Chapter 62: Grassroots Female Emperor 12

"You shouldn't have flashed your wealth in front of them just now. What if they harbor malicious intentions?"

Lu Guizhi wore a disapproving expression as he handed a pastry to Huaiying.

"I managed to purloin this from a distinguished guest's room. It's not like that inedible stuff the brothel madam gives us. You should like it."

Huaiying took it, took a bite, and her eyes lit up.

The taste was indeed entirely different!

"You are too kind-hearted. You must never do this again. One must always be on guard—"

Just then, an acquaintance happened to drive by, purposefully stopping her car to wave and call out, "Attorney Jian."

If the dishes they prepared could win the emperor's nod of approval, even without capturing the gold medal for first place, it would still be a tremendous honor bringing glory to their ancestors.

Lin Jiajia looked back to see Fu Shijin, whom she hadn't seen for quite some days. He was dressed in a formal suit with a pair of gleaming leather shoes, striding toward her.

Unfortunately, that aura had manifested only once. We had been sitting there for a while, yet it never appeared again. By that point, I couldn't be certain whether that aura had been directed at us in the first place.

Ling Yefeng clenched his fists tightly and said in a cold voice, his gloomy gaze seeming capable of piercing right through a person. One could tell at a glance that he was truly furious, and to an extreme degree.

Even though Lou Xuerou had no choice but to accept it—given that her son had taken it upon himself to obtain their marriage certificate and publicly announce his relationship with Tian Xin, driven purely by her concern for maintaining appearances—

At that moment, countless people poured into the streets, converging into streams of human traffic that hurried anxiously toward the city gates.

I looked down and saw my pajamas, along with my slightly damp hair, and immediately understood.

Night Lisang was already remarkably striking by nature, and coupled with a purple robe draped in half-arm black gauze, his tall and slender figure in the dim, shifting light resembled a proud and solitary wild crane.

"Damn it, are you ever going to quit? Believe it or not, I'll finish you off!" Mo Yunluo finally lost her patience.

It was much like someone making a grand spectacle of a confession, or someone having dated numerous boyfriends—such occurrences were treated as utterly commonplace.

I sincerely admired the gossip-mongering talents of all you onlookers. Who said that students at top-tier universities only bury themselves in their studies? Their recreational lives are remarkably rich as well.

Seeing from afar that an infantry fighting vehicle was already holding the bridgehead, Ye大海 pushed these thoughts aside and hurriedly led his men toward the bridge to prepare defensive lines.

If offending a court official because of him ultimately forced them to kill that official and thus provoke the court's intervention, the Gu family certainly wouldn't mind executing him, the steward, to avert such a crisis.

Zhou Li sensed that they possessed a sort of crisis consciousness, an urgent desire to improve themselves—clearly influenced by Yin Le.

"Jiang Yi, perhaps Auntie isn't the kind of person you think she is." Ruan Ruan stole a furtive glance at Jiang Yi.

With the appearance of this silver-gray palm, a powerful force of spatial distortion manifested around Andrei. All the attacks unleashed by Grand Duke Kazafy and the others were completely blocked by this spatial distortion, failing to inflict even the slightest harm on Andrei.

"Has he lost his mind? Does this Lü Maozhi intend for his entire family to be buried with him?" the head of the Gu family said with a dark expression.

Furthermore, the words she had spoken at the Singles' Day evening gala completely mirrored the messages she had left while trekking across the mountains, making it difficult for me not to connect the two.

Brainwashing ultimate move? Could Fatty Dong's brainwashing skill have upgraded again? How on earth could this ability be so powerful?

Parking the car in the lot, Yun Sheng did not get out immediately. He sat inside, deep in thought about many things.

"It's Kenneth. But he hasn't arrived yet; I came ahead to scout. He'll be here in about a week, staying at the Hilton Hotel in Portland—the very same hotel where the previous prince died." At this point, the Ghoul paused abruptly, staring at Su Yuan as though a sudden realization had dawned on him.

It was his own negligence. He had thought his plan was foolproof and that those people would pursue him without paying any more mind to the Xilai Inn, never expecting that it would ultimately plunge her into such perilous straits, leaving her life or death unknown to this day.