everyone's attention.

All the other insurgents had given themselves countless overbearing titles, but Xuan Zhengqing had not even acknowledged his rebellion, so Feng Liang simply addressed him by his former title.

She could hardly tell Jiang Zhou that a decade or so later, Chen Hui would experience a meteoric rise, jumping straight from a bank into administration, and eventually holding absolute economic power over a region.

According to the intelligence gathered by the field reconnaissance company, the five-man team led by Duka had intercepted the day's final tugboat halfway and all boarded it, appearing to be on the verge of returning to Soryo.

Such a dangerous figure, even if he had not provoked them, could not be allowed to continue roaming about carefree.

The colorful auspicious clouds in the sky began to contract, and instantly, a figure descended from the heavens, standing before Bai Yu.

The trapped fellow half-turned, bowing and saluting ingratiatingly toward the mountain, then made the sign of a cross upon his chest facing the peaks, exhausting every imaginable and usable form of etiquette within the span of a few brief moments.

Makunda poured himself another drink, gestured for Zhou Jiping to make himself at home, and then resumed his unorthodox speech.

If they had escaped by parachute, why hadn't they contacted them using their portable PDIs up to now?

"So Mr. Bai was aware. However, the Charlie family is merely one bloodline of the Kindred, though they cannot sever ties entirely. The Kindred are deeply hidden, and the Charlie family is merely a front," Skylar explained.

Still, Zhou Jiping could tell that Makunda had not finished speaking. Therefore, Zhou Jiping made up his mind to wait and watch developments unfold until Makunda made things clear.

Seeing the Tyrant that Yu had summoned at some unknown moment obliterate all the surrounding Uchiha ninjas in a single exchange, Shisui stood frozen in place, his crimson Sharingan wide open as the pitch-black three tomoe spun frantically within them.

While Qin Feisheng and the others were engaged in a lively discussion within the estate, another major event unfolded outside in the capital.

Night Xiang’s brows furrowed tightly. "More formidable than me?" Yet he failed to realize how sour his question sounded.

Perhaps the pain was gone, but the memory of it always left Gu Meng with a faint sensation of suffocation.

Putting away her internal cultivation manual, Hongyan was too moved for words, but she knew her master had no need for verbal expressions, so she merely offered a slight curtsy in silence.

"What are the conditions?" he asked, lowering his voice. It grew deeper and huskier, like the resonant strum of a low-pitched stringed instrument echoing through the silent space, plucking at the strings of one's heart.