Chapter 25

"There is no 'why.' I, the Emperor, say it cannot be, and that is final!" Qin Mo was furious, his tone leaving absolutely no room for negotiation.

Hadn't she been speculating about this all along? Why did she just walk away? Even if it were a marriage of convenience, she should have made a scene, perhaps slapped Yun Rong a few times, and seized the opportunity to humiliate that fellow—that would be Tang Meng's style.

After two seconds of stunned silence, Li Luowei turned and scurried like a mouse into the building, heading straight for the top-floor executive office where Beiming Ye was located.

"The Empress Dowager's actions and words today were truly unexpected. Please, Empress Dowager, provide some clarity," Li Bing said, his face expressionless. He could only use his stoic mask to protect himself, terrified that a single slip of emotion might cause him to fall into some unknown trap or give others a handle against him.

Although the players had gained reinforcements and the number of Dark Demon Pigs began to drop rapidly, the fact remained that these were level 150 monsters. Possessing a certain level of intelligence, they knew they could not defeat the players alone and instinctively began to cluster together.

"Shut your mouth! It is I who decides on the divorce. Without my permission, you are not to sign any papers. If you dare to defy me, you will regret it," Shangguan Ao said to Yang Shimin, enunciating every word.

Only then did Yi Xuan look at Huo Cheng's arm. Her skin was naturally fair, and the red of the blood stood out starkly against the pale flesh. Yi Xuan’s heart trembled for no reason, so he feigned indifference and turned his head away.

Facing the sudden appearance of another boss, the Monkey King, all the Monkey Spirit Guards stared in confusion at the two Monkey Kings. They couldn't understand why their Great King had suddenly become two! To avoid suffering the wrath of the Great King's golden cudgel later, all the Monkey Spirit Guards threw themselves back onto the ground.

However, I still harbor suspicions about the true identities of those two teams of contestants who danced all day without losing their breath or altering their unchanging smiles! Are they truly creatures of flesh and blood from the Nine Realms?

Seeing Jiang Yuan’s flustered appearance, the police officers didn't know what kind of expression to wear.

Wang Fanfan found a suitable moment to ask his question; the students' part-time jobs were often the highlight of the show.

As for what others said, Wu Lanyin could pretend not to hear it. After all, everyone has a mouth, and they can say whatever they like; as long as she didn't take it to heart, it didn't matter.

Opposite him, Jun Moshang looked languid, his posture arrogant. He flaunted his affection as if no one else were present, acting as though everything else was irrelevant to him.

Ning Ye felt somewhat puzzled. He had merely given someone a gift—could it be that the other party expected him to avenge the Cold Moon Sect?

One must know that, given his current status and position, having someone paint a portrait of him would be an incredible honor and stroke of luck for that individual.

However, she had developed feelings for him, and she could no longer face him with a tranquil heart. Even less could she calmly face the fact that he already had a son.

Filled with doubts, Jing Zhao decided to get some rest. After the general examination tomorrow, she wanted to see if that punishment room would appear again.

Growing up, there was no one she had truly feared. Even with Chu Wen, if provoked to the limit, she would take matters into her own hands.

In that instant, something struck the softest corner of Feng Lingyan's heart. A warm current flowed out slowly, surging through her limbs and bones, and then rushing toward her heart.

The moment Yan Wu turned her head to look, her delicate body couldn't help but shudder, and a layer of horror suddenly clouded her cool, beautiful face.

Note 1: The telescope was invented in 1608 by Hans Lippershey, an obscure spectacle-maker in Middelburg, Netherlands. In 1609, Galileo improved and perfected it, and it subsequently entered China through commercial activities and diplomatic tributes.

This feeling of reigning over the world made his blood boil. He wished he could command the great army alongside Yan Qing, wiping out the enemy fleet with a wave of his hand—it was truly the ultimate achievement for an emperor.

Yu Feng hurried to bring Ruoyun and Qi Fang back to tend to their wounds, and Mo Jiangnan and the other two were led into a large living room.

That aura of slaughter persisted for a full half-minute before dissipating. At the same time, Qing Feng’s brow furrowed even deeper.

By the end of her speech, the anger on Hong Yu's face had slowly faded, replaced by a gloating look as she arched her willow eyebrows, her eyes filled with malice and a faint, sinister smile playing on her lips.

The accountant answered with a nod, requested the keys from Master Gu, and turned to leave. Ever since Master Gu had intended to audit the inner court accounts last time, the private ledger had been kept locked in a side room of Shou'an Hall.

"I used my full strength. How could this stubborn stone remain unchanged?" Ao Ning felt it was inconceivable.

Fang Qifo was a decisive man; he meant what he said, and even if Ya Wan'er wanted to stop him, she could not change his mind.

"Bai Xue, do you know how to perform acupuncture?" After a moment of contemplation, Ma Yi asked Bai Xue. He decided to let her handle the detoxification. He did not care about the lives of these people, but he trusted that Bai Xue could do it.

At this moment, the man had shed the aggression and tyranny he displayed in the conference room, leaving only a cold, solitary pride.

"That will do. Find an opportunity to test his background." General Zhong had guarded the border for many years and had too few reliable men. If he could groom a commoner like a son, he would—though he certainly hoped he wouldn't be raising him for someone else.

Because they were far from the Star Academy's Star Sanctuary, the purple martial soul seemed less restless than before. However, Fatty had found a pattern: he often sought out important memories from the martial soul's recollections.

"There won't be any accidents, will there?" This coal was selling too well; could it be that someone had grown greedy and planned to rob them on the way?

An enlightened monarch had passed away, and instead of following the rules to hold a state funeral, the princes and ministers were arguing incessantly.

"It seems Aozhan also guessed we would come here."柳凝悠 (Liu Ningyou) gathered spiritual energy in her jade hand, hidden beneath her sleeve, and as she finished speaking, she raised her hand to strike.

"Stop." As soon as Kong's voice rose, the eighteen rebellious monks froze, their faces pale, not daring to act further.

Afterward, Liu Ningyou buried the dead one by one and even erected a cenotaph for Er Xi, who had been toyed with by fate.

However, the old lady was also angered by the old man's tone. Moreover, she was accustomed to him being subservient to her. While the descendants might fear the old man's temper, she did not, and she immediately prepared to retort.