Volume 1, Chapter 21: Silk Nightgown

Though young, Master Bao had already realized that money could not solve everything. Some things, such as corneal transplants or the agony of illness, were beyond the reach of wealth. When countless others were waiting for their chance, he refused to deprive them of their opportunities or use his money to force a purchase.

"And why wouldn't I dare?" Chu Tianyi teased, her willow-leaf eyebrows arching as the corners of her lips curled upward. Her face was as radiant as a peach blossom, possessing a beauty that was both bold and unbridled.

Lei Ce spent the night bustling about the kitchen. As soon as the bugle sounded, he left for training with his unit. By 7:30, he had borrowed five tables, chairs, and sets of tableware from the canteen and arranged them. After hauling a cart of scrap wood, he headed back to the unit.

Yet, she traversed the Uriah boundary back and forth, only to discover she had not even explored a fraction of it.

She longed to be like others—to let go of all worries, forget about tomorrow, enjoy a passionate love, and marry a man she adored. But reality always dragged her back to her original state just as she began to get carried away.

This realization left Jing Yi feeling uneasy. She turned her head away, resisting his touch, refusing to even look at him.

In truth, one could hardly blame them; it was simply that reaching the top tier of the Korean server was not something an ordinary person could easily achieve.

Jing Yi, however, had no desire to bind her life and death to his. She had decades of her prime left, and she did not want to die.

She struggled to get up, but in the next second, she was swept off her feet. With a 180-degree spin in the air, she was shifted from facing away to facing him directly.

Mingyue found Huang Hongfei in the garden. He was dressed in a short, athletic outfit, hopping about and busily occupied. The ground around him was littered with tangled branches and flowers, while a crowd of maids and elderly servants surrounded him, pleading desperately.

"Who are you people? Why are you seizing us? Do you know who we are?" Zhou Lin demanded, his voice trembling with a facade of bravado, though a dark premonition already gnawed at his heart.

Zheng Xiaoyu had long known the truth: his father and sister were vaguely at odds, and his father favored him, which fueled his sister’s jealousy.

"I shall wait and see," Qian Xiyue replied coldly, curious to see what punishment they would devise.

Du Feng had initially worried that Ji Ziqi might feel embarrassed knowing that Du Kang was aware she had been in his room, but he found her expression gentle and smiling, showing not the slightest trace of unease.

The elders sat far away. The opulent path the bride walked to reach the ceremonial platform was crowded with young people, whose boisterous laughter and teasing created a relaxed and joyful atmosphere.

"That is indeed the case, but as you know, every family and faction has secrets they would rather keep hidden," they said, looking troubled.

Yet, from within the Xuanyue Ancient Sect, they could only watch events unfold from afar, unable to take any action.

"Assistant Mo must truly love Yutong. Ever since he arrived, his gaze has been like glue, stuck fast to her. Even Shang Wuji isn't as persistent as he is," she remarked while Hua Chen pushed her back.

Although things seemed to be turning in their favor, the more chaotic it became, the more uneasy he felt.

Writing for the first time, the characters were naturally shaky and scrawled like tadpoles, with ink smearing into blobs that rendered the script illegible.

The Emperor did not regret hinting that Yintang should submit this memorial; it was the perfect way to flush out the people behind the scenes. Upon investigation, the shadow of the Eighth Beile was inevitably revealed.

Furthermore, this was clearly no ordinary Sea King; otherwise, it would not have caused such a massive commotion. It seemed the Golden Lion had come prepared this time. Pan Chen was merely a pretext; what the Golden Lion truly sought was to earn some fame for himself.

"I have studied the personality of the Snow Wolf Demon Lord. I believe that if the Snow Wolf Demon Lord intends to form an alliance with another demon faction, he does not look at what that faction possesses, nor does he care if they are powerful."

Guan Pu, standing to the side, paid no heed to Gu Ye’s words. He simply stared at the suddenly stagnant point of light, a look of profound tension clouding his murky eyes.

"Haha, I can't help it! It’s just too funny!" Ye Xiang bent over, clutching his stomach in fits of laughter.

Zhu Di glanced carelessly at the floor and laughed, "I have spent too long in the wilderness of Beiping and have become less acquainted with the rules than you who reside in the palace year-round. I even walked on the wrong path! Thank you for the reminder." As he spoke, he stepped several times across the Imperial Road before finally returning to the path designated for ministers.

The outer sect of the Zhuli Sect was filled with powerful figures; countless middle-aged and even elderly men lurked within, waiting for the annual sect competition to gain entry into the inner sect.

"Let's go!" Lei Wu waved his long sleeves forcefully, cast a glance at Ye Fan, and then gave a sharp command, gathering his team to head toward the rear.

Song Jun was equally decisive. Since Dongfang Bai trusted Liu Wei so implicitly, there was no need for him to hesitate any longer.

I did not know how to respond and fell into silence. I was certain that if I married Jin Qiu, I would never have to worry about survival, but can a marriage without love truly be called a marriage? I believed Jin Qiu felt the same.

She refused to believe that Yan Mo did not harbor hatred for what happened in the past, or that she had no other motives for coming today.

Liu Wei's plan was a complete success this time. He had severely underestimated the desperation of current "Legend" players for in-game currency, even though Bai Qi had unilaterally altered the plan, changing the intended 100,000 gold coin gift to 50,000.

"What are you doing?" the man couldn't help but ask, only to be slapped on the face by Lin Xinxin.

A row of sightseeing vehicles pulled to a stop. Reporters swarmed out, brandishing their equipment to photograph everyone. Tian Qi sat on the vehicle, wearing a smile, pointing forward with a sweeping gesture, exuding an air of command.

Accompanied by a chorus of barking, a large hunting dog lunged toward them from a hundred meters away.

Zhao Junchao's friend also smiled, putting an arm around Zhang Shiqian, using a mix of threats and inducements until Zhang finally nodded in agreement.

As their guild’s reputation grew, the three founders became widely known; it was no surprise that they were recognized in public.

Hai An sat there, looking around. Although it was different from abroad, at least here, everyone was like her—black hair and yellow skin—which felt much more comfortable.