Volume One, Chapter 27: First Come, First Served

Although caring for Jing Tianming left Song Ruyue exhausted, her heart was filled with happiness. To be with the one she loved, what were a few hardships?

The disciple in white performed a series of changing hand seals, and the ox-headed spirit puppet was the first to lunge forward. It swung its mace through the air, bringing it down directly upon Zhuang Xie’s head.

Realizing this, Tang Hai asked her, since the winery was changing its name, the wine would surely need a rebranding; what would be a good name for the new label?

Over the years, the prestige of the eldest prince, Fusu, had grown with each passing day. Both inside and outside the court, there was a strong chorus of voices hoping that Prince Fusu would inherit the imperial throne.

“Thank you…” Ye Youniang did not notice anything else; she looked at Bai Fan with a gentle smile, her eyes reflecting only his figure, holding nothing else.

Equipped with sixteen main batteries and a vast array of secondary guns, the Praetorian-class, while not quite on par with the Aegis-class, had been enhanced for speed. It was essentially a second-generation space cruiser evolved from the Aihua.

In the moment he seized control of the body, Bai Fan’s soul merged with the immortal clone, immediately sensing blood, bone, and muscle as surging as a river, as towering as a mountain, as eternal as the heavens, and as hard as diamond.

Luo Yang rubbed his forehead. It wasn't that he truly lacked the time to draw manga; it was that the works worth drawing in his mind were all quite long, and completing them would take up far too much time.

These were all items Moody had used during his time as an Auror, and Karesis had unceremoniously moved them over.

Despite the voice being as soft and gentle as a lover’s whisper, hearing it made Sang Li break out in a dense, chilling sweat behind his back, even in the middle of the cold winter.

Bai Xiaoyu felt uncomfortable; she was not afraid of the threat in Fu Qingdong’s words, but simply afraid of the man himself, not daring to provoke him.

Perhaps it was when she spoke her first words to him, or perhaps it was when she snatched his rose.

“Will you announce it or not?” General Tang asked coldly, holding Madam Tang’s hand tightly. Madam Tang merely stared at him blankly, unable to speak. She hadn’t seen him this resolute in many, many years. A bitter smile touched her lips, and she subconsciously shook her head.

Ming Zhao Shen cast his gaze toward Luo Xuan, who stood as straight as a solitary peak, sighed, and stepped into the arena. Upon reaching a point ten meters from Luo Xuan, he flicked his sleeve, and with a low hum, drew the long-lost Kun Steel divine weapon—the Heaven-Sealing Sword.

Chen Nian wore a smile, showing not a hint of suspicion. Seeing this, Feng Junyang felt a secret sense of relief.

A patient suffering from amnesia would certainly face difficulties living alone, and naturally, Li Lufei was worried.

The latter stood up, shrugged indifferently, stepped forward twice, and reached out to pat Gu Yibei on the head.

Without a form, I am now nothing more than a molten, wandering soul, devoid of features, flesh, or spiritual power.

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Pian An spoke in a low, uncertain voice, “Returning to Your Majesty, this servant does not know.” The Emperor’s heart was inscrutable; he decided to just gamble on his luck—at worst, he would lose his life.

“Understood.” The young soldier nodded. Even as a gate guard for the Eastern Depot Command, he dared not be negligent when the Chief Grand Secretary himself had spoken. The soldier nodded with a beaming smile and turned to run inside.

Ming Mo’s actions shocked everyone, for by destroying the jade pendant, he was clearly telling Ming Yuan that he would not acknowledge the bond between them.

Dinner time had already passed. After eating, Sai Sai walked alone toward her room. Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed behind her. Seeing her increasingly striking appearance, Jiang Chuhan felt his heart skip a beat.

All of this was undoubtedly casting a gray shadow over the two-hundred-year history of the Great Ming. Under the weight of such sorrow, Jiang Chuhan’s triumphant return to the capital seemed insignificant at this moment.

Murong Liuyun, having been thoroughly intimidated, kept his word; he switched back to the original sign and even recalled the actors.

Chu Jingxiao walked to the opposite side of the stone tablet from Fang Chen and sat down cross-legged, reaching out to press his hands against the stone. Yet, the moment his palms touched the surface, the sharp, murderous glint that had been deliberately suppressed deep in his eyes flashed violently.

At this moment, Gu Niannu’s veil had been removed, revealing a peerless beauty that made Ye Feng’s gaze falter.

Tong Ran stood frozen as Yi Jiazhen entered the adjacent room. A spark ignited in the darkness, and the glow of a candle lit up the small space. Tong Ran stood at the doorway for a long time until a gust of cold wind made him shiver, finally prompting him to retreat back into his own room.

Therefore, the company had invested a great deal of effort into Lin Shurou, not only spending a fortune to invite a famous producer to create her new album but also creating buzz through various variety shows and media interviews before the recording was even finished. It was as if they were determined to crown her the queen of pop.

Ding Dang’s face flushed at her words, and she hurriedly reached out, trying to suppress her reaction, but she found she could not.

Young Master Zhuang’s hand, hidden within his sleeve, trembled. He suddenly lunged toward the exit of the main hall, taking a pill from his sleeve and popping it into his mouth as he moved.

However, in just a few minutes, the ship in the distance had drawn very close; if they were any slower, they would likely be captured.