Volume 1, Chapter 26: A Meeting Between Father and Son

Su Nianxi stiffened and looked up at that expressionless face. Those cold, deep eyes were far too calm, as if they had long since seen through the greed and desire hidden in her heart.

Welt looked at the handsome young man before him, who appeared only a few years older than Dan Heng, with a rather peculiar expression. He then pushed his hand forward, and as a flash of light swept over the rear carriage, it transformed into a doorway.

"Do you really think you are worthy of being my dear sons and grandsons? Don't you dare pollute my family genealogy!" Ye Tian said coldly. Zheng Kaiming wanted to curse; it was clearly him who had ordered them to call him that just moments ago, so how could he blame them now?

Yu Wan drove for a few more minutes and called out to Gu Jin several times, but there was no response.

This was a treasure pavilion for trading antiques, calligraphy, and paintings. Its owner had previously cared for nothing but the young women on the flower boats, only visiting this place once when the Moon Pavilion first opened in Liangzhou City.

One could only say that behind every seemingly ordinary regulation, there likely lay a bitter lesson.

Having spent decades in this Golden Sands City, this was not the first time he had encountered criminals exiled to the Lingnan region.

In the morning, he would tease his hot-tempered First Master and occasionally peek at his shy Third Master bathing; at noon, he would assist his diligent Second Master in refining pills and washing clothes.

Whether a war is won or lost, some people are always the winners, just as some are always the losers.

Luo Yingying and Ellie, standing behind her, wanted to speak but dared not make a sound, intimidated by Lin Fei'er’s pressure.

"Indeed, when someone offers uncalled-for favors, they are either a thief or a scoundrel. Moreover, Sun Zhiyuan is not as ignorant as he appears." If he were truly a dissolute playboy, how could he have secured so many major clients for the Sun family?

Xu Jiaren was surprised by Liu Fei’s words; she took a step back, as if trying to see her clearly and thoroughly.

Seeing the brothers bickering, Si Nan smiled and gazed at the calm lake, thinking that the Grand Preceptor and the General must have finished their discussion by now.

"What is the use of this?" Although Lin Feng could already imagine the outcome, he could not help but ask.

Jiang Wusheng, sporting a face so handsome it defied the gods, kicked Fang Yu away and raged, "Want to bully my brother? Did you ask me first?!" Fang Yu dodged nimbly, casting a sidelong glance at Jiang Wusheng.

"The price is negotiable. I will give you the same price I pay for my stock, and for the Water-Cloud Satin, you only need to pay me ten taels more than the cost price," Shen Qingyun said with a smile, looking at the proprietress.

She had been mocked everywhere for her divorce, and even after it was final, she faced difficulties at every turn; it was truly heartbreaking.

Pushing the door open, it creaked, suggesting the place had not been occupied for a long time. As the light fell inside, dust motes danced in the air. Yet, the room was kept reasonably tidy, with bedding fully provided.

Everything she had eaten that evening was vomited up, but the urge to retch would not subside. Her nose stung, and her entire stomach felt as though it were being turned upside down.

Cen Kexin held the very contract that Han Siyou had once signed for Jiang Yiwei, with its terms clearly spelled out.

Cen Kexin looked ahead once more. Han Siyou was surrounded by people, as if they were stars orbiting the moon. No matter where he went, he was the center of attention. Thinking back now, she realized she had never truly understood his heart.

"Using wood as a guide to activate the divine formation—those who trespass against it shall die!" An ancient, desolate voice echoed in Ye Shaoxuan’s ears. It seemed they were getting serious now.

Han Siyou had always been restrained when it came to drinking, but he was in such a foul mood that night that he had gone out to drink; he had never expected to become intoxicated so easily.

"Am I so insignificant in your eyes?" he muttered in self-mockery. Anderson suddenly realized he could not bring himself to reproach her. She was like glass that might shatter at any moment—beautiful and arrogant—and he found he had no desire to blame her at all.

Several foreigners were howling in anger. Two of them, unable to contain their fury, rushed forward, and the others followed suit.

Clearly, Chu Jianjun belonged to the former category—the kind who is generous when their pockets are full, though that would be another matter entirely if they were empty.

By the time they finally reached the dining hall, every corner was packed. Some were eating standing up, others sitting on stools, some squatting, some sitting on the floor, while others watched their peers eat or chattered away in play.

Ye Zhen walked straight ahead and said indifferently, "So what?" Once the Capital Garrison arrived, the beggars would naturally disperse. Besides, this was a mess Ye Mei had caused herself; why should she worry about it? With a cold expression, she continued on her way.

The Hua family owned a specialized entertainment company, Hua-Shi Entertainment, which was managed by Hua Shenxing.

Faced with everyone’s enthusiastic welcome, Youxiang felt filled with joy, though she appeared extremely shy on the surface.

"You pervert!" Ren Qingyan glared at him again, smoothing her disheveled clothes, feeling so embarrassed she wished she could find a hole to crawl into.

Dongfang Yuqing did not care who died; in any case, whoever remained would surely become enemies with Bai Zihua.

Seeing that Tian Yuan had returned to normal, Xia Yinuo felt a slight sense of relief. She was simply incapable of warming up a crowd.

"Thunder!" Jiang Li raised both hands and brought them down heavily. His arm traced an arc like a snaking bolt of lightning, and with a clap of thunder, an explosive air current erupted from his nostrils. This was no longer mere martial arts, but a technique from the Heart Emperor’s Seal.

He saw that his grandfather had jet-black hair and not a single wrinkle on his face. He looked nothing like a man in his seventies, but rather someone in his forties.

He immediately apprehended the five men and questioned the awakened villagers about their origins and what they had done.