Volume One, Chapter 87: The Truth! And It’s Connected to the Xiao Family?

“How dare you! They are your own younger brother and sister-in-law—two living, breathing lives!”
Madam Shen’s voice quivered, her face awash with pain and disappointment.
“The company is already yours, yet you still want to wipe them out completely. You beast! How did I ever give birth to a son like you?”
Ye Qianchong tossed and turned, unable to find sleep. She only knew that, for now, she had no way to sit down and discuss this with Han Yu.
When it came to Stardust Cup, Nicholas was nothing but an underachiever. The friendships of underachievers were idempotent: an underachiever’s friends were naturally underachievers, too. For Nicholas, recognizing two people was already the limit of his abilities.
Ten pure white, fluffy little rabbit balls huddled together, snuggling and squirming about inside the shopping bag.
In truth, the jade lion needed a vast space and the finest food; it was almost as if a princess was suffering grievances here.
Yi Guzhe wanted to grow stronger to protect his younger sister, but if Yi Luoyan insisted on this path, then in time, he could train as well.
The atmosphere in the ship’s cabin was lively, with constant chatter and laughter from the guests. Apart from first class, both business and economy cabins were filled to capacity.
Tang Qishan’s actions, in the end, were merely meant to irk the Han family and the secondary matron. Instead, as fate would have it, Feng Lu overheard everything through the wall, so she was simply sent to the station to be locked up for a few days.
If not for the village chief’s favor—plus the fact that the two newcomers were good-looking, fashionably dressed, and each carried a drone, drawing curious villagers and attracting potential customers—the owner would have chased them away long ago.
Beneath the windowsill, Wu Jin once again gripped his sword. By now, the heating equipment was flooded and had ceased to function entirely. The boy’s arm trembled slightly, yet his grasp on the blade was unwavering. He had clearly mustered every ounce of his strength.
Hearing his tone and reasoning, Ye Qianchong was sure that his departure from the Wenxi family must have had something to do with that minister.
At that moment, Shen Jiachu, standing at the front desk, caught sight of me. She waved me over, inviting me to chat with her. I nodded and immediately walked to her side.
Mingyue spoke softly. Situ Ruoling shook her head; she only knew his given name and wasn’t even sure of his family name.
“Sister Nangong, your floral dress is stunning! You’ll be the talk of the evening, for sure!” Hong Yang exclaimed enviously.
As the youngest prince in the history of the Great Han Dynasty, with a maternal family of great power and influence in the Feng clan, Ding Yingyu was naturally one of the most sought-after figures at the banquet. Many ministers clustered around him, eager to flatter and curry favor, leaving Yingyu exhausted from the attention and prompting him to find an excuse to slip away.
“Father, how can you sit here sipping tea? The formation at the city gate has already been breached! Breached, do you understand?” Fang Xin roared, caring nothing for the dignity befitting a sovereign at that moment.
The Prince of Jin spoke coldly. He had never wanted this in the first place; it would be strange if he were pleased.
Casting a flirtatious glance, the young man—who prided himself on belonging to a noble and upright sect—had never witnessed such an imposing spectacle before.
Contrary to expectations, it was their captain, Katerina, who most resisted attending, trying to shirk her duties at the very last moment, much to Gu Hanhan’s surprise.
The Prince of Jin did not accept it, but in his heart, he was deeply moved. This was clearly an elixir more precious than gold itself.
“Master, the two pawns we worked so hard to place inside have been eliminated just like that? And after only six months! Why did Lianyi have to end her own life? Someone must have forced her!” Yi Ren said, half frantic with anger.
Fang Xin had just regained consciousness. From Fang Xiaoxiao, she learned the real imperial son had appeared, and that Wen Qingye was not the true heir. She was shaken to the core.
The cowherd’s whole body trembled. Tears threatened to spill from his eyes, but at the last moment, he forced them back.