052 Gifts from the Sisters

Reborn in the 1980s as a Little Girl with a Space Chat Group A thousand willows shimmer in verdant green. 1305 words 2026-04-10 08:54:55

“Thank you, Qingqing and Wushuang. Tomorrow I’ll go to the market and buy some food for you. By the way, is there anything you’d like to eat?” With the market in town, Xie Yihuang certainly wouldn’t forget her sisters. She hadn’t bought anything today because others had gone with her, but tomorrow she could go alone. “Nowadays, there aren’t any of those modern treats like fizzy drinks and fried chicken, but today I tried Jinmen soup dumplings and they were quite good. I’ll buy some tomorrow and send them to you.”

Ji Jiu had already arranged for Xu Yan to get in touch with people from the National Defense Army and secretly swap out the batch of goods from the Golden Dagger Sect.

“Brother Xu, what brings you here?” Yu Liang greeted him with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

She struggled to her feet, wanting to leave, but at that moment, He Zhijing, reeking of alcohol, stumbled in.

After a restful night, Li Yuanlang opened the door to see Yao Yang keeping watch outside, his eyes bloodshot—he clearly hadn’t slept well all night.

To be safe, Xu Yi kicked him twice more. Once he was sure the man wouldn’t wake up anytime soon, he turned to leave.

Jiang Sheng had founded a tech company. Recently, a heavily funded project had hit a technical bottleneck, and all the technical talent in Qingcheng was at Chuanping Research Institute.

She was no great beauty—Lu Sui was unmoved by her, and someone like Wu Jiefa would hardly need to drug her.

More likely, she’d tried to pass a message through the merchant’s men—unfortunately, she was caught by Qiao Anli.

In the golden desert, dust swirled through the air, the stifling heat making it hard to breathe. Their mouths were parched, but no one dared make a sound.

“Nangong Han, what do you mean by this?” Catching him at a moment when no one else was around, Du Manning blocked Nangong Han in the restroom, her words squeezed through clenched teeth.

She had once thought she would die in the Ministry of Justice, but Heaven had shown her mercy and allowed her to see the beautiful sun once more.

Situ Liuyun clenched her fist in secret. Shen Yunyue had killed Chu Yu; she wondered whether her father and Liu Xinru had heard the news. If they had, would Yunyue’s wedding with her sixth brother be brought forward? After all, Chu Yu had always been the thorn in their side they wanted gone.

After Qiu Mengxian was taken by Nie Wuyou into her Western Court, Nie Wuyou turned her gaze once more to Xiao Luo.

General Chu and his men hadn’t moved yet, but already they could hear the mocking tone of Miao Zeshan coming from afar.

“That’s because Momo is so clever!” Shi Zichen’s words were filled with open admiration for Su Momo. He had deliberately given her some simple tasks, just to show her that company work was much easier than being an editor. That way, she’d be more willing to work alongside him.

At once, countless eyes filled with cold light glared in this direction, as if knives wishing to slice Chen Hao into a thousand pieces.

Su Momo was stunned—how could Shi Zichen return reeking of alcohol with Ji Yating? Was he really with Ji Yating now?

After Baili Canglian made the announcement, Baili Cangming had no choice but to comply. Yet from then on, Baili Cangming never appeared in court again, and an intangible tension seemed to rise between the two of them… All those close to them could sense the impending storm.

“Yes!” Changqing and Changyuan answered firmly and were about to withdraw when Su Zicheng raised his hand to stop them, instructing solemnly, “Do not underestimate them! Send our best spies and sentries.” They quickly agreed, and only withdrew when Su Zicheng waved them off.

Mu Tianchen immediately used his Hundred Shadow Form. Now, he could barely manage to leave a single shadow behind in his original spot.

“That’s right. If I wanted, I could uncover even more secrets,” Long Zhan replied coolly, as if such incredible things were merely routine for him.