Chapter 68: Fortunate

A few seconds after the words fell, Bai Yu pushed the door open and entered, his chin raised, carrying an air of aloofness. Yet, he no longer interrupted their conversation as he had before, and unusually, he poured a drink for Si Yao. Si Yao smiled at him. Bai Yu flicked her forehead, “Next time you make something public, discuss it with me in advance.” His meaning was clear: the matter was settled.

Suddenly, he thought of a way to compensate the other party—the formation of a salvage fleet would require at least half a year of preparation. There was still some time before inviting Huang Yuan to serve as the fleet’s chief commander. Why not have him help collect some sea-recovered porcelain during this period?

“You wretch! How dare you come here?” Tian Xue’s eyes blazed with fury as she glared at Long Linfei, shouting loudly. She hurriedly retreated several steps, and immediately, a sharp aura emanated from the secret chamber.

Thus, as he regained his senses, he first felt the fluctuating power the War Emperor displayed. Though formidable, it was not as invincible as he had imagined. For someone who had lingered at the Grandmaster level for years, it was a crushing blow. He said nothing, turned, and walked away.

“Since when is it your turn to manage my dating schedule?” Zhang Mingyu laughed and scolded, clearly not annoyed by Gu Qiu Yue’s meddling.

“Could you tell me more about what happened last time you were here? I don’t like venturing into places blindly. If possible, I’d like to know more about this location.” I spoke candidly.

“Miss, are you alright? Check if you’re hurt anywhere,” Zhang Chu scrutinized Gu Ling’er from head to toe, his brows knotted, concern etched on his face.

If I discover that Old Gao’s yin token is genuine, how would he explain it? If I remember correctly, the rule among us is that anything brought in from outside must be placed in the safe. But Old Gao did not do so.

Long Linfei’s anger surged instantly. What he hated most was his mother’s scheming nature, the way every word was calculated. He didn’t know when it began, but even their ordinary interactions had become tinged with false affection and cold indifference.

“Gold is easy to come by, a good husband is hard to find. It’s good that you think this way. If you ask me, why not wait for next spring’s imperial exams? Pick a top scholar or someone of humble yet promising background—easy to control, with moderate family prestige, fitting your temperament,” Ye An’an mused.

From the moment she began studying Xu Zheng’s background, she was deeply repulsed by him, believing he was a useless man fond only of clever words and lust. Yet, after these past two days of deeper interaction, she realized how laughable her assumptions had been.

I could not tell what my feelings were that night. I’d always resisted him, unwilling to see him again, and yet seeing the bloodied mess on his back tore open something inside me. What kind of emotion was this? I had never felt it before.

“Since you say it’s a door god, it must be here to protect people,” Fu Sinan answered calmly.

Li Xiaoyao did not urge him, merely advanced his ancient sword by a few inches, piercing the skin on Chen Nan’s throat. Blood slid down the blade.

One by one, the new recruits looked at her with aggrieved expressions. Their mixture of anger, hatred, and grievance was so exaggerated it bordered on ridiculous.

Cheng Huanhuan probably knew her own limits and did not struggle, obediently burying her head in Shen Jiafu’s arms and slowly closing her eyes. By the time Shen Jiafu’s family placed her in the car, she was already fast asleep.

Prince Pingcheng recalled Emperor Chengqian’s furious rebuke in the palace. Rage welled up in his chest; he smashed the teapot and stormed out of the room.

Yet, most people cared little for Panda Mengmeng’s functions; they were far more interested in the technology embedded within it.