Chapter 29

"Glucose injection?" Ling Miao scanned the room and spotted the glucose Su Yuyang had mentioned. Now, Ling Miao understood why Su Yuyang was in such a hurry to have breakfast—it turned out he suffered from hypoglycemia and was prone to episodes if he skipped his morning meal.

The bride floated down from the rafters and landed right in front of me. Seeing her in that bridal attire, I felt a wave of dizziness, as if Luo Jia had suddenly appeared.

"Let's get out of here before we talk." Lan Chengzhe pulled her by the hand toward the cabin door, his expression still shrouded in mystery.

It wasn't just him; the likes of Pojun, Wuming, Juexin, and other top masters of the Wushen Jue Palace were also struck with shock! They had absolutely no inkling that someone had managed to sneak right outside the palace without them noticing.

Princess Yu pouted and acted spoiled toward the Empress Dowager. She had leveraged her foreign tutor's influence to obtain these items, yet the Empress Dowager was not the least bit impressed.

Having had his Achilles' heel pressed, he immediately bristled. Even though he had seen it clearly from the start, when the moment finally arrived, his heart still felt suffocatingly heavy.

Leng Mochen sat on the edge of the desk and pulled me tightly into his embrace, gazing at me with such tender affection that I felt embarrassed. I averted my eyes slightly, feeling as if a fire were burning within me.

Tang Xuan leaned close to Ling Miao's ear and whispered, "I wouldn't mind slicing your throat open." As he spoke, he tightened his grip on the knife. Ling Miao felt a chill on his neck, followed by a sharp pain. Although he couldn't see his own neck, Su Yuyang's look of shock and tension made it clear that he had been wounded.

"Young Master, what's wrong? Shall I call a doctor for you?" Seeing the look of agony on his face, Qin Yang immediately supported him with concern. "No need," he said, pushing his hand away. His mind didn't seem capable of processing anything too complex at the moment.

However, his final sentence was laced with profound regret, making Mo Xianan realize that this was not a pre-recorded message on a tape, but his living voice.

"I am the Daoist Gao Ge. Greetings, Benefactor Yuan." Gao Ge smiled, his expression carrying an innate sense of compassion for all living things.

However, given that his SAN levels wouldn't rise easily, this guy would likely remain a vegetable or a madman for the rest of his life—though, of course, that might be a different story once he returned to the Tower of Babel.

"What? This isn't fish?" Toji and Kensuke, who had been dragged along by Misato to fill the numbers, were feeling awkward and out of place. When they heard this, they immediately looked down at the saury they had already taken several bites of, their faces filled with astonishment.

He did not act with excessive flamboyance despite being the guest of honor that night. He simply stood with a wine glass, smiling as he discussed business matters only they could understand with a certain director. Yet, even so, he could not hide the temperament he exuded—a nobility that others could never hope to match.

"Ye, in that last interview, you said Xiran was just a friend. Heh, I don't think so!" another nurse looked at Jin Yexuan with a gossipy glint in her eyes.

Despite saying that, Feng Xue felt a warmth in his heart when he saw the two of them coming down to help him instead of fighting their own battles on the stands.

"Don't ask so many questions, just use it." He tossed the words over his shoulder with impatience, not even looking at me before walking out of the room and closing the door.

Seeing the faces of Mike Morhaime and the others flushed with excitement, Li Zetian couldn't help but smile. It seemed his reputation in the gaming industry was just too great; the mere thought of him designing a game for them had them worked into a frenzy.

The original poster of the "exposé" thread was hiding behind a masked account named "Call Me Lei Feng," clearly created specifically for this smear campaign against Lin Fu. Judging by its history, it had only ever posted this one thread.

He was very good to Qi Jingran; anything Qi Jingran wanted, he would provide if possible.

"We are so far apart; even if I wanted to interfere, I couldn't," Lele said with an unusually flat tone. "Beizi Zhu, I'm serious. If you really like someone, don't let it slip away. Don't worry about me..." Lele's solemnity left me feeling somewhat at a loss for words.

Zhong Nan realized after a moment's thought that the "they" Liao Qing'er referred to were Qiu Xiang and Jiang Mo, though he couldn't figure out how she knew.

Ling Yunpeng sighed. This issue was truly tricky. As he pondered how to set up the resettlement site, his mind spinning, he almost knocked into a rickshaw puller on the side of the road and had to slam on the brakes.

And so, Chen Kepeng took off his military uniform and became a most ordinary citizen of the Great Ming. Although Cui Dazheng felt a sense of regret, he, like Zhong Nan, supported his eldest brother's decision.

The dust settled, and the truth waited there quietly and confidently, as if it had always known that one day it would be discovered.

Thus, from mid-March to mid-April, the peace talks between the two countries were largely concluded at the official level; all that remained was to await approval from the Wanli Emperor and Toyotomi Hideyoshi. However, these matters meant nothing to Zhong Nan and the other soldiers on the front lines; all they hoped for was to return home as soon as possible.

There were even ten helicopters circling in the air, trailing banners that read: "Clear Yin Yi's Name, Yiyi is Innocent."

"Yuanjiang is not a monolithic block. There are some people who will sell anything for money," Gao Hao Tian said indifferently.

This was a sanctuary of academia, where few people chased after celebrities. Her status here was that of a student, so there was no need to care about such things.

The front hall had been prepared, and a banner hung above: "Act with integrity, conduct affairs with transparency." In the center of the hall, a pair of grand chairs were placed. Tong Shengxi and Hu Mianzhi sat upon them. Ling Yunpeng knelt to pay his respects to his two masters, bowed to serve them tea, and presented his apprenticeship letter.

"Greedy Eyes" gave a sycophantic laugh. "Right, right, big brother, I'm going now." As he walked away, he was shoved hard by the large man, but "Greedy Eyes" only continued to walk away with a fawning smirk.

As soon as Ling Minghao opened his eyes, he saw Xiang Lai, whose eyes were red. He moved his dry, pale lips slightly. Although no sound came out, Xiang Lai could tell what he was trying to express by the shape of his mouth.