Chapter 105: I'll Sleep in the Middle

At 1:40 in the afternoon, Jian Wei’an finished her shower, got dressed, and grabbed a pillow to throw at Lin Ran. “You wretched man, playing around with your own girlfriend like that without a hint of care—hmph.” After scolding him, she picked up her bag and headed to work. Having a boyfriend who’s too strong is a kind of blissful trouble.

Stepping out of the hotel, Jian Wei’an was radiant, her entire being glowing with a unique charm. Women are like flowers, and such experiences were the best nourishment for them.

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Not long after, Yan Yan also woke up, just in time for meal time. Mu Yihan took them all to the hotel restaurant to eat. Later that evening, he planned to take them out to stroll and experience the foreign night.

“Your complexion looks much better,” Yu Chi Hong said casually, though his forced smile twitched unnaturally.

Among the other wives, Wang Wei had already performed the servant’s special tribute; only these two wives had yet to do so.

Perhaps, for her, death was better than life. She was truly desperate to choose such a path.

Emperor Huizong had never hoped to restore the glory of the Tang dynasty’s realm, but now he saw the possibility.

Time ticked away second by second. Half a minute later, in Wang Wei’s private room, there was no sign of life... Everyone instinctively waited another half minute.

Qiao Yan basked in the warm sunlight, suddenly noticing a shadow cast over her. She jolted, her chest feeling as if struck by a heavy weight, her thoughts pausing for a moment! Yu Chi Hong was staring at her, his eyes dark and deep, faintly flickering with a gentle flame.

Fortunately, nothing serious happened. Everyone saw the Guanyin statue flip over and watched the inscription at its base.

In Zhongzhou, at the provincial capital’s city gate, a grand procession of carriages and horses entered the city, drawing the attention of all the surrounding townsfolk.

Dao Hua was watching intently when suddenly strong arms reached around her from behind, holding her tightly.

“Hmph!” Wang Ming glared coldly at Ming Yue, slightly startled—had she broken through to the fourth rank? His expression grew colder. Then it would be even harder to keep you.

After two or three rounds, Feng Chen noticed their flaws becoming increasingly obvious. When he faced another mercenary in combat, he sent him flying with a punch.

Li Yaoyao recalled when, three days after her wedding, the Wild King returned to pay respects accompanied by His Highness.

Because of his hatred, he falsely accused her of poisoning the noble consort and the prince, nearly causing her to be sentenced to death.

Seeing this scene, Tong Tian immediately laughed, summoning the sword used against Yuan Shi to confront the Supreme Elder.

The Holy Venerable Haotian kindly ruffled Changsun Wuku’s hair, and Changsun Wuku’s eyes reddened as he looked at his master with a feeling of being washed in warmth.

Above Gu Meng, thunderclouds roiled, shaking the earth with a roar. Amid the blackness, streaks of bright lightning flashed across the sky, dazzling and explosive, as if intent on tearing everything apart.

Yang Qianqian’s words gave Fang Tianzheng a foothold. Fang Tianzheng naturally did not dispute it. He gradually understood that to deal with those shameless, ambitious schemers whose thick skin rivaled city walls, only Yang Qianqian’s “iron-blooded” methods would suffice.

Early in the morning, Director Guan dashed to Guan Hongzhang with this newspaper... He was no fool; he knew Guan Hongzhang’s background was also murky. With Liu Chunyi’s arrest causing ripple effects, fearing his younger brother might be implicated, he came to investigate and prepare.

As Zhang Hao landed above the formation, he suddenly sensed an extremely strange aura. This aura was both human and beast-like, filled with a certain persistence and madness that stirred Zhang Hao’s curiosity.

After speaking, everyone fell silent. The atmosphere was heavy and oppressive. Everyone sensed Fang Haotian’s fury, yet he remained silent, uttering no blame, which only deepened their guilt.

Why spare this life, only to bestow medals and have the military praise him as a hero?