Chapter 55: Aware in the Heart

"Cough, cough... splutter!"

In the depths of the Long Clan Manor, Jiang Chen glanced indifferently at Su Luoxue's battle, then turned away toward a secluded corner.

There, a Long family expert lay sprawled on the ground, his arm shattered, face pale as he coughed up blood uncontrollably. His gaze toward Jiang Chen...

Zhou Mengyuan, absorbed in his excavation, was jolted by this thunderous command, his mind momentarily blank with shock.

If that were all, it might still be bearable, but the Song army’s crossbows fired relentlessly, bolts whistling through the air as if arrows cost nothing. The catapults never ceased their barrage either, hurling fire-oil bombs and barrels of gunpowder with all their might. The reinforcing Liao troops suffered heavy losses.

At this moment, all the retainers were uneasy, unable to comprehend why a disciple of the most prestigious sect in Central Continent would honor their humble Qianfeng City with his presence.

Zhong Di’s screams echoed like wails from the underworld, sending a chill through everyone’s hearts. Only then did they understand why those people hated Shen An so deeply.

When Ye Shuangshuang and the others had just left, he thought he could finally enjoy a few quiet days, returning to his carefree life as the retired emperor.

Seeing the smile flickering in her eyes, Yang Jie felt a surge of heroic spirit, and the memories of the past returned with a tender kiss.

Over the past decade, Huaxing Group had continually refined and improved its highly efficient systems. Though the company's scale grew ever larger, its scientific and effective management structure ensured that such a vast enterprise remained vibrant and full of energy.

Only then did Shuyan realize she had forgotten to switch back to her original form. Curiosity piqued, she reached out to accept it, but the other party immediately withdrew their hand. When the other raised their head, she was caught off guard by a pair of dark red eyes swirling with emotion. Startled, she stumbled back a full step.

After more than a month of arduous travel, the shoes she had worn to the capital were long gone, and her spare pair had worn so thin that her heels were exposed.

He was eating heartily when suddenly a commotion approached from behind. Instantly, he extinguished his campfire and retreated warily behind the nearest tree.

He had thought that his absence these past few days meant he had finally come to terms with things, intent on giving the Consort Li a cold shoulder. Yet, the moment trouble arose, he rushed over without a second thought, disregarding everything to save her.

The door to the room opened. Ye Shimei, as per routine, had returned home. Before she even had time to change her shoes, she saw Wang Feng standing in the center of the dining room, a grave look on his face as he stared into the kitchen.

Yunya’er shivered without a care for appearances. Turning her head, she saw Zhi Yue enter; it had been her who pushed open the door just now.

“Dad!” Mo Anlin was exasperated. Once Mo Chengde started talking, there was no stopping him.

He had long devoted himself to research and leadership in hematology, hoping he could help with the child’s illness.

Tang Yao now found himself regretting his decision. Had he known, he wouldn't have avoided things for this whole month—securing another round of funding would have been better than letting all previous efforts go to waste.

Feng Dagang rarely praised anyone. For Han Xiuyan to win his approval showed she was truly dedicated to her filmmaking, which genuinely surprised Xu Lang.

Mei Liangyu glared furiously at Gong Zekun. He knew Mo Ran could hear everything. That cry of “Si Qingge”—no matter how you heard it, it was crystal clear what he meant.

She and Qingsong exchanged a brief embrace, then performed a duet. At last, Qingsong bid her farewell as she stepped off the stage.

“My terms are simple as well.” Now that both sides held leverage over each other, only now could they truly sit down and negotiate.

Li Jie rose early, yet Mei Jingyan was up even before him. Judging by her appearance, she had just finished freshening up, still in her pajamas, her long black hair cascading loosely over her shoulders.

Two faint clashes sounded. Tian Feng’s twin sword auras and her sweeping, continuous strikes blocked two incoming sword points. But the power behind those thrusts set her longsword trembling uncontrollably in her grip.