Chapter 34: The Recognition Banquet (Part 2)

Gu Huaimin’s voice was low as he delivered the long-winded opening remarks and lofty platitudes.

The low stage resembled a marble platform, drawing every eye. The platform was vast, and beside the Gu family stood a crystal piano, its triangular surface inlaid with crushed diamonds. This must have been the area where Gu Yanyue usually practiced, every detail revealing how much the Gu family doted on her.

If it were the original owner standing here now...

Gu Lingyi lowered her eyes, her long, slender lashes veiling her gaze.

After knocking for a long time, Li Chunnian finally opened the door with a yawn. Seeing Gu Lian, his expression shifted, but he stepped aside to let this uninvited guest into the room.

Guan Chenji, you bastards of the so-called high-society elite—do you really think that I, Gu Meng, am a soft persimmon for you to knead as you please?

Separated for three months, she had no idea how Feng Qiye was faring now. There must be matters in the capital keeping him occupied; since that was the case, why should she remain trapped in her own stagnation?

Lin Sisi naturally did not leave. Although the arrival of An Lengling and her beautiful figure eclipsed her presence—for while Lin Sisi was pretty and had her own style, she still paled in comparison to An Lengling.

Yeye’s expression turned solemn. She knew that the culprit, Felix, had deceived everyone; even if they were to expose him directly, it was unlikely anyone would believe them.

Yin Rongyu gripped Yu Youjia’s phone, searching for a way out, or perhaps just looking at anything to think about—anything was better than sitting there stupidly waiting for death.

"Have you ever heard of SkyNet?" In an instant, Ye Tianyu felt a connection to SkyNet. He knew too little about it, having only heard whispers from Yang Meimei.

Seeing Feng Qiye’s grave expression, Long Ren and Long Xin immediately nodded, their usual playful banter vanishing. In the face of real blades and guns, they were always the most ruthless and decisive Seven Killers.

Li Wuxin paused. Ling Jing, standing nearby, could clearly sense her repulsion and instinctively reached out to squeeze her hand.

Zhao Fuxin had a good impression of Li Si in the same camp and eventually persuaded Liu Guangshi to let the three of them form a guard unit to escort the envoy to Bianliang in the State of Qi.

"Smile a little, let's try again." After looking through the photos one by one, Lu Anran seemed somewhat dissatisfied.

Jun Xian had sent an urgent memorial to Long Tianlin earlier, and it would likely reach the imperial capital in about twenty days.

He suddenly recalled the first incident he had experienced, the "World-Ending Venerable" event. A scene of a Taoist ascending had appeared during that event, which seemed connected to the Taoist sects.

In truth, Zhan Huiqin was quite beautiful; even if Wan Xuewu hadn't intervened, the brothel might not have let Wu Feihu have his way.

"Yes, Min Shan, stop now! Alis is already yours; just let Chu Ge leave quietly. History cannot be reversed, and your imperial dream will surely lead to your destruction! Stop, can we just be together properly?" I screamed until my throat was raw.

After Wen Yan arrived and questioned him, confirming that he remembered nothing of the past, she fed him the poison she had obtained from Jiang Rongying, just to be safe.

At the edge of the cave, a young man lurking behind the thorns suddenly had his mouth covered. A moment later, a sharp pain in his waist left his entire body paralyzed, and his breath vanished.

The mother and son each carried a basket as they left the house. Having cleared out their previous spot, they moved to a new area to forage.

Laughing and laughing, Zhao Wuji’s smile suddenly froze. Not just him, but everyone else stared at the four spirit rings at Qian Dong’s feet.

Before him, a mere village and several hundred low-to-mid-tier "bandits" were not worth mentioning.

Before long, the Northern Frontier Prefecture, as well as Gan, Cheng, Su, Yan, and several other provinces and counties, received news that Ji Jingxi’s fate was unknown. Countless memorials flew toward the Hall of Diligent Governance like snowflakes.

The more he thought about it, the angrier Zhang Bao became. He raised his hand and slapped Zhang Liang on the back of the head, knocking the hairpin from his crown flying.