Requesting votes by the end of the month.

This was the first month’s ranking battle for the book "Silver Fox," an event of utmost importance for any novel. So, Jie worked hard, tirelessly striving, yet despite garnering over ten thousand votes, the results remained less than ideal.

The brothers and sisters were supportive, but the one falling short was Jie himself. He couldn’t bring himself to shamelessly ask them for the precious monthly votes, and on top of that, this month was unusually busy.

He already regretted it.

Meanwhile, Leng Yan and three others silently rolled their eyes at Mo Yuexun, thinking what a fool he was—being sold out and still counting the money for the seller. After all, he was the Fourth Prince of the Tianfeng Kingdom, yet utterly clueless.

They needed to let them know that the era had changed; only then would they realize their support was lost and begin to fear.

"Li Yunchen, I will make you regret this!" Mo Siyu gritted her teeth and said fiercely. The commander Li didn’t hear this, only Chen Yang caught it.

"Now I see it—this is how the Shenchi Kingdom treats their guests!" an elderly man, seated at the Tianfeng Kingdom’s table, suddenly remarked.

This reassured Yun Qianqian. She lowered her head, ignoring Ye Fei. At this moment, could she still say such baseless things as "you’re not qualified to fight my father"?

She lit the lamp, saw the cigarettes on the nightstand, and tremblingly tried to light one. Her hands shook so violently that the fiery red flame burned her several times before she finally got the cigarette lit.

All the best positions in the group were mostly held by their own people; only the ordinary roles were left to others.

During this snowy excursion, Chen Yang’s mood was quite good. After all, he had accepted the Gui family, which would greatly reduce obstacles in his future endeavors.

After exchanging pleasantries, Su Qiance walked toward Nan Zhixian’s courtyard. He had long wanted to visit the sick, especially since Nan Zhixian was his lifesaver; if not for him, Su wouldn’t have been so gravely injured.

After leaving the office, Han Xiao clutched his phone but didn’t know whom to call, pacing anxiously back and forth in the corridor.

Unexpectedly, afterward, Nangong Xun behaved obediently, abandoning his old bad habits, working diligently, and returning home on time.

She would rather die than divorce Nangong Yao; she was willing to exchange her life for Shiyu’s, but divorce was absolutely out of the question.

Jiang Xun’s head throbbed painfully; she felt the sound of the metal stone hitting the ground was louder than the excavator digging stones right in front of her.

Obviously, the sudden flood of gifts triggered official attention, automatically activating the homepage recommendation algorithm.

When she turned to look at Luo Cheng and Chen Xiaodong, she found them already shouting excitedly.

Du Heng’s face revealed a faint smile. "Chi Ying, the blood of the Vermilion Bird you need might really be obtainable."

Long Chaoyang struggled to defend himself, deftly flicking the sword beast aside, causing its sharp horned sword to veer off, while he swiftly dodged to the side.

Lian Yu secretly glanced at Lian Shui’er, who smiled gracefully, then quickly turned and left. Song Yu followed behind him, expressionless, and also exited.

“Wu Sanbao must die. As for the others, sever their tendons and ligaments, but spare their lives,” Qin Bin said coldly, his face impassive, as if discussing a trivial matter.

That very night, Wanyan Yusheng, Wanyan Jing, Wanyan Zhangshou, Tudan Li, and others gathered to discuss the state affairs and finalize the next day’s tasks. The rebellion in Zhongdu had shaken the stability of the Great Jin Dynasty, especially with the city sealed for three days, allowing rumors to ferment and spread wildly.

Rui’er spoke of her sorrow and pain, and as she spoke, her tears, which had just stopped, began to flow again. She was originally a good girl, yet she still did wrong things. She was already very afraid and unwilling to face it herself.