Volume One, Chapter 47: Divorce Agreement

Mother Fu was calculating her schemes with absolute precision!
As Su Wanyue was about to step through the doorway, she suddenly heard Mother Fu’s arrangements, and a flush of shy delight appeared on her face.
That was true, after all. Her greatest wish was to marry Fu Hanzhou and become the rightful Madam Fu.
Now that I was dead, and little Si was dead, it cleared the path perfectly for her—the mistress and the illegitimate child.
A triumphant curve formed at the corner of her lips.
However—
"Impossible! Tang Xing will always be my wife! No one can ever take her place!" Fu Hanzhou’s voice was hoarse and trembling.

After pondering for a short while, Fan Zi felt that relying solely on the power of the two families he controlled to confront the three-family alliance did not guarantee a certain victory. Therefore, he ordered an immediate halt to the sweeping purge and implicative arrests.

Zheng Fuli claimed he was going to the Tian family to demand justice. Yet, let alone in this era, even in later generations, unless caught red-handed, justice was notoriously difficult to claim in such matters. The Tian family could easily dismiss it as their own independent research and completely ignore the accusations.

However, while others remained oblivious, the Russians knew the situation with crystal clarity. The Russian nuclear submarine had observed everything moments earlier. That signal flare had been launched from one of the four hidden nuclear submarines, passing right alongside them.

Zhao Wu was unaware of this conversation taking place in the courtyard; he was currently busy with his lessons. The curriculum had progressed to the simulation training phase. Cheng Ying had summoned several young servants to practice one-on-one with Zhao Wu, and every afternoon was entirely consumed by these drills.

"You may have great skills, but it's a pity the Empress Dowager cannot see them!" Situ Muxue had always possessed a straightforward temper. Hearing Princess Wanyu's provocation, she could not help but retort.

Lying on the bed, Shang Hao found his mind lingering in turmoil for a long time. He held a piece of energy stone in his hand, feeling the chill radiating from it.

"Earlier, my ward vision caught the Jungler entering the right-hand jungle. When I looped around behind, I checked the enemy F4, and the Jungler wasn't there. From this, I deduced that the Jungler must have gone to take the Krugs and couldn't make it over in time," Ye Luo replied slowly as he pressed the recall button.

Before the bead could be swallowed by the monstrous fish, Shang Hao rushed forward brandishing the Sea Dragon Trident. Channeling platinum immortal energy into the weapon, he caused it to change color.

Before she could finish her sentence, Mu Xiyue stopped her movements, turned around, and met Lei Xiaoyao's eyes directly, waiting for him to continue.

Numbed by victory, the formulaic matches had once made Ye Luo feel weary and disgusted, yet he persevered. At that time, he still held onto a shred of hope—perhaps the moment the WR team lifted the championship trophy, they might recapture that initial passion for competing.

Cheng Jing had originally wanted to say she wasn't staying for dinner, but Cheng Kaixin interrupted her. It was only at that moment that Cheng Mei learned this nameless girl was called Cheng Jing.

"Very well, My Lord, I will accompany you in training tomorrow!" Seeing Liu Tian Hao flare up, Taishi Ci's heart initially tightened. But hearing Liu Tian Hao's resolve to redeem himself through shame, his tense heart relaxed, replaced by a surge of extra joy.

Furthermore, her ribs had been fractured for nearly a full day and night. To have held on until they arrived meant she must have been at the absolute end of her tether.

At that very moment, a tall and upright figure stepped onto the final stair and stood right before Zuo Zimian.

As for the rank of Greater Chief, during the Western Han Dynasty, it required command over ten thousand cavalry combat troops to qualify. Yet Punu and these three only had a force of around one thousand, indicating that the Southern Xiongnu of the late Eastern Han Dynasty had shrunk in combat effectiveness by at least nine-tenths compared to the Western Han!

Wu Huan exchanged a glance with Li Buli. Lin Yi had said, "I say there is," not "I bet there is."

She certainly did not believe her own skills were good enough to catch the eye of a gaming god and make him willing to boost her popularity.

Zhang Yang desperately wanted to break free from this curse and made numerous attempts, but regrettably, the market's reaction left his heart thoroughly chilled.

He certainly knew Schneider had no intention of attacking him; rather, the intensely cold and murderous aura emanating from the man's brow was likely connected to whatever he was about to say next.