Chapter 37: Who Says I Can't Afford It?

The news that the Emperor intended to select a consort for Prince Xuan spread throughout the capital in no time. Many noble families and young ladies of high standing were stirred by the prospect. Prince Xuan was, after all, the Emperor’s own uncle; though he held little real political power, his status was exceptionally prestigious. Most importantly, the inner courtyard of the Prince Xuan estate was immaculate—rumor had it that he did not even have a single concubine. With no mother-in-law to answer to and no junior concubines to contend with, such a household would be the most tranquil for any lady to manage. The streets grew crowded in the following days as many ventured out to shop in preparation for the selection banquet.

Luo Xia was so moved she nearly shed tears, yet fearing that any sudden movement might disturb him, she rose quietly. To think that Ding Facai, who had been living high on the hog in the far reaches of the world for years, owed it all to his brother’s official position—and yet now, his brother intended to end him with his own hands to preserve the family name! Could there be anything more ironic than this?

"You lowly ant, this is very displeasing. Every ant here is raw material for me to forge loyal subordinates, yet you dare to destroy them..." The figure of destruction took a single stride, traversing the distance of time and space to appear behind Yue Tianxing, its claw reaching out to strike.

Yet, there was one who seemed not to have heard the steward’s words at all, continuing on his way into the distance as if lost in his own thoughts.

Inside the restaurant, the lights came up. The manager and the waiters all emerged, applauding to offer them their congratulations. However, everyone noticed that when Pei'er mentioned her eldest brother, the man in the military uniform couldn't help but twitch, his expression turning somewhat unnatural. At the same time, his eyes darted around, as if he were wary of some hidden danger lurking nearby.

"Hahaha, would you believe me if I told you it was a god-tier technique?" The Sword Ancestor teased, holding back the answer.

His tearful wailing was entirely genuine, devoid of any pretense; it was a confession born from the very depths of his soul.

Li Zifeng was similarly keeping his eyes on Shangguan Ling. From his position, he could occasionally catch glimpses of her fair, heaving bosom.

It was over. When I took off my helmet, I saw Chen Bo crying; I saw two very distinct tear tracks on his face.

Lin Mohan gave a location for Lei Shiba to come and pick him up, then explained about getting drunk and losing his driver's license, leaving Lei Shiba to handle the fallout.

Zhang Fan burst into laughter. She was only playing the expert with those meager skills of hers—if she were truly an expert, she wouldn't have nearly been finished off by someone else.

"Wait, they know that the Utsunomiya clan’s abilities stem from bacteria in their blood?" Mo Qin suddenly interrupted Utsunomiya Masatsugu.

What on earth is happening? Why am I here? He stood up, bewildered, staring down at the bottomless abyss beneath his feet. How did I end up in such a perilous spot? Shouldn't I be trapped in the mist?

"Hey, what are you thinking about? You're so lost in thought." A hand landed on his shoulder without warning, giving him a start.

"Yes." Su Jin nodded. Chunliu lifted the dressed Su Jin into her wheelchair and pushed her toward the vanity.

The transaction with the four sects had concluded successfully. Naturally, Zhang Fan was unaware that besides those four, there were many others who had wanted to obtain the Teleportation Stone. However, it hadn't occurred to him, and the elders of the four sects had remained silent, so the matter was considered settled.

Perhaps it was destined from that moment; perhaps it began right then. The moment your figure first entered my eyes, it never once left my heart. I fell for you so hopelessly—and you, do you feel the same?

In that single instant, Mrs. Gu’s eyes widened in shock. What could it possibly mean to have six steamed buns?

But is that not how human affairs in this world go? There must be giving for there to be receiving. It was because of her pure kindness that Zhangzhu treated her with sincerity, and in return, that sincerity was met with Jing Chun’s genuine consideration and lack of resentment.

"Then wait for me a moment." Pei Ruyi looked down at her clothes; her complexion must look terrible right now.