Volume 1, Chapter 59: The Strife of Two Parties

Having been startled countless times already, the production crew stared dumbfounded at the monitor. It took them a long while to snap back to reality, and someone finally howled, "Holy shit." Those two words were barely enough to express their current state of mind.

The Hummer was in an extremely perilous position; the slightest external force would shatter its current equilibrium and send it plunging down the cliffside, though the vehicle itself did not suffer severe structural damage.

Wei Xiao stared at her in a daze, suddenly realizing that it had been far too long since he had laid eyes on such breathtaking physical beauty in broad daylight.

At twelve o'clock noon, Li Jingyi appeared at the hotel. Watching his manager begin making arrangements on the side, he took a deep breath and glanced from the backstage area at the reporters who were already seated.

Su Wushuang was slightly moved to the point of tears, but upon realizing that his matters were not yet fully resolved, she knew that if she were to accept Gu Xi's proposal at this moment, her father would have to rush to deal with those affairs alongside him, which would inevitably cause a slight delay in his career. Given the current circumstances, it was the least appropriate time to discuss matters of the heart, so she smiled faintly and shook her head.

The old lady was advanced in years. Viewed from a distance, her eyesight seemed somewhat poor, and she did not cast sharp, piercing gazes at anyone, yet she was meticulously dressed and radiated a spirited vitality.

Lin Feng sat at his desk, watching Yin Xiaoru huddle beside her roommate whispering anxiously about something.

Although doing so was safer, his lordship Prince Kang was not entirely devoid of loyal guards and retainers; what was the purpose of everything happening now?

"Sit here!" As these words slipped past Hanyu's lips, Song Tingjun withdrew the hand he had just raised and closed his mouth, having no choice but to pick up the remote control and sit back down.

The two princesses, currently listening to their tutor's lecture, felt the temperature inside the room drop noticeably. The ambient heat that had previously lingered around them due to the scorching weather seemed to dissipate entirely, bringing a touch of refreshing coolness.

"Knowing Miss Feng's identity is natural for the Young Master; in this world, there is nothing the Young Master does not know," Qinglv said with a hint of triumph.

Tang Pinmao's body fell like an autumn leaf without the slightest suspense, instantly swallowed by the surging waves.

A glimmer of light sparked in An Yujing's eyes. She turned her head to gaze at the anxious Han Yue, unable to smile, yet unable to cry either.

"Fine, then can I go out and stroll around the neighborhood for a bit? The scenery in the mountains is quite nice, and staying cooped up in this room all the time is driving me crazy," Ye Li retreated a step and continued to plead.

Inwardly, Xia Jie sneered. It seemed he had struck a raw nerve with this old fox.

An Yujing murmured in acknowledgment. Not until the door closed and she was certain he had left did she unfold the letter and read through it carefully.

The door was pushed open, and Number Seven walked in from outside, holding a transparent crystal bottle in his hand.

Hundreds of piercing sounds rang out in quick succession as hundreds of silver needles surged like the sea, hurtling forward in a dense, inescapable net that rolled and overturned. The coachman in front of the lavishly decorated carriage leaped into the air, instantly drawing the long sword at his waist and slashing rapidly. The silver light flashed like lightning, and a powerful gale swept backward in a counter-current like a whirlwind.

Cheng Yuanzhi and Deng Mao had thought through many things, and their plans had seemed wonderfully flawless, yet they had considered only their own martial prowess while completely ignoring the two figures galloping fiercely toward them! Having never encountered Guan Zhang before, they probably could not have figured out how formidable those two were even if they racked their brains.

Throughout the entire palace, the only sound was that of his head kowtowing against the floor, creating an eerily chilling atmosphere.

Ever since Ling Xin became pregnant, Yi Chen had stopped going to the company and worked entirely from home. Any crucial matters were generally handled by Jiang Moquan.

After a momentary daze of confusion, Xiang Qianmo finally figured out what the man meant by a "token of gratitude," and the tips of her ears instantly burned hot.

"Lord Magistrate, calm your anger! Such demonic beings cannot be slain by ordinary means; we must first use black dog blood to break his sorcery, and then expose him to the blazing sunlight to eliminate him completely!" the county magistrate said with an air of absolute confidence.

He could casually shell out hundreds of millions just to buy these designer gowns—every single one of which was something she could never afford in this lifetime.

Instead, a wisp of golden energy drifted from the long river of time, intertwining itself around this remnant soul.

Neither of these two materials was particularly rare; both were wasteland resources, and people like Xiahou Tian and Shen Qinghe would simply purchase them directly to complete their upgrades.

Having suffered a devastating blow, the remaining humans on Blue Star finally understood how they should proceed in the future.

"Then feel free to admire him to your heart's content; I'm heading home," Su Qingluan said, attempting to bypass the group of them.

"What are you standing around for? After them!" Tang Zhen clutched his bleeding head and let out an angry roar.

Fuming with rage, Ling Xin strode into the company. It was infuriating, yet she could do nothing about him; the world was simply that unfair.

The person on duty for the Council of Elders was a third-rank perfection-stage male belonging to the Toreador clan. With his handsome face and elegant demeanor, it was impossible to read his expression.

Qin Hu and Meng Sanbao were both outstanding talents among the younger generation, recruited into the estate as personal guards last year. Everything about them was fine, except that their personalities were somewhat too lively and unrestrained.

Sensing something was amiss, Song Boling immediately stepped forward and parted Zhuang Fangjie's eyelids, only to find her eyes completely vacant and lifeless.

Even from a distance of several hundred meters, where the people atop could not be clearly seen, everyone's gazes were nonetheless drawn over, knowing full well that it must be Chen Zhenghui.

From the bottom of her heart, Lu Ruohua had no wish to pay him any mind, but in front of everyone, she could not afford to be discourteous, so she nodded and complied.

The dealer dealt three community cards: the Five of Clubs, the Six of Spades, and the Jack of Spades. Yuli added a chip; player one on the left folded, player two called, and player one on the right also chose to fold.

It was rare for Jiang Shaohua to be caught traveling after nightfall. After spurring her horse onward for thirty miles to ensure that those starving refugees had zero possibility of turning back to follow her, she finally halted to rest.

Having rushed over hurriedly this morning, this drama already contained quite a few provocative elements after receiving approval from the authorities above.

Chief Secretary Chen, whose given name was Zhuo, served as the Left Chief Secretary of the Prince of Nanyang's estate. During his lifetime, the Prince of Nanyang held Chen Zhuo in high esteem, entrusting him with all external affairs and diplomatic communications between the estate and court officials.