Chapter 55: Should We Check Who Received the Message?

But what if it was something important? Shen Yue was never a reckless person. He quickly sent the address, and with her heart pounding uneasily, Xu Yu took a taxi to the appointed place.

It was a quiet bar.

Xu Yu went up to the seventh floor, to the spot Shen Yue had mentioned.

But the person inside wasn’t Shen Yue—it was Shen Liangyan. His tall, graceful figure stood straight as a pine, his back to her...

There was nothing in the world more important or more joyful than the healthy arrival of the child in her womb. Who could fail to understand such a simple truth? Yet, as a man with a sense of duty, there are things one must do and things one must not. To safeguard the economy of Country C, he had to extend a helping hand to Country A in its time of crisis. Many reasons remained unspoken, not because they should not be said, but because they could not be. Caught between conflicting duties, Cao Ge was truly in a difficult position.

Luo Lie watched the imperial guards, battered and suffering heavy losses. He immediately flipped over with an agile leap, landed before them, and summoned the last reserves of his strength. He wielded the Great River Blade Technique and managed to temporarily fend off the attacks of the imperial soldiers.

Her easygoing yet clumsy demeanor finally made Nurse Zhang lower her guard. But was Ziyan merely pretending to be foolish, or was she truly slow-witted? Could she really be in league with them? If so, what meaning did her so-called “three principles of incompatibility” hold?

She remembered what Chu Feng had once told her: the path was her own choice. If she wanted that beast to pay, she had to drive herself into a corner—only by facing death could she find a way to survive.

Katori Rei clung tightly to his sleeve, her red eyes scanning the surroundings with a trace of excitement.

The conversation turned to Ling Tian again, but this time I wasn’t as steadfast in my belief in him as before. There were indeed things about him that didn’t quite add up.

“Who wants to eat with you? I’m here to find Jing’er. I just happened to overhear your argument as I passed by. I couldn’t stand it, so I came in.” Cao Yan glanced at Yu Yun with a hint of displeasure in her eyes, her voice indifferent.

Qin Yuan noticed her fear. Aware of the unwritten rules among espers, he decided to let her stay.

At that moment, Su Ke still had Gu Chengfeng standing at the podium. With each paper she graded, she announced the score for him to write on the blackboard. This created a tense atmosphere, reminiscent of those nerve-wracking days waiting for exam results, their anxious eyes full of uncertainty.

At that banquet, Empress Pei did not attend. She only learned of the event when someone came to deliver the news.

A barrage of questions erupted. The old doctors remained composed, but the herb merchants were not as civil—some blurted out the foulest language without hesitation. As soon as the sleazy-looking merchant spoke, malicious laughter filled the hall.

When Zhang Jin came to check on the crew, he saw how exhausted everyone looked. Clearly, they had pulled another all-nighter.

“You’ll know soon enough whether it’s true or not. But what I’m more curious about now,” the emperor said nonchalantly, “is whether you think Xia Linyuan would trade five cities for you like I did?” His casual tone struck a raw nerve in Yun Weiyang’s heart.

Clearly, Chen Rongmei and Feng Bingzhong had poured their hearts into Xinbao, and their ambition was evident—they aimed to rival the other three film distributors.

In the underworld, half-god cultivators were not uncommon, but they belonged to different factions. Since they did not serve the same master, their emotions and motives differed, and they could not fight wholeheartedly against the denizens of hell.

Besides the three obvious contenders, several students still sat below, itching to make their move. They hoped to muddy the waters and maybe even seize the title of martial arts leader for themselves—a prospect that was undeniably tempting.

She vaguely remembered the frail boy, Chen Yang, though she knew nothing of his basketball skills. If the opposing class specifically sought out the weakest player, Chen Yang would very likely be picked.