Volume One, Chapter 53: So, Song Jinhe's Ex-Husband Is Him!

“I am the examinee for today; please let me in,” Lin Zhiwan said to the security guard standing outside the door. She hadn’t expected that despite rushing, she’d still arrived one minute late. Standing outside the exam hall, she pleaded with the guard for a chance.

“Sorry, you can’t enter now,” the guard replied.

But the middle-aged man didn’t seem like someone with a mental issue. Xiaoxiao worried that the man might harbor ill intentions, so she firmly refused.

For a time, Qin Tian became a figure known throughout the entire continent. Everyone speculated whether Qin Tian was secretly a disciple of some ancient noble family or a hidden prodigy from a great sect.

“Oh, alright, alright, no one’s snatching it from you! This machine is yours. You’ll operate it all the way until we take the North Gate of Ghent. That works, right?” Chen Qiubai said.

“I’m going to the doctor’s office now. If the IV drip finishes, remember to ring the bell,” she instructed before leaving the ward.

An Chu Xia breathed a sigh of relief and turned to thank Marguerite, but as soon as she glanced over, Marguerite looked away. The distance was too great for An Chu Xia to speak; she pressed her lips and swallowed her gratitude.

“Now, the moment to witness a miracle!” The host grasped a corner of the red cloth and slowly pulled it aside. Everyone held their breath.

“You’re mistaken. It wasn’t the old man who discovered the painting within the painting; it was Lu Chen,” Old Qiu hurriedly corrected the crowd.

In the end, only one Mongolian officer remained. Mounted on a warhorse, he could have fled back to the Mongolian camp.

Liu Che glanced at his watch—time to rest. He swept the peanuts on his plate clean.

“My lady, did I hurt you? Where does it hurt?” The culprit immediately admitted fault, reaching around her waist.

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Ji Zhun responded calmly, “Your servant dares not slack off and will not disappoint the imperial grace.” Zhu Houzhao and his brother had nothing further to say and let him leave.

The "Miss Bai" she mentioned was likely Bai Zhi, but Long Yingtian was already betrothed to her. Why then was his fiancée sent to the Dayu Imperial Palace?

Summer and winter differ—at this time, it was still early enough to stroll the night market.

However, for those from the upper realms, anyone with some ability could acquire certain things. Divine status was the medium and proof of becoming a god.

With a muffled thud, Wendy, sitting atop the air-elemental orb, was knocked out along with the orb by a rabbit crashing out from within the constructed white tiger. Fortunately, Tuna caught Wendy in time; otherwise, who knew how far she’d have flown, eyes spinning.

He also grew serious, shouting loudly, his fists like heavy hammers. Each strike cut through the air with a whistle. If these landed solidly, they’d tear flesh and cause severe internal injuries.

Desperate to escape, Godo swiped and shattered a fireball blocking its path, but the explosion seemed to trigger a switch, as fireballs rose from the inferno and flew automatically toward Godo.

At that time, it would be better to use the Mind-Clarifying Stone to suppress the power of desire, allowing them to endure longer.

“Who exactly are you?” Dream Empress coldly asked, her expression grave. A martial king could be killed by a mere sneeze.

A cry came from afar. Fang Zheng frowned; many people arrived, each bearing the embroidered surname of various great families on their chests.

The middle-aged man nodded, “Yes.” He was puzzled as to why this young man was courting death.

At the moment when everyone fell silent, a cute voice sounded at the door, followed by Xun Yi’s familiar tone, tinged with mild confusion and disbelief.

Yang Chong laughed uproariously nearby. Fang Zheng shot him a glance; Yang Chong stopped and stifled a smile, his monkey-like face flushed red.

“Why? It’s just a qin (zither), isn’t it?” Xu Yang’s mother glared at him angrily, then turned to ask.

Though he lost an arm, the minotaur chief’s strength seemed undiminished, even more fierce and brutal. With a downward slash, a terrifying blade light surged forth.

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Yu Shi wanted to scream; her own master hadn’t come to intervene, yet she eagerly butted in.

“The premise is that you can withstand this blow and survive; otherwise, it’s a dead end!” Jia Yan’s face remained calm, his tone indifferent.

Gu Ningqing was taken aback, her delicate hand frozen mid-air. The atmosphere instantly turned awkward.

The law-enforcing elder firmly believed that once Elder Lin understood the current plight of the Beggar Sect, he would surely offer his support.

The carriage left the west gate, traveling for about an hour before stopping under the rising moon.

Xiao Qing felt nauseous, overwhelmed by sorrow, unable even to face Lu Xinyan.

“Have you finished buying the groceries?” The man asked softly, his voice so light and gentle as if nothing could disturb him.

In short, mutual benefit and cooperation between the two princely mansions was the way forward. Both the elder brother and Jin Di were the king’s sons by blood. Whether out of respect for the king’s consent to Prince Gong or for Jin Di’s sake, the Yujun Prince Mansion would reap benefits in the future.

The willow spirit learned the news and arrived at the gathering place for the demon clan at dawn, pondering how to discreetly gather the information the lady required.

Chen the Fatty also slept beside Chen Qian, snoring soundly but not bullying her.

“What exactly do you want to do?” This was the first time he asked this question, the first time he proactively asked something unrelated to his sister. He was genuinely curious.