Volume 1, Chapter 131: Changing Destiny

The person who came to the courtyard to pay a New Year's visit was, surprisingly, Wang Zhaya's out-of-town wife, carrying a large bag of gifts.

"Uncle Zhang, Aunt Wang, Happy New Year!" Wang Zhaya's wife greeted them with a hearty laugh.

"Oh my, it's you, Mrs. Wang! Come on in, quickly!"

She recalled the intimate and ribald conversations she shared with her best friend, and how she had once recounted every detail of her experiences with Qin Changsheng to Xue Qingcheng.

Over in Mizhou, Tang Anning still had four more concerts to perform; her world tour would not officially conclude until May or June of this year.

Mentioning this, a bitter smile tugged at the corners of Wang Wanyan's mouth, a flicker of imperceptible disappointment flashing in her eyes.

Having said that, she extended one leg and dangled it before him. Before her delicate, fair-skinned leg could sway more than twice, Xue Cen had already caught her by the ankle.

This time, Qin Changsheng did not dodge or resist; instead, he let his protective aura dissipate, merely staring at the other person in a daze.

Li Si was increasingly bewildered. Why did this young emperor always speak in ways he found entirely incomprehensible? Could it be that the scholars of Confucianism were truly far superior to him, a practitioner of Legalism?

Yet, some classics from his past life managed to balance style with popularity, their emotions transcending the modern era. For Lin Qiu, excavating these national treasures and incorporating them into popular music was a highly meaningful endeavor.

Grandma Yu no longer had any fluctuations of true essence around her; she was holding her breath and focusing her mind, circulating her energy through a full cycle to consolidate the cultivation level she had just attained.

She sighed softly and finally rose from the bed, intending to go to the courtyard to fetch a bucket of water to wash herself.

Xu Mei adjusted her posture, leaning half her body against Xue Cen with the expression of someone watching a show.

The sensation from her lips surged into Li Guigui's mind like an electric current, causing a roar in her brain and leaving her unable to think.

The next morning, after I finally managed to drag Ji Beibei out of bed and get her ready, we ran into Mo Bai and his roommate, Jin Hu, at a breakfast shop.

"We did indeed encounter fierce bandits on the way..." Huo Yanshen recounted the events. They talked for a long time, though he mostly shared the good news and kept the troubling parts to himself.

"You're the best, godmother." I hugged Wu Qiaoyun’s arm and acted spoiled. In truth, from the bottom of my heart, I also hoped that Black Flame would have a bright future.

As time passed, the awkward movements gradually became fluid, until eventually, the person and the air seemed to merge into a seamless whole.

"Did you see that clearly? Techniques aren't set in stone; you must use them flexibly!" Du Feng shouted to Yang Yang, who was still ruminating on the moves.

At least there had been some gains today. Having grown up this much, he understood one truth better than anyone: trusting oneself is better than trusting anyone else. Regardless of whether that older brother or Qi Yu won this time, he absolutely could not afford to lose.

No sooner had Shu Tuo spoken than he felt Hua Wu’s cold, piercing gaze fixed upon him. He shuddered instantly, realizing that Hua Wu was threatening him to keep quiet.

Regarding the aftermath of the time Lin Monian had lost control and tackled her onto the bed for a forced kiss, Lu Yinyin remained stubbornly insistent on not sharing a room with him, choosing to sleep on the sofa every night. Even more stubborn was Lin Monian, who demanded she drag the folding bed into the living room, complaining that having it in the bedroom was in his way.

Yet the beauty of cherry blossoms lies in that very moment of blooming. Afterward, a single rain or a gust of wind, a gentle drenching or a sweep, and all the petals take flight toward the sky, only to scatter upon the earth—falling into the dirt, ground into dust. On the branches of the cherry tree, not a trace remains to show that the flowers were ever there.

Kong Shen looked into Han Lai's eyes. Those eyes were currently gazing at him in confusion. The moonlight was gentle, yet as that tender light flowed into the child's eyes, it somehow ceased to be gentle at all.