Volume One, Chapter 39: The Most Handsome Man in the Chen Kingdom!

Because medical treatment here was cheap, most of the patients were poor, with some ordinary folk even queuing before dawn. Yet, if a person of power arrived, the ingrained oppression in their hearts led them to give way. Since Lin Mingzhu firmly forbade this, the elite began to pay the commoners to queue for them instead.

How laughable that Lin Chuliu once believed Shen Ying was helping her; now, she realized Shen Ying merely sought to cut her off from the outside world.

Hearing Lin Chuliu explain the visitor’s identity, both Shen Ying and Gu Di scoffed inwardly.

After a long while, a head crowned with messy, long black hair slowly rose, the wind scattering her locks. The moment their eyes met, Xie Nanzhi’s gaze flickered with rare panic, and she quickly looked away.

After Zhou Yaping left, Fan Jianming immediately returned to California Café. The waiter was still indignantly recounting his disdain toward Fan Jianming to his colleagues, as if Fan Jianming had stolen his cake.

“No more comparisons; we really can’t compete. Even Chef Jing can’t match him—how could we dare?” the chefs echoed.

She had worried before: even if she humbled herself, would Fan Jianming still accept who she had become?

Another guest aboard the yacht was Chi Heng, one of the five winners.

The figure by the window straightened, half her face shrouded in shadow. Without hesitation, she reached out and snipped the freshly trimmed flower, leaving a solitary stem standing mockingly in the pot.

But the most astonishing thing was not that—what was truly shocking was the sponsorship of land. Someone was willing to sponsor land for Future Technology to sell their products, asking for nothing in return. Compared to that, utilities like water and electricity were mere trifles.

Not only was there no prohibition, but there was also a tea room for examinees to drink water and palace biscuits distributed for sustenance. Xue Tingrang ate his biscuit with tea in the room before cleansing his hands and returning to the hall.

Yi Feishi felt pity for the false Xu Lian, but falsehood remains false. When the end comes, the fake Xu Lian will fade away, and her endless suffering will cease as well.

“Forget it, I have no desire to warm a cold heart,” Mo Xian shook his head, content to keep things easy.

In her previous life, Ye Jiarou was neglected, and Ye Chu cared for her at every turn. Yet Ye Chu’s kindness was seen as mere charity; now, reborn, Ye Chu’s attitude would surely change.

Upon returning to the residence, she hurried straight to Ronghui Hall, her icy expression startling even the maids and old women she passed.

“That’s true…” Meng Haochang started to say something else, but Lu Shenming walked in, apparently to make tea as well.

Ye Jiarou was stunned. She was about to say, “He forced it on me,” but stopped, adopting a posture of aggrieved submission.

Qin Fengyi smiled, “His Majesty isn’t such a person.” Indeed, that troublesome tattler, the Crown Prince, had slandered him.

Man Yi’s frozen face finally relaxed. She sipped hot tea, feeling its warmth spread from throat to belly, thawing her insides.

By the lake, Helian Liruo pulled open her collar with both hands. The fabric, stuck to her skin, tore at her wound, ripping away a layer of flesh. She gasped in pain.

Just as Xiao Twelve pondered, a small fist loomed large in his vision, and he quickly shut his eyes.

Both the Big Mouth and Kassadin are late-game champions, and even if dragged into the late game, it’s not too weak.

Tang Ning couldn’t help but laugh, realizing Rong Xuan was distressed over his past hardships.

“It was Chuxia’s foresight that reminded us. In this contest, Chuxia’s apprentice, Han Xun’s apprentice, and your disciple, Old Zhou, all participated. The other embroiderers will surely question the fairness and impartiality of the competition.”

The only thing written was “304 Special Operations Brigade, Captain Chu Feng,” nothing else.

In the workplace, everyone resents their superiors. Sometimes their actions make everyone feel uncomfortable.

After spending time with Yan Yi, he naturally understood the meaning of those three words: it meant their knowledge of the Black Qi was too limited, making them too passive when facing it.

The void, like a phantom, gradually solidified. A beast thousands of feet tall appeared before Ye Tian, roaring and snapping countless trees as if meteors were crashing to earth.

“You want revenge? The court has countless officials who can’t deal with the Tartars—how could you?” Second Sister Zhou shouted.

After a while, he recalled the “intruder” from that day. Piecing together recent events, he was increasingly convinced the money had been donated with someone’s help, which diverted attention and gave him a good reputation.

The person beneath the umbrella seemed to sense it, standing still and gazing in the direction of their beloved.

Chuck adjusted his decorative glasses, and the big screen instantly projected a chessboard.

He didn’t know what Yu Qing was doing inside, but that didn’t stop him from showing his care.

Previously, there was the incident of Jisen framing Phantom Thief Y; now, only the side effects of the special medicine had been exposed. The building’s destruction was kept secret by Theodore himself, and no one believed it was related to Phantom Thief Y or the medicine's side effects.

As soon as the pot began to smell, toss in the chopped pickled cabbage and stir-fry. After a few turns, once the cabbage changes color, add water and cover.

Shen Jaming shook his head in denial, but also looked over. He was very familiar with Tang Yue’s handwriting and wondered what was with the scribbling.

He was used to such scenes, having dreamed of them many times. The only pity was that there were few people on either side to give him admiring looks and cheers.

Arriving at Qingfeng Monastery, Qingfeng bowed to the two, warned Leader Wang, and prepared to return inside.

Daoist Baiyun, who had previously chased Zhang Xiaofeng shouting threats, was now in no hurry to act.

Yang Qiyuan, courteous and refined, addressed the old man as “sir”—after all, he was thirty-three. Yet every question was sharp and penetrating.

Chen Ao was stunned, thinking: the official certificate and imperial decree are all in the bundle, currently in Duan Yi’s hands. How could he find them to show?

Just as the Loach King was about to beg for mercy, Qingfeng calmly addressed the three evil ghosts, then pointed to the tiles beneath the Loach King—two bamboo threes lay silently there.