Chapter Twenty-Three

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However, the state of mind is different; it is a state of mind that follows from the past. This is unlike other things; even if manifested, it is equivalent to the absolute peak of one’s previous life.

Liu Huo’s words were heavy, and everyone was convinced. No one had any objections; all that remained was execution.

Since Li Nan had the city map, the route was easy to find, though the road conditions were poor, and the rain poured down without any sign of stopping.

"Has President Huo been staying in Dongjiang recently?" Wang Peng sat down opposite Huo Zhibei and tossed him a cigarette.

"88 heads!" A cold-eyed assassin clad in leather armor scanned the area and spoke. A burning light flashed in his eyes. He was not a young nobleman like Sorrow of the Moon or Waltz Under the Moon, but a member of the Lost Heart family, Lost Emotion.

Chai Rong was a selected cadre assigned to Quliu Township the same year as Zhong Hongxuan. He had worked in the Party and Government Office for five years, and for some reason, he could never get ahead, yet he saw the situation throughout the township with perfect clarity.

"I have things to do; I’m leaving." Han Shui’er did not want to waste any more time here. She reluctantly pushed against Jing Moxuan’s solid chest, intending to leave this suffocating place.

Yu’er, who had followed her out, gasped at the sight of Lady Ling. "My Lady!" she cried, rushing over to support her swaying form.

Jing Moxuan’s original elegance was shattered by Han Shui’er’s words. He put down his chopsticks. "Why? We are husband and wife; shouldn't we be together?" Although his tone was calm, one could still hear the extreme coldness and fury beneath it.

Every year on this day, her heart ached terribly. It was the anniversary of her mother’s death, yet beyond shedding tears in secret, she could do nothing.

Yu Dayong also found it amusing. How much power did these people and departments really have? Why not just go directly to the top leadership? What was the need for such a grand display?

Once left alone, Concubine Shu took out the porcelain bottle Jasmine had left her, retrieved the Phoenix Seal, and began to dress herself.

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In truth, people are like this: losing face in front of acquaintances is more painful than in front of others, especially when Yuan Xiaotian and Ye Feng were not just ordinary acquaintances—they were enemies.

Steward Zhao shook his head, distributing number tags to the children who passed the assessment and arranging for them to study at the Medicine Bureau. As fate would have it, Stone and Zhao Ning’s numbers fell right before and after Song Ruyu’s, and even their desks and bunks were adjacent, which left Song Ruyu truly depressed for a long time.

"If it hadn't been for an accident ten years ago, I’m afraid we would have already crossed blades. Your Kingly Weapon slaughters in all directions and is invincible; so, where is your Kingly Weapon?" Liu Qian said unhurriedly.

Lu Linghuo looked up at Ye Feng’s handsome, clean face, and her heartstrings were plucked fiercely once more. A feeling of meeting too late arose in her, different from the ordinary sentiment—it was a regret mixed with endless sorrow.

Mo Wanwan thought that with her beauty, even if she couldn't make Jun Yanchen fall for her, she could at least stir his compassion. She thought that after kowtowing a few times, he would relent, but her forehead was already bleeding, and Jun Yanchen, instead of speaking, sat on his stool with an air of composure, looking at her with clear contempt in his eyes.

Wang Tairong’s fingers had been crushed by Mian; he was in too much pain to speak. Mian lifted the obese Wang Tairong with one hand, nodded toward Zisu and Huiying, and then flew off.

Listening to Jun Yanchen, Mo Jiuqing didn't know what to say. This man always did things silently, leaving her so moved she didn't know how to react—just as he was doing now.

This left Lin Zheng slightly stunned. He frowned in deep thought, truly unable to fathom who this Xia Ming actually was.

Young people are most unable to let go of these trivial matters of love, but old monsters like him enjoyed nothing more than watching young people fail to let go.

After the hardships she had endured, she was physically and mentally exhausted, with only one word in her mind: revenge. If she could have her vengeance, she would pay any price; body, soul, nothing mattered.

Jingun had a first love, and while such a plot saddened her, it also gave her a sliver of hope.

Tong Yun had never liked that Salashan; she always felt he was a playboy with no sincerity. Even if he did have some, she didn't care for it. Her heart had long since been given to Li Shiyao; how could it possibly hold another?

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Meiru’s demeanor was extremely arrogant. She looked down at Lin Feng from a position of superiority, just like the once-haughty Meiran, not regarding Lin Feng in the slightest.

"Ma Hui, are you trying to die? You know I’m busy, yet you come here smashing the door?" Wu Dalong cursed as he pulled up his trousers and opened the door.

A veteran soldier put down the body of the Japanese soldier, wiped his dog-blood-stained hands on the corpse, cleaned his bayonet, and returned it to the sheath at his waist.

"You..." Ancestor Xingchen choked. He wanted to retort, but seeing the Soul Clan ancestor secretly signal him, he was forced to swallow his words, his teeth nearly shattering from the sheer humiliation and frustration.

"This Lake Heart Island is not suitable for battle. Let's go to the Kunlun Mountains!" Zhang Fan stepped down, landing on the head of the Blood Demon Flood Dragon.

What followed was a hollow conversation between master and servant, nothing more than how much gambling debt remained and whether Lu Jingyi could get rich through gambling. Si Nan couldn't be bothered to listen, so he dragged Linghu Qing away.

"She doesn't like to eat fish!" Lu Cangming declared as he sat beside Yun Yan, looking at her with a half-smile while addressing the words to Lu Xunchen.

Ren Sinian, with a tone of appreciation, gave these four words as an evaluation and pulled Leng Yi in front of the full-length mirror.