Chapter 28: Unyieldingly Stubborn

Meeting the man’s dark, fathomless gaze, Jiang Ning swallowed hard and stammered, "I—I, the Princess, shall consider it."

Pei Heng lowered his eyes, expressionlessly twirling the ring on his finger. "Grand Princess, you do not have much time left to consider. I advise you to simply comply with my demands."

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As it turned out, Zhu Feng, standing on the side, was acting arrogant. He reached out and grabbed my hair, causing me immense pain.

Such a carefree life is certainly beautiful, but the stagnation of life can also become increasingly boring. Just then, Yuan Zhen contacted me again, saying a family was looking to sell their house. However, judging by his description, it didn't seem to be a haunted house, as the people living inside were all still alive.

When I had run quite a distance away, Zhang Mengfei called me. I answered, but I didn't speak. My heart was filled only with Han Rong; I was wondering why she had become this way.

I don't know how much time had passed, but Wang Chongyang felt that things could not go on like this. He glanced at Murong Xue and discovered that she was stealing glances at him as well.

That fellow was draped in flowing white robes, looking quite majestic, but his face seemed familiar, and the white bird flying behind him also looked quite recognizable.

He touched the teapot on the table; the tea was still warm, so he poured two cups and handed one to Lin Xi.

The blood feud of the massacre at Tiandu City was etched into Kou Qian’s heart. On the day he officially took charge of the Eternal Life Alliance, he swore that he would slaughter every single Rat-man.

From this moment on, the citizens of the Yuan Kingdom were truly well-fed and well-clothed. Aside from the lack of some modern products, they felt that their current life was not much different from that on Earth.

Wang Chongyang did not speak, but he was thinking to himself that the aura about A-Lou was somewhat similar to that of his brother, Lou Xingdong, though Lou Xingdong’s seemed more intense.

Though it was a marriage between families of unequal status, the Duke of Song’s manor was tactful, knowing the Marquis of Yongning’s manor was dissatisfied with the union. They followed the Marquis’s requirements for the betrothal gifts, maintaining the posture of a humble suitor.

The onlookers gasped in surprise, their eyes wide and fixed, afraid that if they blinked, they might miss something spectacular.

On the other side, Mo Yiyue had been busy with military affairs and returned late. When he passed by Mu Yuncheng’s tent, he saw the lights were already out and decided not to disturb him. Little did he know that Mu Yuncheng had already gone to Sanmenxia.

Regrettably, it was still a bit too early. If it were after 1992, when the economic reforms allowed for the privatization of state-owned enterprises, Chen Donghui wouldn't have minded buying such factories at a rock-bottom price under his own name; then, all the profits would have been his.

Nearly two years of time. He had sacrificed so much—time, love, self-esteem, music, everything—and finally, at this moment, it had reached a perfect conclusion.

The main course had not yet been served; the table was laid with cold dishes and seasonal fruits. Perhaps because her heart was too unsettled, Ye Yingning’s hand, resting beneath the table, was still trembling.

For the first time, Yang Qingfang felt he could not control his emotions; he was so excited that his palms were actually sweating.

If not for the fear that he would be unable to survive the final heavenly tribulation, he would have suppressed his cultivation; otherwise, he would have long since broken through to the Primordial Spirit level and ascended to the nine heavens.

Speaking of this, Chen Tian glared bitterly at Baldy Qiang, his eyes filled with rage and contempt.

Career or love—those things, Ye Yingning might have been forced to yield under helpless circumstances, but her child was the exception. Absolutely not.

Before Bill’s voice had even faded, a sound suddenly came from the side of the hall. Bill’s gun instantly aimed toward the noise, but because he did not know whether it was friend or foe, he did not pull the trigger.