One Hundred Three: Tragedy Onstage and Offstage

The room was very quiet. Yao Zhao kept her head lowered, her expression obscured, and only Nan Jue’s gentle voice could be heard. When she reached this point in her story, Nan Jue choked up, “I never expected that after returning, she would choose to end her life in the same way her mother did. She was able to go to the film set during the day because I promised her I would always stay by her side.”

Upon hearing this, Qu Wan glanced at Yao Zhao, but her expression remained unreadable.

Nan Jue rose to her feet. “Ah Zhao, I’m sorry. I told you to wait for me, but I’ve let you down again.”

Yao Zhao bit her lip lightly, her face devoid of emotion. Her hands rested on her knees, and a sharp pain twisted in her heart.

“Her mental state is poor. The doctor says she’s suffering from depression…”

This ancestor had no idea that among his descendants, one with ‘extraordinary talent and ambition’ had already begun a rebellion.

Master, Fifth Prince indeed ate little at lunch, and it was due to unhappiness and sorrow, but his sadness had nothing to do with Third Prince, alright?

Sun Wukong was already in bad shape. The Great Sage admitted his power had continued to grow, but that didn’t mean the recent attack hadn’t harmed him. To put it bluntly, if the fight continued, the Great Sage might be injured, while Sun Wukong would undoubtedly collapse from exhaustion.

The person who stepped forward, the leader of the aquatic clan, knew the man before him wouldn’t let matters rest. With a wave of his hand, the vigilant clansmen launched their attack against Duan Lang.

Yet, the expressions of the two were somewhat different. Hong Xuan frowned and glanced at Hong Shi, then resumed his contemplation, as if disagreeing with his third brother’s opinion.

Ruan Liangdi took the wine pouch and tended his wound, and I tore off a strip of my skirt to help bandage him.

Given how much the Lady values Hong Hui, if she learns his life will be short, she’ll surely lose her mind.

He is the proud and untamed Great Sage Equal to Heaven, who wreaks havoc in the celestial court if he feels slighted. Yet at the same time, he is the grateful Sun Wukong; Lu Li rescued him from beneath the Five-Finger Mountain, and he will surely repay that kindness.

Some overly imaginative reporters, seeing Su Yi coldly dismiss people as soon as she took the stage, began to speculate internally.

When Shuya carried Lin Xin’er outside, a sandstorm swept past, covering the entire sky, blurring Shuya’s vision.

Las Vegas, the largest city in Nevada, USA, is a vast nation of tourism, shopping, and vacation built around gambling.

“Mei’er, go wash my clothes!” Han Caiying stretched lazily as she got out of bed, too sluggish to move. Seeing Han Yingmei picking up clothes in the courtyard, she issued her command.

“Yes, yes, I thought there’d never be guests in this inn again. Please have a seat, I’ll go prepare noodles for you right away.” The innkeeper spoke, beaming as he turned to busy himself in the kitchen.

No matter what, when she first arrived, Uncle Zhang was indeed very warm to her. But after Granny Jiang’s remarks and Cao Jin’s departure, Uncle Zhang cooled towards her, though he never lost his respectful manner.

Hearing Zhen Rou softly pray in his arms, Cao Jin’s hand, pressing on her delicate waist, paused, then moved steadily upward, stopping at her vest, then pressed down.

This achievement originally belonged to Han Yingxue; he dared not claim credit and so explained the situation.

“Xiao Yi, don’t speak, please don’t say anything. I’ll take you away from here, I promise I’ll take you away.” Qiao Jin looked at Yan Xiaoyi, whose face was pale and eyes lifeless.

Ye Qingluo gently brushed aside the strands by her cheek and stepped toward the three sacred beasts.

“Father, don’t believe them. They’re slandering me. Last night, they sent assassins to kill me.” Yuan Shang complained, as assassins had stormed in the night and terrified him for hours.

The pavilion had been empty, but as Mu Yi pushed open the door and entered, a figure appeared instantly—white hair, white dress, white skirt, her entire presence as pristine as snow, exuding an icy aura like a living sculpture.

During the Olympics, Lin Yuan had a close relationship with the chairman of the Beijing Olympic Committee. Let’s not forget that the chairman held another significant position, and when Lin won the Fitz Prize, he was even received by the nation’s top leader.