Chapter Fifty-Six: Settling into the Silkworm Room

"Song Shu, after a while, follow behind your two aunts and go straight to register!" Anshun instructed his eldest grandson firmly, clutching the water pipe tightly in his hand.

To be precise, after the two daughters had signed their relocation agreements today, the only family member left to sign was this eldest grandson. Yet, when they queued to register earlier, the grandson said he was going back to fetch something, but he never showed up.

Later, Que stopped paying attention to the indestructible strange man and began to damage the boundary wall a hundred meters away. The Empress, seeing the Emperor’s fury, chose not to argue further. After the Emperor finished speaking, he dismissed her, and the Empress left quietly. But that can be set aside for now.

The old debtor reluctantly returned the money to Lin Chu, only to find the latter urging him to keep it as a pledge, eyes shining with excitement.

If members of the New Party moved against him, the Jia family would inevitably interpret it as an attack on them, essentially a strike against the Jiangnan gentry.

Dongfang Yunyang held his sister Nangong Liuli in his arms, surveying the surroundings of Xuanye Island with a nearly expressionless face.

From the sound, it seemed someone was awkwardly making their way toward the clearing where they stood.

Professor Mage showed the entire class how a matchstick could transform into a shining silver needle, sharp at one end, and even bestowed a rare smile upon Hermione.

Otherwise, if one clung on persistently, no matter the intention, it would inevitably be interpreted as having that meaning.

"Fiend, do not flee!" Gao Sheng shouted fiercely, leaping lightly to land before the man in the black robe.

At noon, he was boasting to Qin Moshang, but by afternoon, when he messaged Li Bing, he discovered he had been blacklisted by her.

After multiple thorough inspections, it was confirmed that the property deed was genuine, and indeed, the registered owner’s name was Zeng Yeming.

Upon reading this, Xize glanced at her, immediately earning a disdainful look from Huaizhen.

Hong Liangsheng, slightly recovered, promptly moved out of the hospital. Huaizhen wore an old plain black qipao given by Daila, made in her slimmest year. Though the shoulders were a bit loose and the garment somewhat spacious, overall it fit well, which made Hong Liangsheng laugh heartily upon seeing her.

Meng Yuankui’s muscles twitched as he lifted his foot to step onto the arena but was grabbed by Meng Pengtian.

Emperor Wei was indeed more frugal than his predecessors, only indulging in extravagance during major events like Qin Jinyu’s return. Yet even then, his level of luxury paled compared to emperors of other nations.

The meal at the dining table was extremely simple—just a plate of scrambled eggs and a dish of pickled vegetables. The scrambled eggs were placed in the center, while the pickles sat off to the side.

Sure enough, after reviewing all the medical examination reports, Director Sun trembled with excitement.

"Good girl." Her response made Xiao Yichen’s heart blossom; he raised his hand and gently patted the little tuft of hair atop her head as if caressing a beloved pet.

Indeed, she loved Weicheng, and Weicheng loved her, but marriage was never solely about love; it was a union of two families. She had to face countless skeptical glances of society, and besides, she had a stepson older than herself.

Chu Mengyao stood behind Sun Yufeng, wearing a sinister smile. In her eyes, Chen Yu’s audacity to provoke Sun Yufeng would surely lead to a grim fate, exactly as she had initially planned.

"Alright, it’s time to get off work!" Zhang Dong said as he stood and stretched vigorously.

Most of these people were weary of the monotony of urban life and the cutthroat struggles to survive. They came here seeking humanity’s most primal bloodlust, a fresh thrill, an alternative excitement.

Moreover, he did not want Tang Anru constantly worried about Qin Shu, and subconsciously, he regarded Ling Mohan as a coarse and unreasonable rogue soldier, so he fabricated stories in front of Tang Anru.

Though Zhang Dong was not the very first champion of the Traditional Chinese Medicine competition from the Provincial First People’s Hospital, winning the title during Jiang Donghua’s tenure held an entirely different significance.