Chapter 51: Pei Heng's True Nature

Seeing that the young maiden had no such intention, Chunzhi's hanging heart slowly settled back down.

"When the Eldest Princess suddenly asked that just now, this servant thought..."

Realizing that she had misinterpreted her meaning, Jiangning smiled and explained, "Silly girl, if you don't speak up, how could I arbitrarily arrange a marriage for you?"

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Looking at her, Jun Liming found her truly annoying; yet, reflecting that he might still need to make use of her in the future, he had no choice but to force himself to endure.

Amidst their conversation, Xue Mingrui reached out with a long arm, taking the lotus-leaf cup directly from Lin Nian'er's hands and blocking the spoon she was trying to extend once more.

Li Mu's pupils gradually dilated, staring intently at Chen Tao. In fact, his eyes were slowly losing focus, and the figure of Chen Tao within his sight grew progressively blurred.

I could still see Yu Yang's car parked right there, surrounded by numerous ghost entities—including several fierce specters—that were continually harassing Yu Yang, though they had not yet caused him any substantive physical harm.

The sharp and sturdy Wangshu ice needle was already in Yun Zhi's hand. When she launched it, it struck the cliff face with a ringing clang, sounding startlingly as though it had hit solid stone walls of Yungang.

Having finally managed to shake them off, Lu Tangtang took advantage of the moment when no one was paying attention, grabbed a cup of fruit juice, and slipped quietly out onto the balcony to catch some fresh air.

Born into poverty and having spent a period of time knocking around in society, he could be said to belong to that segment of people who had risen entirely from the very bottom rungs.

Ruan Meng lingered lazily on the daybed, unwilling to get up. Having spent the entire previous night reading a storybook by candlelight until dawn, she was still wilted and incapable of rising.

A few seconds later, he truly, to his heart's desire, saw that pair of deeply cherished eyes open once more.

Qi Xuyao found this amusing. If Qi Zhiyuan knew he was being referred to as a troublemaker, would he fly into a rage? At the mere thought of that scene, Qi Xuyao could not help but feel a welling sense of amusement.

Seeing that Ying Chang'an seemed entirely clueless, Zhao Qionglou did not press the matter further. Never mind, it was hardly anything important anyway.

Ying Chang'an felt rather embarrassed to remain seated any longer; by this point, Zhao Qionglou's leg was probably nearly numb from her weight. At this thought, a smile involuntarily bloomed on Ying Chang'an's face as she shifted off Zhao Qionglou and returned to her own seat.

Ying Ming had originally intended to have Shen Hanxiang accompany him this time, but he had not anticipated this mishap. His gaze fell upon the alluring cleavage Shen Hanxiang had inadvertently exposed. A man of this age was naturally full of hot blood and prone to being captivated by beauty.

At that very moment, the Immortal of the South Pole, Jiang Ziya, and Nezha launched an attack simultaneously from three different directions.

Fang Mingyang felt his shoulders tremble with anger, utterly exasperated at encountering family members who were so unreasonable and prone to creating endless disturbances.

Noticing his evasive words and shifty demeanor, Xia Min cast a meaningful glance toward the tree where the black bird had just landed.

"Jiang Yi, actually your heart was stirred long ago—when I rescued you, when I played the piano for you, and at the hospital when you secretly looked at me, isn't that right?"

While Shen La was speaking, Sun Desheng had already pulled a bottle of high-grade lighter fluid out from beneath the table. He then poured the fluid over the scroll and set it ablaze, burning it to ashes.

The moment the spear plunged into the sea, a deep purple sphere burst forth without warning behind Smith, causing the phantom projection symbolizing Ares, the God of War, to instantly distort, shatter, and vanish.

This was a method she had racked her brains to devise herself, yet others actually intended to steal the credit. This was truly intolerable; if this could be endured, what could not?

The Brocade Guard headquarters was now far more bustling and lively than in the past, and its ranks had grown considerably larger as well.

Ouyang Lian had only just rushed back to the company, only to be forced to turn right back around for the villa. The sheer exhaustion and fatigue involved can well be imagined, yet at present, there was not a single moment of respite granted to him.