Chapter 106: The Greatest Female Scholar in History, Portrayed with Eight-Tenths Accuracy

Lin Xiyu fastened her hairpin and changed into a Hanfu. She found a quiet and picturesque spot in Baotu Spring Park. As she recited her lines, she vividly pictured the visage and smile of the greatest female scholar in history, striving to portray her life so realistically that viewers of the promotional video would feel as if they were truly there.

Meanwhile, under Director Du’s persistent urging, Gu Bin once again took on a cameo role, dressing as Xin Qiji, the heroic Southern Song patriot who resisted the Jin invaders.

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In the year 1084,

Baili Yi could no longer heed the words of Guiguzi; his heart was set only on Zhongli Jin. He hurried all the way to Nangong Liuyun’s estate.

“I love you too!” Ye Zimo whispered hurriedly, like a thief, and hung up the phone immediately after saying it.

However, perhaps because the place was too remote, even after several attempts and offering extra money, no taxi drivers were willing to accept the order.

At the end of the meeting, Jiang Liya suddenly proposed that, to enhance the company’s image, all staff should wear a uniform dress code.

Xiao Mingyang looked at the elderly lady, feeling the problem was rather tricky. No matter how he explained, it always came back to being his fault. But exactly where had he gone wrong? If he admitted too much, wouldn’t he be taking blame? If he minimized it, it would be like accusing her of unreasonable fuss in front of her elders. How could he fabricate something out of thin air?

In reality, aside from witches, professions like magicians, shamans, and necromancers also possessed some curse skills. Yet, the most powerful abilities were held by the mightiest beings — the gods themselves.

Bai Yiyan was momentarily stunned. Then she noticed a look of impatience cast her way. Biting her lip, she stepped down beside her.

Baili Yi explained the entire incident to Nangong Liuyun, after which Jin’er ended up like this.

He seemed to have not rested well; his handsome face bore fatigue as he leaned against the elevator wall, gazing enviously at Ji Xiaohan.

“Come on, come on, just let me have a glimpse!” Shangguan Muer tugged Nangong Liuyun’s sleeve excitedly.

Yet she was heartless and ungrateful, having abandoned Cui Zeming for the sake of wealth and status, now following the famously renowned Chen Erhui.

There was another sentence she left unsaid: You don’t even understand the doctrines of my Benzhai faith properly. Now you say such things—isn’t that a bit presumptuous?

Nowadays, the hierarchy of surnames was: the five great families and seven renowned clans, imperial families, noble lineages, wealthy common Han surnames, ordinary common Han surnames, noble foreign surnames, common foreign surnames, and lowly foreign surnames.

Number 14 sat dazed, saying nothing more, stunned and motionless, never rising again.

San’er trembled slightly, burying her head deeper into Chu Junfeng’s robe, refusing to lift it.

Dongfang Feier thought for a moment. Buddhism in the human realm seemed similar: though it urged kindness everywhere, there was ultimately a passive undertone, and elevating the status of the Buddha so high made mortals worship and offer countless tributes.

For a moment, Mo Xibei felt the ground beneath her feet tremble, perhaps even shake. Her body swayed uncontrollably from side to side. If not for Chu Junfeng grabbing her firmly, she would have been suspended midair, dangling awkwardly on the rope.

“Only those who refuse to progress remain stagnant,” Haim calmly said, “and that means self-destruction.” A trace of genuine smile appeared on his composed face as the ‘spirit’ strode up to Reiga and shook his hand firmly.

In fact, Jiang Baici Dan was the captain of Dao Penggong’s personal guard, an absolute confidant familiar with all his private matters.

“Yaya…” At this moment, Ai Ya didn’t know what to say. Though she deeply regretted it, what had happened had happened. Now the only thing left was to solve the problem.

Sometimes she would steal a glance at him and notice he was truly busy. Of course, Yi Huan was busy too, but she had moments of leisure. Shen Ting, however, seemed to work nonstop. Though his net worth was in the billions, Yi Huan felt as though he had been sold to the Qin family. That transaction wasn’t profitable at all.