Chapter Twenty-Four: Bodyguard Geng Saves His Master

“Hmph, I do want you out of the house, but after discussing with Luo Yu, we decided not to let you leave so easily. You’ll have to cough up the money before you can walk out of the Luo family.” As Luo Qiuyu spoke, she glanced at her phone, as if waiting for someone’s reply.

Ye Cheng had no idea what Luo Qiuyu was planning at that moment. Nor did he know that she was...

Yet the usually reliable butler, upon hearing that Qinghua was here to request the list of dowry items from years ago, turned visibly flustered.

The young man who called himself Muyang stopped in his tracks and looked up. Before him stood a grand, dazzling building, its signboard emblazoned with the words “Auction House” in bold, flowing script.

“I just saved you, and now you want to go back on your word?” The man’s eyes were dark as ink, mocking as he gazed at Lin Yue’er, his voice low and resonant.

But ever since this man moved into her room, she had never felt cold in winter again; sometimes, she would even wake in the middle of the night, overheated from his warmth.

“Alright, let’s do it like this: Qianqian, Yingbao, you two sleep on this side these couple of days, I’ll sleep over here, and the rest can settle as they wish.” After eating and exerting herself all morning, Li Yinsheng was ready for sleep. She pointed to her makeshift shelter and spoke to Qianqian and Yingbao.

From the faint tremors coming from the ground, it was likely that the villagers outside were also digging desperately.

His Majesty had not blamed Lin Chen; indeed, Lin Chen was truly favored by the Emperor. No one had ever been so bold in the royal bedchamber before.

Not only did Zhao Liying breathe a sigh of relief, but Liu Yifei also relaxed considerably, still rubbing her arm at the side.

She was unwilling to see Lin Qinghan, and naturally would not want to meet Madam Wang either. Knowing Madam Wang’s dislike, why force herself upon her and hand her the opportunity to trample her?

In the end, she heard people mention the refugees near Dragon Gate—mostly pitiable souls, it was said, but unfortunate to have followed the wrong person.

Wang Cheng’en finally understood that Emperor Chongzhen intended to promote Fang Yuan; the worries of the Department of Ceremonial Supervision had indeed been excessive. He quickly nodded and bowed in response.

Because Zheng’s artillery positions were elevated, most of Shi Lang’s warships were within range, and with the targets concentrated, after just two rounds, the flagship where Shi Lang stood was hit by over ten shells, splinters flying everywhere.

The news that Su Ziyao and Gu Xiyan had already broken in was kept secret, but the fact that only Meridian and Energy Gathering martial masters could enter the Qingyang Ruins was widely circulated.

At dusk, Blanke and Bruce from the Florentine Chamber of Commerce arrived at Fang Yuan’s compound with an ox cart loaded with 150 thunderbolt arquebuses.

Feng Han had a plan in mind—he casually said, “I’ve prepared a new song, and I want Chen Chen to sing it.” Then, the door opened.

Qin Zhan, Shi Fu, Feng Ting, Zhang Ying, and several others gathered together for a military meeting to discuss the campaign against Guangdong.

“Bang!” A clear bullet hole appeared on his forehead as Shen Yan lowered the smoking barrel of his gun.

Always scheming, with ten thousand reasons and ten thousand excuses. Even when the storm passes, part of the audience will still be swept up in the drama.

Even the head of the secret service, accustomed to a life of intrigue, was as cautious as if walking on thin ice before the Emperor.

The screen featured a five-cent special effect; in post-production, viewers saw dog food flying across the entire display.

“Second cousin, you must hang on! I’ll bandage your wound right now, you’ll be alright!” Trembling all over, I sobbed as I stripped off my outer garment and tore it into strips.

Originally, Ye Xiangchen was seated cross-legged beneath the iron tree and silver flowers, preparing to break through the third level of innate cultivation. He was startled awake by Li Xiaoming’s shout.

Zhuge Gua’s expression changed slightly, the Green Tome in his hand emitted a faint azure light, and a massive dragon burst forth from its pages.