Volume One, Chapter 70: Ranran, I Was Wrong—Please, Come Back to the City with Me

Father and Mother Lin continued, “Lin Ranyan is most afraid when we scold her. She’s the type who cares desperately about her pride. As long as we scold her in front of everyone, she’s bound to give in.”

Pei Yuan grew irritated. “Enough. Besides hitting or scolding her, have you ever thought to ask her?”

Ask her?

The two of them thought Pei Yuan had lost his mind. Did he even know what he was saying?

“You refuse to leave, is that it? Then tomorrow I’ll expose all your dirty deeds, let everyone in LZ City know, let everyone in Yangcheng know. Let them all see that the Tang family is a disgusting clan, and you, Tang Xuan, are the parasite of the Tang family, so you’ll never be able to show your face again!” Qin Feng said coldly.

As the saying goes, people don’t visit the Temple of Three Treasures unless they want something. If they didn’t have some ulterior motive or weren’t hoping to get some benefit from me, even if the two families were just two miles apart—no, even if we were next-door neighbors—they probably wouldn’t bother making the trip.

The director immediately changed his mind; he couldn’t afford to miss out on such a lucrative opportunity. Pei Lingxi’s popularity wasn’t something just anyone could take advantage of.

“I don’t need you to treat me. Go home, and—change your pants, dye your hair black. You’re a student!” Tang Sihuo said earnestly.

Xin Ye ignored her and continued to meditate, regulating her breath. This time, with her mind on that jade slip, she naturally entered her sea of consciousness, rather than drifting into that half-awake, half-dreamlike illusion.

“That’s not it, Young Master Song, but you have bad breath!” Qin Feng took a step back, wafting the air in front of himself with his hand.

Pei Lingxi paused for a few seconds, but in the end, like a gentleman, he took her hand, smiled at her, and continued to sing.

Yuan Shu tasted a spoonful; the wontons were slightly bitter, but overall, the flavor wasn’t bad—mostly because he was hungry, so it actually tasted pretty good.

Meng Ruyi was astonished—she had prepared a full-force strike, yet it missed just like that. She instantly spun around, swept her longsword, and a blade of sword light slashed toward Da Qing.

After briefly introducing the guests on stage and the attending media, the host moved on to the interview segment.

A cold, clear voice drifted from inside the house. Dressed in white, Fu Xueying slowly stepped out. There wasn’t a trace of color on her face; she looked sickly, like a withered leaf trembling at the tip of a branch, ready to fall with the slightest breeze.

Ordinary visitors had to be announced by the gatekeeper, but when the Prefect arrived, it was at the master’s express instruction: as soon as he came, no need to report, just lead him straight to the inner hall.

Liu Ze waited helplessly for his wedding day to arrive. Once again, the man was to be the groom, his heart filled with unspoken anxiety.

Meng Huo, holding his wife’s hand, retreated up the slope. Suddenly, a darkness loomed overhead. He looked up to see countless massive black shadows flying through the air, passing over the fleeing barbarian soldiers and slowly descending dozens of yards ahead.

Of course, I believe that anyone with eyes can see the truth behind the news, but the facts are right there before us. I have no way to defend myself, because that’s just how this society is—it doesn’t give ordinary people a chance.

The prince’s shadow guards wanted to stay and fight alongside Wang Yan, but he sternly refused, ordering them to obey and escort Ran Xian back safely.

Sun Chi looked ahead in despair and saw Shao An’s black cloak billowing in the wind with his steps, like the wings of an eagle about to take flight. He no longer looked back, nor did he hesitate, striding resolutely toward the fate he’d long foreseen.

A steady stream of ingredients was delivered—no doubt sent by Director Xu. Wu Xi, without any courtesy, took them all under his command. Even though he’d made a good profit, one meal couldn’t bankrupt him, but he couldn’t afford to let others lose face either.

Zhuge Liang had the sharpest mind of the Three Kingdoms era, but even he was troubled upon hearing Huang Yueying’s words. In terms of mechanisms and ingenuity, his wife was truly superior. But as for a vehicle that could move on its own without any outside power, even after racking his brains, he couldn’t figure it out.