Volume 1, Chapter 158: Words Become Law

Remarrying the Capital’s Elite Heir: I Rely on Mysticism! The Runaway Sheep 2132 words 2026-04-01 07:36:12

"Knock, knock, knock~"
At that moment, someone knocked on the door.
Gao Hai opened the door.
The other three people walked in.
"Governor, I'll talk, I'll tell you everything!"
The person walking in the very front collapsed onto his knees with a thud.
"That's right, everything was instigated by Cai Bing! None of this has anything to do with me; I was forced into it. As his subordinate, I didn't dare disobey his orders."
This man was one of Cai Bing's subordinates.
Based on Shen Hao's account, Shen Changlin had guessed that this was the man who had been running errands for Cai Bing.
That was why he had just made a call to have someone track this man down.
The moment this man saw people coming for him, he realized something was wrong.
The two men sent by Shen Changlin had also threatened him, ...
"What!" Li Tian was shocked! With his true essence sealed by the opponent, he would truly die at his hands! A massive suction force came from behind, pulling Li Tian toward the collapsing space.
"Wolf, what's wrong with you?" After finishing the task at hand, Kate noticed her brother Wolf lost in thought, and couldn't help patting him on the shoulder to ask.
Her skin was exceptionally fine; one could see it was delicate, slightly lustrous, and appeared very smooth. Yet, how could there be thick, centipede-like scars crisscrossing her snow-white back?

Fearing being eaten? No, that wasn't it. His brothers had all been eaten, so what else did he have to fear? It must have been a fierce sense of unwillingness that sustained him as he ran onward. Even if he died, he had to reach the very depths to see what those people who had manipulated him for over a decade were actually doing in there.
After listening to Ye Ming's report, Han Chen nodded with satisfaction. He then instructed Ye Ming to take full responsibility for the nighttime guard duty before leaving the combat command room. Leaving the command post, in the dead of night, a playful glint flickered in Han Chen's eyes as he glanced back at Ye Ming, who was busy deploying the guards, and then walked away.
Today, however, Pan Ting only uttered harsh words without taking any actual substantive action. This was a change, and thinking of this made me feel much more at ease.
At this moment, Ximen was frantically mobilizing his brain cells, burning countless brain cells in the process. Yet, the more nervous Ximen became, the less able he was to come up with a suitable solution. Forget it, since there wasn't one, he would just hide first. Action was better than thought, and Ximen hurriedly scrambled into the restroom.
"You're back!" Just as he left, Wang Bing happened to be coming downstairs. Guan Jingyi didn't say much to him before heading upstairs, but as they brushed past each other, Wang Bing noticed something unusual.
This action stunned the entire Ye family, especially Ye Liaolai, whose eyes were filled with astonishment.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Yingxue actually harbored her own thoughts. Princes and princesses—she only wished to give birth to an heir to the commandery, but this thought could not be known to outsiders, not even to Consort Li.
Although the guest seats were desolate and cold, the Dou family members mind nothing of it. Scattered among the banquet were five or six Dou clan youths. Sitting in the seat of honor and slightly older was a middle-aged man named Dou Shangjian, who was a paternal cousin of Dou Dan, the Duke of An of Xin, and the son of the late Dou Shilun, Duke of Lingyang.
"I will hand this list over to the Heavenly Emperor and let him make the decision. To be honest, I am completely clueless about court politics; such matters are better left to you people," Shi Yuanji said helplessly.
"Reporting to the Heavenly Emperor, your imperial edict has been delivered!" The civet cat prostrated itself on the ground, speaking with utmost respect.
"Welcome, 'Holy Envoys,' to our Goose Demon Clan. I am Gu Shi, the chieftain of this clan." Only then did Liu Qi realize that, at some unknown point, this chieftain named Gu Shi had been waiting by the portal for their arrival.
Lü Minghui believed that even without these connections, her app would still launch; it was merely a matter of time. She didn't necessarily need to rely on others, but it was a pity for Lü Mingyi's hard work—after being busy for so long, it had all amounted to nothing.
Yang Yi looked around with a puzzled expression. Although the passageway was much larger, nearby objects should have been visible at a single glance. Xin Meng's bizarre disappearance left Yang Yi completely baffled.
Today, when Liu Junwei once again saw his son Liu Qi in his quarters, the two of them, finally meeting in private, instantly locked each other in a tight embrace.
On the very day that the team Luo Qingqing had assembled for Jiang Changqing arrived, the first television series starring Jiang Changqing as the lead actor began broadcasting on the Satellite Blue channel.

Brother is right. If he were the kind of person who would stop at nothing, he could easily have prevented An Qing from leaving Shuimu Garden earlier and used An Qing's safety to directly threaten Lin Fei.
Despite its remote location, there were still quite a few boats around. Most of them were pleasure boats belonging to wealthy aristocratic families, as well as painted flower boats.
Some busybody grandpas and grandmas were already whispering among themselves, no doubt concocting some fresh gossip.
Song Chuyi and Muyang silently turned away, unable to bear looking at Mu Han's unserious demeanor any longer.
Hearing those words, Bao'er felt a trace of involuntary anger rise in her eyes. She then raised her hand high and delivered a tight slap across his face.
After finishing the noodles, An Xi prepared to pay. The original price of the noodles was 10 yuan, but Auntie Wang only asked her for 5 yuan. However, when An Xi took out her wallet, it contained only various cards, without a single cent of cash.
An Xi muttered softly, a complex expression in her eyes. Some things could not be resolved simply by forgiveness; the rift between them already existed, and no matter how well they pretended, it could never surpass the thorn buried deep within their hearts.
As she spoke, she was already walking into the room. Qin Sijie pushed away Lin Yuhan's hand and strode directly to meet her.
By the time she said this, her voice was choked with many stifled sobs, yet she refused to let tears fall. She could not let her mother be sad.
"How come you always speak in such well-crafted phrases? Where did you learn all this?" Jiuer asked happily.
Xue Tongzi walked over, patted me on the shoulder, and signaled for me to let the other person go first. Still feeling uneasy, I dragged him over to the dining table we had just used, pushed him down into a seat, and finally released my grip.
In contrast, the progress on the Scarlet Blood Palace side was also quite smooth; Nine Dragons War and the others had successfully secured their quotas. It was obvious that Gao Jinyere and his group had not intervened to disrupt things, maintaining a completely defensive posture that made it difficult for the Scarlet Blood Palace to gauge their bottom line.