Chapter 165: Borrowing Money

Siyao did not know either. Perhaps things had gone wrong ever since she made that deal with the old man.
Siyao remained completely silent.
Xing Jue said, "Back then we were only engaged, but I had already thought of names for our future children. When the old matriarch sent someone to ask if we should change the bed, I said yes, because I knew your temperament. After our child was born, you certainly wouldn't let him sleep alone, nor would you let him sleep with the nann—"
"Your subordinate understands!" A robust warrior clad in thunderous battle armor dropped to one knee, his expression resolute.
People crowded around with mouths watering. Mr. Baomu shouted to maintain order while dishing out plates of risotto and passing them to everyone.
"I'm sure you all know how to barbecue. Of course... what I grill will be reserved exclusively for Claire, so... if you want to eat, you'd better make it yourselves. Also... we have fine wine to go with the meat, which will be simply wonderful," Zhen Fan said, and then began carving the meat.
Burning incense in ordinary times truly paid off. Seeing that Li Lizhi was reasoning things out rather than favoring her own kin and was clearly leaning toward him, Liu Yuan felt a surge of joy.
"We could take a trip to the suburbs and see, perhaps we'll find something!" Christina said to Zhen Fan. "What kind of rain can alter a magnetic field?" She found the question somewhat baffling.
Liu Yue appeared to be dancing, yet the soles of his feet were interwoven with delicate threads. Under the graceful movements of his dance, these threads crossed paths in an intricate yet orderly fashion.
Bite's remarks provoked a round of laughter, followed immediately by questions from the entertainment reporters. Such alternating questioning ensured that neither side was favored.
Influenced by spiritual energy, the clouds plummeted rapidly. During their descent, the pristine white clouds abruptly turned into dark thunderclouds accompanied by rumblings of thunder and flashes of lightning.
"Damn it~ I went through so much trouble to secure a top-tier number, and now you're telling me I don't need to queue? Today, I, the Emperor, will make things difficult for this hot pot restaurant," Long Wei cursed.
It was rare for everyone to be in such high spirits, and given Jian Shang's enormous gains this time, he had no wish to spoil the atmosphere.
Feng Zhiyou's expression turned glacial, her eyelids as gloomy as storm clouds. She directly pulled out the estate seal from her sleeve and slammed it heavily into the palm of her hand.
Even more incredible was that the general headquarters had already approved it, meaning the plan had been submitted to the ministry. Looking closer, Poly was the sole investor, footing the entire bill, while Li Ding'an was a direct placement by leadership itself. The ministry would hardly find fault with that.
With a deafening crash, a terrifying rift tore open across the void above the sea of blood. A massive, blood-red hand emanating monstrous fiendish aura abruptly thrust out from within, lunging straight toward Sean.
Cao Cao immediately stood tall in his stirrups, gazing into the distance. His personal guards hurried out to meet the approaching forces, and soon more cavalry emerged from behind bearing the banners of Cao and Bao, causing Cao Cao to breathe a slight sigh of relief.
After a long while, Jia She's emotions finally settled. As the heavy tension lifted from his mind, a long sequence of flashing, cinematic images flooded his vision.
Outside, throngs of onlookers had gathered. Not only common citizens, but many officials' relatives and even matrons of noble households secretly came to catch a glimpse of the spectacle.
His gaze fell upon their faces once more. Looking at those two faces, a trace of reluctance welled up within him again.
Fu Niantian paid no mind to these matters. Leaving Zhao Yunen's office, she had Lu Zhuoan take her to an incense shop to replenish some necessities.
Five days quietly slipped away. Cold sweat covered Sean's brow; had his soul not been immensely powerful, he surely would have struggled to sustain such continuous depletion for five days and nights.
"In your eyes, is this prince's credibility really that low?" Feng Zhiyou asked with a sour expression, her word-is-law character having its integrity questioned for the very first time.
"Why are you telling me all this?" I asked. If his goal was to kill me, he could have just done it. Why waste so many words? Killing me wouldn't stop him from being forced into the role of the Ghost King, and it could even save his beloved. Why on earth would he tell me this?