Volume 1, Chapter 30: Shock! The Prince of Jin Has No Interest in Women

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The door was opened—first the lock was disengaged, then the key was inserted to unlock it, and finally, it was pushed ajar.

"Just to look at a contract? I could do that tomorrow." Mu Xiu was no fool; how could he be easily hoodwinked by such a remark?

When his cousin had played matchmaker to get her own cousin, who had long harbored feelings for her, to marry her best friend, was she truly acting out of kindness?

Almost every student felt a sense of curiosity toward this man, who was shrouded in legend. The graduating seniors, who had witnessed his era, waited in their seats with bated breath.

"I will go easy on you," Mu Xiu said, the corners of his mouth curling upward. To Lu Yilin, that smile was enough to send a series of shivers down his spine.

Mount Fuji! I felt little surprise in my heart. One must know that this is the sacred mountain of Japan. Though its peak is capped with glistening snow, it is both a dormant volcano and a living one.

The others, including Zhang Xiaoqi, did not follow Han Mo and Huo De into the room. Though she was willful, she knew where to draw the line; men had their own business, and she knew she could not involve herself in everything.

"In that case..." I tightened my grip on the broken sword. A group of ninjas placed their hands on the hilts of the blades at their left hips, standing in tense preparation. The atmosphere was stifling; a breeze swept by, causing a single leaf to drift slowly to the ground.

The kidnapping of Xia Fanxing by Gu Qingyan was a secret known to fewer than a handful of people to this day.

The red QQ sped along the highway. Seeing that the van behind us had disappeared, a heavy weight lifted from my heart. The car moved swiftly, and by around eight in the evening, we had reached Shijiazhuang. From there, it was only a few hours to Taiyuan, arriving by midnight.

"Our department spent a fortune on this heavy equipment. You must ensure the effectiveness of these weapons," Greed demanded.

The meal was eaten more slowly than usual. Once Wu Peihong set down his chopsticks, the others followed suit, one after another.

The man kept his head bowed, appearing earnest and patient. I tapped my toe gently against his knee, signaling that I was fine.

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"Me?" Li Wujie was momentarily lost in thought upon hearing this. "I suppose I will be staying in the capital for a while longer." As he spoke, his gaze seemed to drift toward a certain place in Chang'an, where a beautiful woman stood, covering her mouth as she smiled at him.

Everyone assumed Lou Qingsi had intentionally stayed away to avoid Su Changyu, until a panicked figure suddenly burst into the room.

In January of this year, after lobbying efforts involving numerous factions, the Australian government finally lifted its restrictions on foreign investment in the domestic telecommunications industry.

"Yes!" Rou'er bowed respectfully, bypassed Su Shilizhi, and approached Qilarong, her face filled with terror.

Rong Beilan produced the Phantom Magic Flute. Despite it being the most ordinary of melodies, the broken arrows seemed to gain a life of their own, swerving in mid-air to assault the Turbid King.

Seeing that alluring face, the smile on Su Changle’s lips widened. Having grown accustomed to Murong Liuli’s appearance, she found the current Xia Chulong somewhat jarring.

"Yes!" Du Ting replied, running to the base of the wall to shoulder his fortune-telling sign before racing after Black Blade.

With his destiny fractured, it would not be easy for Huangfu Qingcang to shatter the void using the nation's fortune.

This would prevent the water source from becoming murky and impure for any number of reasons.

This plan could solve the problem of the fourth-rank mystical beast while simultaneously draining the strength of the various factions in Tianyuan City—killing two birds with one stone.

Chu Miaomiao nodded without hesitation. How could she possibly have lost the ability to speak? She was, after all, a thousand-year-old cat demon.

This was no television drama or motion picture; they were experiencing it in the flesh. As ordinary people, how could they have ever witnessed such a scene?

"Welcome to the Territory War trial battlefield! Matching you now, please wait..." the system prompt chimed.

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"Let’s go to the bedroom." Forgive him; he currently had no inclination for anything else. The atmosphere had been completely ruined.

However, these memories were merely fragments, allowing Fang Xiu only a fleeting glimpse before they dissipated into nothingness.

The news that the Western Garrison Army was marching north brought a sense of relief to the temporary governor of Shuofang City, but the crisis remained; more reinforcements were desperately needed.

Facing the spirited Qin Yinyu, Zhao Shu had prepared a mouthful of retorts, but he held his tongue.

Liu Lerong’s hatred for Shen Lang was so profound that she was willing to gamble her entire life on revenge. Li Xueyan sighed.

Xiao Yimo’s ability to appear here without a sound made it clear he had been waiting for her arrival.

Yinhuan was not impatient. She gave Cang Linzheng a playful, reproachful look, then set aside the red thread and took up a purple one to embroider tiger stripes along the hem of the garment.

Yet, the Crown Prince was naturally gifted; it was simply that his heart was not in his studies. If he were not properly disciplined this time, it would only be harder to manage him in the future. He felt a headache coming on—should he turn a blind eye, or what course of action should he take?

This puzzled everyone, though they could sense that Leng Xueyan’s strength was the highest among them; to what extent, they could not say.

The situation with these people was indeed abnormal this year. Not only had they arrived three months earlier than usual, but they had also uniformly changed into white uniforms, rather than the standard attire of the Savage Academy. Furthermore, their numbers had reached an all-time high, and they clearly intended to conceal their identities.