Volume One, Chapter 56: Miss Yao, Designer Wang Yaoyao

Clearing Out the Family Fortune and Sending My Greedy Relatives to the Countryside Picking corn in the middle of the night 1259 words 2026-02-09 14:04:29

Huo Mengyi remained good-natured but looked troubled. “Miss Shen, we really can’t agree to those two conditions. Look, I’ll add another two thousand, seven thousand in total! Let’s forget those two conditions, all right?”

The Fu family wasn’t just some minor household—she was hardly someone the Fu family would deign to bow to.

Shen Ruzhi replied, “If you can’t afford it, then get out!”

“I’m sorry I haven’t been a proper wife,” Li Feiya murmured, lowering her head as she spoke softly.

Elsewhere, seeing Chen Xiubo’s genuine sincerity, Rong Zhexi’s attitude softened. After receiving the other’s promise to change the ending, he hesitated a moment, then released the man.

He shut and reopened his eyes—the verdant Eye of Fate flared open. In that instant, not only could he see the other’s fate, but all his senses were heightened severalfold.

Nie Yuan truly wanted to cry but had no tears left—he was utterly defeated. What kind of twisted family was this? How could they commit such acts without so much as batting an eye?

The flowing water split like a swarm of insects, droplets leaping from the riverbed, spreading over the ground like mist and smoke.

Monkeys viewed humans the same way; they couldn’t distinguish between people’s faces. In the end, it wasn’t Ding Xing they hated, but all those who cultivated.

“All these years there’s been no word from you. Didn’t you go to Beijing?” Shen Guoliang asked in surprise. “How did you two end up here?”

No one in the primordial world had expected this catastrophe would even implicate a sage. The bronze mirror was broadcasting a live battle: Zhao Gongming and Li Changming joining forces against the Sixth Sage. Judging by the situation, the Sixth Sage was in dire peril, his life hanging by a thread.

Hearing Zheng Jian’s words, A’Bao trembled with rage. His hands clenched tightly together, his eyes burning with furious fire.

The road ahead blocked, the youth was forced to stop. He lowered his eyes slightly, and his cold, clear gaze sent Mu Yinran’s heart fluttering wildly.

A blinding white light erupted from its surface, followed by a colossal hand of light descending, effortlessly crushing two seven-meter-tall demonized humans into pulp.

Many of the Yellow Turban prisoners heard Liu Chong’s words and wept bitterly. Just as Liu Chong said, most of them hadn’t wanted to rebel, but had been swept up and forced along. Now, hearing him speak this way, sorrow overwhelmed them, and they broke down in tears.

How did the Zhu family become one of the three great clans of Yuewu City? Was it truly because every generation produced martial prodigies strong enough to subdue all others?

Of course, all the village’s ninja knew this was just a brief calm before the coming storm.

The wasteland wasn’t large. Kakashi Hatake and his companions, without alerting any ninja, “luckily” drew close to the new city.

No sooner had Mu Qianshui finished speaking than more screeching car brakes sounded from the plain outside.

All told, there were several dozen people. Together, they entered the palace to pay respects to the emperor. The emperor, less stern than on the council floor, hosted a banquet for the imperial relatives and others in the Hall of Spring Welcome in the North Palace.

Even so, the conspirators in the imperial edict plot were caught. The imperial uncle Dong Cheng and Consort Dong, along with the child in her womb, were executed—their heads displayed above the city gate for all to see. It was a tragedy beyond words.

Seeing how confident he was, he must have been certain of victory! Since he was prepared, why didn’t he avoid it? Why put on such a show of “accident”?

There was a hint of bitterness in Yun Qing’s voice. It turned out Yun Qing had never intended to hide Yun Gao’s plan to leave the harbor. I asked Yun Qing what she had said to Yun Gao that day at the restaurant door. That day, both Yun Qing and Yun Gao had acted very strangely.

“I’m not quitting—I’m just asking!” Sun Hongxia protested at the suggestion she drop out. She was determined to take part in the group.

She attended her classes regularly, occasionally sneaking away when she had free time. She wondered what she should bring her brother when she visited him on Sunday.