Volume 1, Chapter 45: Preparing to Confess to My Cousin-in-Law

"Nanqiao, it's alright. There's still one last chance. Let's play it steady and try our best to avoid mistakes," Entering Winter Night said.

The members of the Gilded Generation occupied the topmost tier, while those eliminated fell to the lowest tier. Most of those who still lived comfortably in Crow's Nest County down to this day were individuals devoid of any ambition for the Dao, content to live out their lives as ordinary mortals.

When Lu San heard Wu Di's question, he hemmed and hawed, casting his gaze about, completely unable to utter a word in response.

Of course Bai Chuan was not a fool; the strengths of the two sides were simply incomparable. The Taiji Dynasty could be said to have rolled over them with an utterly overwhelming advantage. If they were to truly engage in a head-on collision, not a single person on Mingren's side would survive the encounter.

Lin Mu and Ye Li cried out in simultaneous astonishment. The ancestors of Great Qin imprisoned within the sacred grounds was something they could never have imagined.

This underground fighting arena brought him hundreds of millions in profit every year, making it the most lucrative establishment in his hands.

Qiulu approached Wu Di. The sullen expression she used to wear whenever she saw him was completely gone, replaced instead by the look of a curious little child.

Passing through the second courtyard, they entered the third. The courtyards here were built along the contours of the mountain, no one knew how many times more spacious and luxurious they were compared to the first-tier courtyard.

The High Inquisitor of the Holy See emerged from the shadows, clad merely in a layer of sheer gauze that accentuated the exquisite curves of her figure.

At a pile of corpses near the intersection, a soldier recognized an acquaintance. Before this mission began, she had frequently gone there to buy Tang people to eat.

On the cutting board lay a lump of dark, unidentifiable object, with residues smeared on the kitchen knife beside it. That pile was presumably a half-cut, moldy green vegetable that had just been left abandoned right there.

Facing such a person, he felt no need to explain anything further. If he ever got the chance in the future, he would definitely make the other person pay back dearly for the bullying he suffered today.

Chu Nian gazed at Ye Nanyi's delicate and pretty face. Although the two of them had exchanged over a dozen moves in the span of a brief moment, Ye Nanyi's expression remained unchanged, her breathing steady, and her clothes not the least bit ruffled. Clearly, she was handling the situation with effortless ease and had not exaggerated her capabilities.

"I'll help you too," Yanyan chimed in. Her ultimate skills, Myriad Arrows Falling and Super Burst Arrow, were both held ready in her hands; she was not afraid of the enemy having a numerical advantage.

He Zun's inner heart was as calm as still water. Such verbal sarcasm was merely superficial to him and of no consequence; He Zun did not care at all.

"How dare you assault an imperial official of the court? I am a dignified general! I shall report this to the Throne immediately and have your entire clan executed!" Du Hai covered his bleeding mouth, collapsing to the ground as he roared in anger.

A few minutes prior, in the city of Rotorura west of Hamilton, a red flag had appeared atop the highest building in the city. The soldiers were releasing the local deep-sea dwellers from the shelters and explaining everything to them.

To Zheng Hao's surprise, Xiao Jing pulled him over to sit right beside him. Liu Laonian and Zheng Xuelian originally did not want to join the table, but they were dragged over and seated by Xiao Jing.

Shen Shengfeng felt that this fellow was acting a bit strange—yes, very strange indeed. From her burning gaze, it seemed as though she harbored some special ulterior motive.

Crossing paths once more, their destiny was truly unique. Ye Qingxin smiled at the other person, who clearly recognized her as well and returned the smile.

Shen Shengfeng turned his head back. His expressionless face looked as though it had been ironed over countless times with a flatiron, making it impossible for anyone to fathom a shred of his current thoughts. One could only notice those eyes—dark as pitch, dyed like ink, and so profound they sent ripples of panic through one's heart.

It wasn't particularly strange that the cabinet door was open; after all, the situation outside indicated the owner had left in a great hurry, so leaving it unlatched was quite normal. The problem, however, was that there seemed to be flies buzzing about inside.

From her conversation with the other two elderly ladies, Ye Qingxin learned that Jing Fenfen's depressed mood was indeed on account of Cheng Ruyu. However, Jing Fenfen had long known that Cheng Ruyu harbored no romantic intentions toward her. Never before had she been seen looking this heartbroken; no one knew what had happened this time, and no matter how the Jing family members asked, Jing Fenfen refused to say a word.

"Are private rooms of this specification common on your side?" Leng Yiyan asked casually as a waitress at Datang bowed and poured them tea.

No one was a fool. With the Empire and the Duolin Kingdom locked in a fierce rivalry, naturally none of them dared to casually pick a side. Yet this did not prevent them from keeping their defenses strong while standing ready to seize opportunistic advantages and loot during the chaos.

After the meal, Jing Boyuan had Aunt Chi clean up and head home for the evening. Tonight was New Year's Eve, and the family needed to gather together for the reunion dinner.

Originally, it was just meant to be a casual change of topic, never expecting it to hit the mark by a fluke, securing such a benefit.

Mu Xiaoyan silently felt his warmth and remained silent, letting herself pretend for just a little longer that he truly cared about her.

That was true. Gu Jinjin had been injured to that extent; anyone normal would feel exhausted by today's wedding, let alone her.

The moment my gaze met his, for the first time ever, this man timidly averted his eyes to somewhere else.

Fulin did take her as his empress, but even on their wedding night, he never once spared Mengguqing a proper glance. Even on the first and fifteenth days of the lunar month when ancestral tradition required him to rest at the Hall of Earthly Tranquility, he merely went through the motions, refusing even to touch Mengguqing's hand.

As if a basin of cold water had been dumped straight over her head, Xi Xi snapped her eyes wide open, her black pupils filled with undisguised astonishment.