Chapter 140: The Vengeful Old Seven

Upon learning it was Jiang Fan, Chen Sheng asked rationally, “Do you know each other?”

Zhan Haocheng sneered contemptuously, “Who does he think he is? Why would I know him?”

Seeing Zhan Haocheng’s haughty attitude, Chen An was certain he knew nothing of Jiang Fan’s background.

He did not rush to respond but looked toward Chen Anlong, silently asking why he had not informed Zhan Haocheng about Jiang Fan’s situation.

Regarding Jiang Fan, Chen Anlong no longer harbored mixed feelings of love and hate; instead, he was consumed by hatred, unable to find an outlet.

As an employer, he believed he had lowered himself to get close to Jiang Fan.

Yet Jiang Fan neither appreciated it nor showed any warmth, remaining cold toward him, even when he worked at the gambling den at night...

“De Ming, go in and take a look!” The Emperor no longer questioned and stood steadily before the palace gate, hands behind his back, issuing the order in a low voice.

Mo’s heart grew uneasy. On one hand, she hoped the Third Prince’s condition would worsen so Qing Shuang would be held accountable; on the other, she feared that if his illness became too severe and suspicion fell on her, it would spell ruin. Conflicting emotions twisted within her mind.

This memorial was submitted by Shen Shixian, listing several grave crimes committed by Shixian and his faction, disavowing any association with him with righteous indignation.

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“Keep going, layer after layer, and you’ll regret ever becoming a star,” An Feng wiped the sweat from his brow, tossed the items into the trunk, and helped Joanna into the car.

Once, he had gently brushed past the golden armor and iron horses of bygone days, holding onto his final despair with a sense of longing.

Shi Gao was an outsider to the royal family, and his talents were mediocre at best. Yet Liu Xun trusted the in-laws, appointing Shi Gao as the chief minister, grand marshal, and general of the chariots, commanding the capital’s garrison forces.

I cursed loudly, kneeling and struggling to move forward, but a stranger blocked me firmly at every turn.

Damn it! I thought to myself, if there’s unsolicited goodwill, it’s either treachery or theft. There must be a huge trap waiting for us inside.

Upon hearing a hundred and two words, Yan Yi came to a realization. A shadow briefly clouded his fair face.

It was clear Zhao Ang’s fate was sealed—death was inevitable. Even though his father was the top general at the time, it couldn’t save him. After all, he had committed a grievous act of disrespect.

Facing ten thousand was hard enough; ten times that was unthinkable. Gao could only take one step at a time.

Yet heaven seemed unwilling to watch Shi Jia perish just like that. Huang Chuping arrived, bringing hope with him.

However, Jin Yi’s approach to the mission completely disregarded the game’s progression. She guessed. No one initially knew if the three main concubines in the Nangong inner courtyard guarded anyone named Cong Cui. Jin Yi led the team through numerous attempts, with only a guess as to the outcome. Who would have thought there really was a Cong Cui locked away?

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Song Ersheng simply did not want her sister or the elder relatives to know she was on the brink of death. After Yongxin arrived, she secretly squeezed his hand, asking him to cooperate. If she could just hold on, even if she died afterward, she wouldn’t let her sister think she died because of today’s incident.

The insect-controlling cultivator’s eyes widened as he was sent flying backward again, his spiritual power dissipating like the wind, his golden core shattering bit by bit.

“No, I just like to nap again in your bed. Sigh, it’s a pity that even waking up so early, I still can only hug a pillow!” Jiang Shuai spread his arms and flopped onto Jian Fan’s big bed, casually grabbing a pillow to hold close.

After all, Li Wudao had fought alongside them before and had owed much to the Hundred Flowers battle team. They believed Li Wudao had his reasons for acting as he did.

Captain America Steve was relatively kind-hearted and thus did not restrain Balan. But Bucky was different. Through Li Wudao’s deliberate design, he was now absolutely cold and ruthless—Winter Soldier, a deadly assassin who obeyed orders without question.

Jiu Yue glanced at the few people inside the room, smiled faintly at Ming Yue, then led the White Snake toward her. The two sat down together in the end.

Both he and Li Yao entered the Jinling General’s Mansion, temporarily requisitioned by Li Qian, their faces ashen and silent.

The northern city prison’s warden was a Japanese soldier unfamiliar with prison management. He left all matters to the chief jailer, focusing only on military affairs. The chief jailer thus became the true ruler of the prison.