Volume 1, Chapter 42: The More We Talk, the More We Click

"Yes, it must be the hairpin on your head."
Lu Tingxiao spoke with certainty, appearing entirely unsurprised by the answer.
Qiao Ye widened her eyes slightly, asking in confusion, "So you bought it back then because you had already guessed?"
"No, I just thought it looked beautiful and suited you."
Lu Tingxiao admitted it openly, and the lingering frustration Qiao Ye felt from being teased vanished instantly.
She recounted everything that happened when she ran into Luo Kun at the restroom entrance.
Not seeing Xia Shiguang in the living room, Gu Chen noticed the kitchen light was on and walked toward it.
Although Chen Hao spoke softly, he infused his words with a touch of magical power, allowing them to pierce through Bai Jingnong’s ears and strike straight into his heart.
Yet, he could not fathom how Gong Jiu had managed to pass through five iron grates to enter the secret chamber and kill Cui Cheng, Xiao Hongzhu, and Cheng Zhong.
After weighing his options, he had no choice but to turn to the courtesans and the maid holding a cattail fan mentioned by Xue Yu and say, "I shall return another day; tell Xue Yu to keep the room for me," before turning and walking out of the room.

Old Blade Handle said, "It was not in plain sight; when you struck, no one could see you."
However, as they prepared to go upstairs, a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, dressed in gray robes, suddenly appeared and blocked their path.
Floating in the middle of the desolate mountain peak, Qing Yunzi kept his eyes closed, his mountain-like body motionless. Only the sound of the wind tugging at his sleeves could be heard, and under the moonlight, one could faintly see his brows relax slightly.
Liang Yunchuan called to say he was busy in the evening, so to make it up to her, he decided to treat Xia Shiguang to lunch.
"You’re a fool, too. If he wants it, just agree. Can’t you take revenge after you’ve escaped? Is it worth killing yourself over?" the rooster interrupted with disdain.
Upon hearing this news, everyone was first skeptical, then shocked, and finally began racking their brains for roundabout ways to curry favor with Gu Zhen.
Gu Lanchen wore a blank expression upon hearing this, but regardless of what was said, he cared more about this than anyone else. By now, Lin Zixi’s actions had clearly manifested as jealousy.
Those city buildings that once appeared tall and imposing in the eyes of the people now seemed fragile, swallowed whole by walls of fire.
With this thought, he walked slowly to the kitchen, extended his wicked hand, and gently pressed the power button on the water heater.
Qin Jue had no intention of going into Liao territory; Gao Mingyue and her Wolf Battalion were more than enough for them to handle. Qin Jue was now headed to the place he cared about most.
Speaking in a different tone, Gu Lanying followed closely behind her mother.

As a servant, he only needed to deliver the message; he dared not speak out of turn regarding the master's private affairs. Otherwise, the chief eunuch of the palace, Eunuch Feng, served as a grim example.
"Who I am is not important. What matters is who you are and why you have come to this place," Chen Wei said, confronting Cheng Tianyi.
Even Gu Lanchen himself felt a bit at a loss; he disliked others—especially when they looked at his beloved that way.
Yang Suhua had naturally sensed that Song Xiuyuan’s heart was gradually distancing himself from them and growing closer to Aunt Li and Song Churan. If things continued this way, she and Song Zhenzhen would very likely be driven out of the Song family, never to return.
She saw and remembered the genuine concern and care Liu Haixia and Sister Ma had shown her this time.
"Damn it, turns out he’s a lunatic!" Ma Fugui seemed to spit, then cursed with a sense of chagrin.
"I have to tell you all a big secret!" Fred leaned in mysteriously, as if he were hiding something in his arms.
When it came time to pay, Sister Ma did not rush to step in, standing to the side and watching quietly.
Never before had a Divine Abomination been so popular, nor had one ever been so wretched. Watching from afar, even Chi Nan felt a sense of pity for it.