Chapter 29: Mother Gu Hands Her Over to the Scum

The afternoon card game was a card game in name only; it was, in truth, a disguised matchmaking session. Gu Fangyu did not want to stay for even a second.

However, her mother was in high spirits, insisting she get a facial and have her hair styled, and even personally selecting a sophisticated Chanel-style outfit for her.

"Fangyu, why don't you take my seat for a while?" her mother said, deliberately stepping away from the table.

She was reluctant...

Upon seeing the testimony submitted by Qin Zheng in the memorial, the Emperor looked at Princess Tai'an before him with growing irritation. From beginning to end, the King of Yannan had played a disgraceful role, his every intention aimed at instigating the First Prince to murder Chen Dong.

Servants drifted by periodically, dressed in the formal livery of the royal household, each carrying a tray covered by a mysterious lid.

Countless fans and media outlets were frantically speculating: who exactly was the person wearing the matching diamond ring with Gu Haoxiao?

Cen Xijuan tilted his head back, and from her cozy spot in his embrace, Ban Zhi could only see his stubbled chin, now tinged with a bluish hue. Her Ajuan had grown so thin.

Mr. Li said to Zhang Siwei, "I won't hold you up any longer. Let Yu Ge explain his thoughts and ideas, and you two can have a proper discussion." With that, he walked out.

Because both the Fengmo Stronghold and the Qingyun Temple were protecting Chen Dong, no single expert could hope to kill him.

Along the way, she felt restless, her peripheral vision constantly darting toward the rearview mirror.

"Thank you, Mother, but this is far too much. Wan'er said her father gave her one tael of silver, and that was plenty." Chen Yichen held the heavy cloth bag; to him, still so green to the world, ten taels of silver was an abstract concept he couldn't grasp.

Zhang Siwei was thoroughly incensed. Seeing Ye Boping reduced to such a state, she regretted having come at all, and stood up, ready to leave.

"Is he planning to surround and divide them with his elite forces on the flanks?" Truman had roughly guessed Brent's intentions, but he found the young man's flights of fancy ridiculous.

"Dad, you were clearly more in favor of this than Mom was before. Why the change of heart now?" Su Qing asked, puzzled.

Anything targeted by that "Black Prince" would be stolen with flair after a warning letter if the security was tight, or, if there was no grand stage for a performance, he would simply leave an IOU and snatch it—especially if the item was of particular importance.

The dwarven shield-bearers leaped continuously from below, attacking the beholder in an attempt to assist their leader in dispatching the wicked monster.

As for the placement of the property at the entrance of the town, it had nothing to do with her family's status; it was primarily because the smoke and noise from the forge would have disrupted the lives of the townspeople.

If the Immortal Palace were such an easy target, why wouldn't the four major sects of Beidou swallow it whole? Would those powerful, established sects be so kind as to invite everyone to share in the wealth? And if one added the legendary world of martial cultivation to the mix, surely that was proof enough.

Lin Qingquan knit her brows. The Immortal-Binding Rope was going to be tricky; with her current level of cultivation, she couldn't undo it. Was she really going to come away empty-handed tonight?

After a full day of hunting with little to show for it, both Zhang Qing and Qiu Yue realized the gravity of the situation.

"What... what is... here?" Yue Ming was so nervous he was babbling. He knew perfectly well that Wei Renwu was talking about the gunman appearing right behind them, but he had to focus on driving and couldn't glance back. The terror of the unknown was the most frightening thing of all.

To the right of the main gate lay a massive parking lot intended for cars awaiting delivery. Yet, limited by the production capacity of the Steed Automobile Factory, there were only a dozen cars scattered across the lot, looking utterly desolate.

Wang Ming, who had been sitting in meditation, suddenly relaxed and slumped back, lying unconsciously across the altar. The twelve-petaled white lotus treasure manifested upon his body, bathing his divine form in its protective glow. The temple doors remained tightly shut, preventing any of the yin spirits outside the divine domain from entering the sanctuary.