Chapter 32: The Vase Starlet Who Is the Fake Heiress in Modern Society (32)

An unfamiliar staff member was changing Xiandu’s shoes. "Teacher Jiang, I saw you were sleeping and wanted to help you change your shoes so you could rest more comfortably."

Xiandu picked up her stool and immediately moved out of the staff member's reach, her heart filled with wariness. She remembered that scandal about a diva who had demanded a staff member tie her shoelaces.

Still seated, Xiandu shuffled the stool in a circle, confirming there were no cameras or paparazzi around.

Thinking of Jun Xinchen, and then of herself—if even Jun Xinchen could understand Yan Feng’s actions, then as a legitimately wedded wife, she naturally refused to be left behind.

She stepped back slightly, her gaze fixed ahead, and took a sharp breath. The energy in her palms began to surge, flickering like a burning flame.

As the two sides clashed, the scene descended into chaos; members of the Sharp Sword Martial Arts Hall and the Mad Blade Martial Arts Hall were locked in a brawl.

"I know you excel at negotiations. I leave the matters concerning Baekje and Silla entirely to your discretion. Do not mistreat this Silla envoy, understand?" Uncle Li said to me with grave authority, though his flickering gaze betrayed the smug delight of an old rogue.

Su Han mentioned the medicinal value of the Seven-Colored Snow Lotus but never once brought up the mysterious crystals. It seemed she was unaware that the Seven-Colored Snow Lotus could serve as a source of energy for practitioners of the Five Elements arts.

Lightning flashed. Hao Ren’s sword light could no longer withstand the third heavenly tribulation, and his clothes were shredded to pieces.

The applause was thunderous and enduring. It was not because the principal had spoken well, but because these two world-renowned scientists had chosen East Sea University as the first stop of their lecture tour after receiving their awards, which had truly thrilled the students.

"Very well! Since you all think so highly of me, then I, Chen, shall lead the charge in this first round!" Having already secured a ticket, Boss Chen felt no burden. He nodded in agreement and then notified the fighters waiting in the wings.

It was bizarre—too bizarre. The people behind him had stopped chasing, and a sudden silence fell over the villa courtyard. Zheng Weimin was deeply puzzled.

Cang Xiao could no longer sit still. He knew this matter could not be kept hidden and that he would have to take some responsibility.

Thereupon, the Martial Emperor rose as well, raised his hand to personally help Wan'er back up, and then shook his head, choosing not to mention the past again.

Except for the State of Chu—or more accurately, the General’s Residence—she had basically never been anywhere else.

The Mecha Grand Competition was about to begin at her school, and as a member of the student council, Zhang Yu took on the responsibility of the preparatory work.

Clutching her youngest child, she said nothing more. She turned and walked away, and with a wave of her hand, she vanished before the three of them, disappearing into a flash of blue light.

However, because she had known Shen Shisan since she was sixteen and had never dated anyone else since, the word "husband" was something she truly needed time to internalize.

General Li had been a favored aide to the former City Lord. While the former lord was alive, he had been entrusted with heavy responsibilities, serving as the commander of the City Guard.

The wind passing through the bamboo forest quieted down, and falling leaves drifted onto his eyelids. He fell asleep in her arms like a child.

A vast area near the Imperial City was filled with red walls and green tiles, towering gates and grand compounds, winding lanes and pavilions—the secluded residences of high-ranking officials.

Construction had already begun on the nightclub. Deng Fei had poured his entire fortune into it, and while Shen Shisan hadn't invested money, his share would certainly not be any less than Deng Fei's.

If one were to say there is no such thing as a free lunch in this world, that would be impossible; but to expect a free lunch to fall on one’s head every single day would be nothing more than a daydream.

Expand the intelligence-gathering region for Nielsen: provide appropriate funding to support the establishment of new intelligence networks in target regions or the occupation of cities in those regions.

Yue Fei surrendered his military authority, and the Emperor’s men were already there to receive the seals. Both Yang Gang and Shangguan Jiannan sensed that something was amiss, but they knew Yue Fei was a man of extreme loyalty. Though he dared to rebuke the Emperor for his incompetence, he would never defy an imperial decree.