Volume 1, Chapter 55: Disputes Arise Anew

"Your Majesty, such hypothetical scenarios are utterly meaningless."

Ye Yuntang looked at him.

At last, Xie Chenyan loosened his grip, his eyes turning red.

"You may leave."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Ye Yuntang curtsied and turned to leave.

Xie Chenyan watched her receding figure, an indescribable and inarticulable emotion stirring in his heart.

After Ye Yuntang had gone, Xie Chenyan spoke to the shadows, "Is it that I do not understand love, or does she not?"

A figure in the darkness flickered slightly.

Meanwhile, Youming was truly formidable. Xie Chenyan had witnessed it firsthand, watching Youming conquer all in the fighting arena day after day, remaining undefeated as he surged from complete obscurity straight to the number one spot on the Foundation Establishment tier leaderboard.

Xia Feng shrugged, rubbed his temples, and said, "We need not concern ourselves with this. I gave it my word; if it can swim all the way to the great river of the Dragon Mansion mountain range, our realm will naturally lend it our full support."

***

Old Sha finished speaking just as they arrived at the coffin shop. It was as though his words had been meticulously calculated beforehand—not a single word too many, nor a single word too few—stopping right in front of the shop's entrance.

Back then, he had failed Qiu Si and broken Long Yue's heart. Now that he had finally let go of his past obsessions to be with Long Yue and live a happy life, if he were to turn back now, wouldn't that mean inflicting pain upon everyone all over again?

Lei Xiuying failed to grab the money and ended up with her face scratched all over by the landlord. Tumbling and rolling, there wasn't an inch of her body that didn't ache.

Liu Mei'er still refused to show any submission, stiffening her neck and stubbornly refusing to admit her wrongdoing. Jiang Xueying was consumed with fury; no one had provoked or crossed their path, yet she had brazenly run over to cause harm, pushing her way in like a madwoman past the guard dog at the gate.

Qin Yang was left speechless. You listen to your master, your master has to listen to Elder Wu, Elder Wu holds a grudge and wants revenge, and then sends you to make trouble for me—isn't that ultimately still my trouble?

Where on earth had things gone wrong, turning a start that had promised such absolute victory into this current predicament?

Moreover, the structures erected were merely simple tents—easy to dismantle and requiring no great effort.

He wept so bitterly that my clothes were soaked through, and burying his face against my chest, he pressed down so heavily that I could barely catch my breath.

As for Charlotte? He bolted into the bathroom in a single stride, not even bothering to use hot water, and instead blasted his body with an icy shower, as if that were the only way to shock himself back to sobriety.

Regardless, everyone was now bound together as a unified front, and Brother Long had become our biggest and most agonizing adversary. Yet, until the day they came looking for us, life still had to go on as usual.

She had always favored wearing skirts, but due to rushing around for work over the past few days, she had switched to more convenient trousers.

***

It was not entirely without hope; reasonable medical treatment coupled with time, and most importantly, one's own acceptance and cooperation, could make a difference.

It seemed the situation was not as bleak as feared. Neither of us were the dramatic sort; both being rational adults, we had chosen this way to bring the marriage to a close, which was actually quite fine.

At the moment, however, she had no leisure for wild thoughts, assuming it was simply some wallpaper downloaded from an app. With a quick glance, she dialed Ling's mother's number.

Still attempting to sophistically quibble even now? This was the universal thought running through everyone's minds upon hearing Liu Yang's final words. Things had reached this point; no amount of sophistry could alter the reality that he was the murderer.

Pampering her was genuine, but given Sikong Yande's lofty status as the exalted Prince Danyang, how could she ever dare to truly act as willfully spoiled as if he were an ordinary husband of her own household?

"The master of the Thousand Poisons Workshop has departed; we shall likely have to wait a little longer," Mu Hua said, reining in his horse and halting beside the carriage.

Comments from everyone: Your suggestion is reliable, at least you didn't suffer in vain. If we run into any good lasses, we'll introduce them all to you.

Caught completely off guard by this sudden blow, Xia Ruilong was struck squarely in the chest by Jian Lianyu. He clutched his heart, crouching down with a face contorted in sheer agony.