Volume 1, Chapter 64: If it is properly explained when the time comes, there might still be a chance.

Tang Ruan still did not look back, but gave a response, "Mm."

Then, he strode out of the hospital room.

After he left, Huo Yu suddenly smiled.

It was the kind of smile that reached the corners of his eyes and brows.

Li Feng walked in carrying a bag of medicine, and what he saw was Huo Yu's brilliantly smiling face.

He froze, retreated to the doorway, and checked the room number.

It was correct.

He poked his head back in, and Huo Yu was still sitting by the bed smiling.

Li Feng pinched his own cheek.

"Hiss—"

"Madam, please extend your wrist." Tang Yue tapped the desk, signaling her to place it there.

Thus, comforting himself with these thoughts, Su Le organized the documents and headed to the top floor of the building.

He didn't even have time to see the Kangxi Emperor before returning home. Learning that Weiwei was in the palace celebrating Noble Consort Tong's birthday, he rushed back into the palace without stopping.

That awe-inspiring father of his, that formidable grand general, could also have moments of vulnerability akin to a startled bird.

Zhao Jingyu was thirteen this year, turning fourteen after the New Year. Princes of this age, such as the Prince of Liang and the Prince of Shu, had long since begun discussing marriage, and the Emperor even intended for them to get involved in state affairs, drawing the eager gazes of the court officials.

Of course, Xize was different from those screaming and cheering celebrity fans in the audience; his focus was entirely on Jiang Yunni's safety. To be honest, Xize's current burden was quite heavy. If anything happened to Jiang Yunni on this stage, the damage to the Confederate government's credibility would undoubtedly be on a nuclear level.

Xiyuan Liang held his head high and puffed out his chest. "Look at how spineless you two are. Step aside, I'll do it!" With that, she shoved her two older sisters aside, strode up to the cabin door, gritted her teeth, and pressed the open button, wearing an expression of "defying death with utter fearlessness."

Xiao Yuheng was taller and older. Since they were all acquaintances, there was less formality. After seeing his own grandmother and fourth aunt, he paid his respects to his mother-in-law, Lady Bai, and his second aunt, Madam Bai.

Bai Kai was also unsure. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Lift me up onto the roof; I want to see what kind of mischief they are up to."

Two eunuchs held lanterns to illuminate the path beneath his feet. Fourth Master looked up at the sky, where the starlight was brilliant—where was there any sign of thunder? By the time he reached the door of the secondary consort's room, Lady Li had been waiting for a long time, pacing back and forth on the terrace wrapped in a thick fox-fur cape.

It seemed there were two malleable orbs of light—sources of information—floating around Zige. One gave Zige a powerful feeling, as if imbued with mysterious, mighty force, while the other felt like a gentle, trickling stream.

Suddenly, she thought of Gu Yi, of the nature of their relationship and his attitude. For a moment, Rouwan felt uncertain: was it better to "obtain" or "not to obtain"?

Even though the probability of such a situation was very low, nothing was strange in the wasteland, let alone the fact that these vagrants were true desperadoses.

A golden flagship sailed through the warp space. Its sheer size was beyond comparison with any flagship currently in service by the Empire. It did not belong to any standard Imperial ship class; it was a vessel custom-designed specifically for a certain great existence.

Four endless corridors stretched out so far they disappeared from sight. Just by looking at them, Meng Yunchuan could already foresee how eventful the next half-year of his life would be.

After activating the Thief class, the Emperor's success rate was one hundred percent, and he had almost never been caught by anyone.

Those fleeing, panicked soldiers, finding themselves with no way out, even drew their knives on Tong Guowei's personal guards.

Hadn't she always been lecturing her earnestly before? Why did she suddenly make a 180-degree turnaround?

Du Jiang raised his head and shook it with a trace of helplessness. He didn't regret coming here this time. If he hadn't come, would he not have heard those words? And if he hadn't heard them, could he have continued to pretend that his father still loved him?

Yet, deep within Xu Mo's mind, a strange scene emerged. This was clearly not his own memory, yet it felt as though he had experienced all of it firsthand.