Chapter 128: Arrival of the Editor from Shanghai Film Studio

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Chen Kefu hesitated for a moment, but then did not hold back. Since such a beautiful woman had taken the initiative so boldly, how could a grown man like him possibly do anything in a situation like this other than embrace her?

Although his thoughts had drifted far away for a moment, Shi Kele had not forgotten to continue advising his trusted favorite general. After all, compared with those vague and intangible matters, he himself was the true foundation upon which the Jie people could continue to survive.

The meeting in the command headquarters was nearing its end. When Guo Zhuocheng entered, Wang Guangdao was delivering his concluding remarks. Guo Zhuocheng found a chair and sat down, listening attentively.

Holding Sisi in her arms, Yiyi heard Li Kuafu’s miserable roar. A look of relief first appeared on her pretty face, but it soon turned into overwhelming worry.

Seeing how deeply Zhuo Yiting loved him, Lin Tiansheng was filled with countless emotions. He pulled her into his arms and let her lie against his chest.

“Jessica, the company has an automotive electronics research center in the United States. It is currently conducting research on in-vehicle computers and automotive data buses. You know about that, right?” Lin Hongfei gazed intently at Jessica and asked in a grave voice.

After Lu Wuxia had steadied herself, Jian Yi solemnly bowed to the Seventh Young Palace Master. “Thank you, Seventh Young Palace Master, for being willing to release my junior sister.”

For example, the flying sword Jian Yi was currently using had been personally refined by him. Once he found sufficiently suitable materials, he would be able to improve its grade through repeated refinements. What kind of magical treasure it would ultimately become was truly impossible to say.

Perhaps that was precisely why he worked twice as hard at other times, seemingly hoping to make up for the losses caused by his departure.

I cannot shift all the responsibility onto others. The order was issued because men like us used every kind of honeyed word to induce this young Xianbei man to act. But I must still say that we did so entirely because we had received orders that could not be disobeyed.

Lin Chao raised a finger to those rosy lips, leaned closer, and gently kissed them—the very place she had never once allowed him to approach, even though their bodies had entwined countless times.

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The moment the Empress Dowager finished speaking, Yun Fuxiao nearly leaped to her feet. Witnesses? Evidence? Were they still suspecting her?

“Who started this rumor? Outsiders may not know what A-Chen is like, but don’t you know?” Nian Shize exploded as soon as he heard it, his cheeks puffed out as he fiercely protected his own.

Her eyes brimmed with tears. Her lips moved as though she wanted to speak, yet no words came out. She seemed caught between speech and silence, staring fixedly at Su Mi.

Though she was utterly exhausted, the Grand Princess was in remarkably high spirits. Gazing at the faint daylight outside, countless scenes from her memories flashed through her mind. Some were so distant that whenever she recalled them, an old tear would unconsciously gather at the corner of her eye.

Though he knew how to bend and yield when necessary, enduring such humiliation before Daoist Bingxin still left a bitter taste in his heart.

The three exchanged a smile and quietly boarded their own carriage through the rear entrance of Golden Jade House. The carriage circled around an entire street from the back entrance, then passed by the front of Golden Jade House. Sure enough, they saw two furtive figures beside it, proving that Zijin’s words had not been groundless.

Despair and the unknown could make a person feel as though each day lasted a year. Yet the body possessed an instinctive memory of its own. Hunger would make one think of eating, and the passage of time could be estimated, more or less, from the frequency of meals.

“By the way, we should change how we address her.” The leader of the Dragon Soul Guards suddenly realized that if someone here truly intended to surround them, calling her “Your Highness” would expose them. A different form of address might allow them to deceive their enemies for a little while longer.

As the dean’s eldest son, Fan Jin was cleaning up for the first time in his life—and in surroundings this filthy and disorderly, at that. He truly felt rather helpless.

A look of surprise appeared on Lin Wei’s face. He had not expected Herick to have such a background.

After learning of it, the author, Xie Chuyu, displayed the work at an exposition to set the record straight. In the end, he fought a protracted legal battle lasting a full six years, yet received only eighty thousand yuan in compensation. Afterward, he no longer had the strength to defend his rights. As an artist, he could not afford to continue waging that artistic war.

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“My stomach hurts,” You Yitian said weakly. To make the effect more convincing, he controlled his sweat glands and forced them to secrete cold sweat. His lips also began to pale.

Tu Jia bowed. His doubts had been so intense that he had interrupted Wudi earlier, but now that Wudi had asked him a question, he naturally saluted. To Tu Jia, Wudi was almost the equal of the great god Aojin in his heart.

Wudi suddenly burst into laughter. “I’m saying, you should shut up now!”

A flash of golden light erupted, and Wudi’s figure vanished in an instant. Everyone in the Temple of Light was startled, only to discover that Wudi had already appeared beside the old man.

You Yitian looked at the four magic stones. They were close enough to touch, yet he could only look at them and not take them. If he picked them up, Avans and the others would ask what he intended to do with them. He could hardly say that he planned to take them into battle. Who had ever fought with magic stones? Damn it, apparently only me.

“The existence of Western Wu has always served as a barrier. The great powers of the southwest restrain one another, and none of them will allow another to grow too powerful. Over the years, Western Shu developed and expanded. Not long ago, it attempted to seize Western Wu and open a passageway, only to find itself attacked from both front and rear. That was why it dared not engage in a prolonged war against the reinforcements from Southern Chen and Central Wei, and hurriedly negotiated peace before withdrawing.

“When Li Song saw Bai Jian’s expression, he knew that Bai Jian had surely mistaken him for one of those henpecked men from later generations. Afraid of being entangled by Yunxiao, Bai Jian had swallowed his pride and come here. Li Song could only laugh bitterly to himself.

The most eye-catching statue in the center was ten meters tall, and Wudi was very familiar with it. He had seen it before. It was the sole deity worshiped by the Aojin people—the ancient God of War, Aojin.

Once the four hundred kilograms of fresh milk had been prepared, the workers on-site first forced clean water into the pipeline to wash away the oil and grime inside. Then the fresh milk was slowly pressed into the pipeline.

“Elder Sister, Younger Sister specially simmered this for you. Your health is weak, and if you miss tomorrow’s palace banquet, that would be terrible!”

Fu Yan’er hurried out to smooth things over for Madam Wang. The spoon was already at Fu Lingya’s lips; all that remained was for her to open her mouth.

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