122. Who Is Your Wife? (Parts One and Two Combined)

Language and culture are profound and vast.

Just as Pei Xiunian could thump his chest and vow before the Empress Dowager that he would not so much as ruffle a hair of the eldest Miss Yu, in a certain sense, it was indeed the truth.

By the same token, under Ji Yuluan's current soul-probing, Pei Xiunian only needed to quietly substitute a few synonyms to slip past unscathed.

This is because, while some matters and titles may sound identical when swapped, the true meaning they convey can be worlds apart.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, Yang Fan hesitated for a moment before showing them today's bank notification text message.

Lin Lie’s tyrannical and arrogant behavior during the live stream had displeased many, but the Fierce Fire Mercenaries were currently too powerful, and no one dared to offend him lightly.

"Don't care if it's a black cat or a white cat; as long as it catches mice, it's a good cat. Tell me what you have in mind!" Li Jianguo’s eyes lit up upon hearing this; if there truly was a way to solve this problem, he would not mind giving Yang Xingguo a push.

The camera focused on an old man leading three cows to the canal beside the rice fields for water. The man saw the reporters and others, his expression darkening. He said nothing, and once the cows had drunk their fill, he led them to the shade, looking at the reporters with clear disgust.

Lucifer’s blue eyes swept over the food on the table—it was almost entirely stomach-soothing fare—and he looked toward Chen Tang, his gaze tinged with gratitude.

We shall set out again to deal with the Eastern Empire. Of course, if the Eastern Empire sends people to deal with us in the meantime, we shall rise to the challenge; we must ensure they never return.

For these apprentices, ether crystals were far too distant. Kovar had some knowledge, but among the others, many were seeing this highest-value currency circulating in the Mage Plane for the first time, and they dared not imagine that anyone would be so extravagant.

Seeing that their persuasion had no effect, they fell silent, assuming this was merely the stubbornness of youth; once Adam hit a wall he could not break through, he would come to his senses on his own.

"We lost." Wang Jingya looked at the report submitted by the data department after they had restored the server, and seeing that Yang Fan had reached 59,000 favorites to rank first, she said painfully.

This fondness had lasted for six years. Now eighteen, he had encountered the stomach-soothing porridge and, just as he had loved yogurt six years ago, he grew fond of this as well.

Luo Lie struggled to prop himself up with his arms, trying to lift his body, but the pain caused him to collapse helplessly to the ground.

For though he had never fallen in love with a person, he had loved the way of the sword from the moment he was born, pursuing it with every ounce of his life’s strength. He had tasted the flavor of love for over fifty years.

In the final moments, the bird ceased its attack. Its luster had dimmed, and once the assault stopped, it gradually reverted to its original form of pure energy.

Jiale’s disappearance threw the entire Commander’s Mansion into chaos; Xu Beishan’s guard regiment mobilized to check almost every place he might have gone and every person he might have known.

The barrage of comments frantically calling for a boycott ceased in an instant; in a live stream with over a million viewers, the flow of comments came to a sudden, brief standstill.

Xianran and Xianyun kept their eyes fixed on their own noses, thinking, can this Fourth Prince not be so shameless? How are they, as mere maidservants, supposed to handle this?

Desiri pondered for a while before having Martha convey his decision: those people could detour to camp by the east wall of the ancient city, where they could also find shelter from the wind and sand, but they were strictly forbidden from entering the city. Although this decision was not particularly friendly, it was a prudent measure for the sake of safety.

"Since the Senior Sister has said so, I have no choice." Though Ye Fan was displeased, he dared not show the slightest disrespect toward her.

Therefore, Wang Jiu had no urgent reason to act; drifting with the tide was already the best choice. Staying by the side of the Number One Mount and, as his old friends from back in the day used to say, enjoying life—what could be wrong with that?