Chapter 35: "Your Highness, why not add a prize for the Princess? It would make winning all the more delightful."

Xie Liwei’s elder sister was the late Empress Xie Wanqing, who had been the primary wife of the First Prince’s father. By that logic, the First Prince was indeed expected to address him as "little uncle."

However, he did not even deign to call his own biological uncle by that title, so how could he possibly be willing to call this man "little uncle"? Furthermore, Xie Wanqing had been dead for many years; he no longer needed to acknowledge his father’s primary wife, let alone a cheap uncle like him.

"The Prince is joking," the First Prince replied, dryly retracting his address of "Brother Xie." It was truly infuriating.

Yet, in his memories, the Xie Liwei from before Xie Wanqing’s death had not been this detestable. Back then, he was as gentle as jade, often bringing him and his younger brother along to study, and whenever he entered the palace, he would bring them small trinkets from the common world.

No one has ever walked the path of another, so who can truly know another's suffering? What one person deems worthless, another may not find truly unworthy. To each their own taste, and each must bear their own burdens. Qin Xiaohan tightened his grip on his dagger. One walks through a thicket of prosperity; how can one expect not to have a single leaf cling to them?

"Skree!" Although the Phoenix Bird was currently weak, its powerful divine sense remained. It keenly sensed the attack from above, let out a sharp cry, flapped its wings, and darted aside.

Because the image of the Phoenix Cloud Sable was too well-known and she feared being recognized, Xi Xizhi tried her best to avoid direct confrontation with the guards, constantly dodging and running.

When the landing party boarded the surrendering Spanish merchant ship and signaled that they had gained control, cheers erupted from every ship in the Seventh Fleet.

Qing Xian’er merely nodded. On the surface, he appeared exactly as he seemed, but what he was truly thinking in his heart remained a mystery.

Every minister who met An Honghan’s icy, emotionless gaze immediately dismissed that thought. How could His Majesty possibly possess a shred of approachability?

Zi Jin stood to the side, remaining silent for the moment, simply standing quietly and wondering if the Marquis of Pingbei was about to tell Ye Mingxuan about the assassination attempt that night, though she wondered what was written on his palm.

"Thank you." Su Junyan stared into the eyes of the man before him, trying to discern the ambition of a man who wished to swallow the world.

However, he had not spoken, and since most of those at the main table knew his identity, no one paid him any mind.

Mu Que and Mu Lin were getting married at the same time, a union personally bestowed by the Emperor—this was a joyous occasion indeed.

The State of Wu was different; Dongying City was located in Cheng’an Prefecture in the south of Wu. It was said that this single prefecture had a population of over a hundred million.

"Fellow Daoist Mu, how much longer will you wait?" The burly man, seeing that he had been unable to subdue his opponent for so long and knowing the man’s footwork was formidable, shouted aloud.

Su Zici ate freshly roasted peanuts, piping hot, and took a sip of century-old ginseng wine. His entire body felt warm, as if a furnace had been lit from within; he could run a lap in the dead of winter and not feel a chill.

Overall, he was very happy; his employment was finally settled, so he happily went to report the good news to Mother Han.

Hu Baozhu had never met such a person and did not know how to communicate with her. She felt even more heartache for Hua Yulin—how had she made it through these past years?

Such a healthy and beautiful child would surely have many people vying to adopt her once she entered the orphanage. Xie Ying insisted on staying there, hoping to use her status as a "temporary guardian" to secure the initiative for her aunt to adopt.

"Cui Dake, come here and help me knead the dough." Nan Yi had just poured water over the flour and immediately began ordering Cui Dake around without ceremony.

After casually picking up a few stones scattered on the ground, Song Yang returned to the seashore and began trading items with the local natives.

"If this continues, the four great surnames of our village—Chen, Huang, Zhao, and Liu—might all face the prospect of no heirs!" The elder of the Huang clan in Jinxi Village said, his heart heavy with worry as he looked toward the future.

If he persevered, he believed that before long, he would be able to perceive the boundary of Super Saiyan 3. Moreover, as long as he could maintain his sanity, he would be able to learn even more from Bardock.

Duan Jinrui smiled helplessly, yet felt a sense of pride. He personally sent Liu Moyan toward the palace gate, where five hundred well-equipped imperial guards were already waiting. From a distance, Liu Moyan could see the black hems of their garments fluttering in the wind beneath their armor; the rhythmic clashing sound was like a war song.

Ever since Jinse had narrowly escaped death, she had recovered quite a bit over the past few days. Xuan Ming was naturally happy, but some things he had forgotten in previous days had returned to his mind. They felt like thorns pricking his chest, and every touch brought a wave of irritation.

Cui Liu was not particularly outstanding in appearance, at least in Li Ye’s eyes. But beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and Li Ye only had eyes for Cui Liu’s slender waist. Li Ye gave a faint smile and said, "Cui Liu, I asked you here today because there is a matter I wish to discuss with you; I would like to hear your opinion."

The story branches off into two, but leaving aside Zhao Erzhu and Wei Changhe, who were trembling with suppressed laughter, let us focus on Watanabe Ue, who had just received the blueprint delivered by Bai Qiming.

Xuan Ming still remembered the look in Shangguan Hong’s eyes when he spoke of his mother—a softness that could not be concealed. At that moment, he knew Shangguan Hong loved his mother. Those warm and moving words had been genuine.

The snow by the sea, however, was somewhat like the winter sun; it not only brightened one’s eyes but was also sudden. For instance, yesterday it was a sky full of heavy snow, but today it was already a warm winter day.

"You're going to meet the EX team next, are you alright?" Zheng Pingwu asked with some concern.

"No, are you lying to me? The Emperor's decree has already been issued, perhaps my brother has already..." Yun Xiao gritted her teeth, enduring the pain, her face streaming with tears.

"I should be able to solo kill the Orianna in the middle lane..." Wang Xiu thought, his eyes narrowing slightly. Glancing at the Orianna, who had already walked to the center of the lane, Wang Xiu quickly calculated his damage output against her resistances.