Volume 1, Chapter 49: Three Days Later, the Truth Comes to Light

In other words, Jiang Yutang had personally severed the emperor's last glimmer of survival!

Jiang Yutang’s face instantly filled with utter astonishment.

Could this physician possibly be ignorant of the pathology of the Soul-斷散?

After Liu Mu left, naturally, others came over to offer toasts. However, using his poor tolerance for alcohol as an excuse, Wei Xiao substituted wine with fruit juice. Since he was currently at the peak of his popularity, no one dared to pressure him into drinking, and after a perfunctory gesture or two, the matter was dropped.

The commander of the Venezuelan Military Region introduced him to Li Feng, purposely creating an opportunity for the two of them to speak alone.

Yet her eyes were far too bright, as though something within them was burning fiercely—a suppressed fire that could barely be contained, brimming over from her gaze.

The more Qin Jinyu thought about it, the more regretful she felt. She should have found a way to depose Wei Qingjing long ago; whoever sat upon the throne would be better than Wei Qingjing, at least incapable of such a foolish act.

Ye Chong’s drunkenness vanished completely in an instant. What would happen if she really took off her clothes and got into bed?

In stark contrast to the deafening clamor outside, these heavyweight human figures seated around the already crowded tables appeared rather quiet. Down in the square, BS001 and Knight TM were already in position, with five minutes remaining until the appointed time.

This human named Shia, who was very close to him, was injured—severely injured, with a great deal of blood flowing from his body.

Bored, Qin Jinyu unpinned a hairpin from her hair and began to play with it in her hands. During this time, she even held the hairpin up to catch the sunlight streaming in through the window, tilting her head as if appraising something.

Would everything henceforth be filled with happiness and fulfillment? None of this could they know, but one thing they were certain of: they loved each other.

The Imperial Censor of the Palace, tasked with reviewing and vetoing imperial edicts and memorials, possessed the authority to directly amend and return any edicts deemed objectionable. He also held the power to reject and correct any errors or omissions in memorials submitted by the various government departments, wielding immense administrative weight.

Upon his return from the Japanese, his face was etched with unappeasement and lingering fury. The Japanese were utterly pragmatic; having lost his utility, Jia Rong received no pleasant countenance whatsoever from them, and that very night, he got heavily drunk with Chen Ji.

He had originally expected to extract information regarding Su Rui’s whereabouts from Liu Boyong, but he never anticipated it would all come to naught.

"Ahem, I simply hadn't expected that our foolish Akina-san would have such a remarkable memory. If only you could apply that kind of memory to memorizing your lines," Kimura Takuya said, attempting to salvage a bit of his pride.

Thinking that there might be future collaborations, and realizing that refusing even a customary invitation to dine might strain their relationship, Kimura nodded in agreement. After all, it was just a meal, and besides, the other party was paying.

The twists and turns of this had nothing to do with Lin Ximiao. By the time the carriage arrived in Huancheng, she had already sorted out and memorized the entire household of the Lin family.

Though he verbally dismissed it as a mere "doodle," Song Jiang's expression betrayed him: without absolute confidence, who would display their own "doodle" in such a prominent location?

Yet there was no such thing as a hundred-percent safe period or unsafe period in these matters. Some couples eagerly trying to conceive might share a bed throughout their fertile window and still fail, while others might engage in intimacy just once during a supposedly safe period and strike the jackpot.

When she stepped out of the taxi, Mu Xiaoyu was completely unconscious, clinging limply to Sheng Tang. Fortunately, she had the foresight to tell him her address beforehand, otherwise the only option left would have been a hotel.

As Bai Chongxi spoke these words, he initially appeared quite indignant, but seemingly realizing something mid-sentence, he gave an awkward cough and glossed right over it.

In front of televisions and computers, and even among the audiences watching via mobile phones, everyone was attentively listening to him recount the story of a father.