Chapter 116: Shamelessness Unveiled

“Wen Xuan, how come you suddenly have time to visit me? Shouldn't you be very busy at this hour?” Lin Hui, who could read everything about Fang Wenxuan, quickly changed the subject.

“I’m in the same situation as you now—I’m no longer involved in this case,” Fang Wenxuan said as he sat down.

“That’s perfect, then keep me company,” Lin Hui said joyfully, teasing.

“I’m not in the mood to keep you company,” Fang Wenxuan replied calmly.

“What’s wrong? Is it because your friend Mo Han got involved?” Lin Hui asked, looking at Fang Wenxuan.

“You seem to know quite a bit from the hospital,” Fang Wenxuan smiled lightly at Lin Hui.

“My brother told me,” Lin Hui quickly laughed. “I haven’t broken any rules.”

“Brother Tufeng, if it’s possible, just kill me, then rebury me at Mount Daren, the mountain full of medicinal herbs, where we used to pick herbs together. How about that?” the plump man said slowly.

Therefore, after Empress Dowager Xiaoduan set the date for Wei Qingqing’s return to the palace, she instructed the Marquis of Wuyang County to personally escort Wei Qingqing out of the palace, granting her considerable honor.

In that era, automobiles were rare; people generally commuted by bicycle, so issues of road occupation were not prominent, and complaints were few. Citizens were accustomed to walking while buying things on the streets.

More coincidentally, similar murmurs kept spreading throughout the vast conference hall.

In such snowy white fields, the illusion beasts naturally noticed Han Qianyu with ease.

“You understand well. The leader’s power is terrifying. With our current strength, we simply cannot resist. Even if the sect master personally intervened, it would only escalate tensions, causing more harm than good,” Chu Yuyao said.

At this moment, since the Black Demon was unwilling to leave, Bai Choufei had little more to say. What he could do was to accompany her to death.

Before those people could enter, a figure suddenly flew backward violently, crashing to the ground in a pitiful heap.

Although Ling Wanrou dared not contradict Princess Jin’an, she leaned on her maid, feigning weakness and exhaustion. This moved her close friend, Princess Wuyang, who felt indignant on her behalf and blocked Wei Qingqing’s path as soon as Princess Jin’an left.

“No matter what, we should be the first to share this good news with Brother Han,” He Fan said.

Song Zhiyong merely nodded at him, his gaze resting on Jin Yexuan. Jin Yexuan and Song Zhiyong exchanged a glance, and Jin Yexuan stepped forward first, extending his hand.

As for all the actions of the Regent Prince, Prime Minister Chen Shaoyou neither stopped nor opposed them; he tacitly approved and consented.

Outside Kou’s residence, guests came and went in an endless stream. The mansion was adorned with red silk decorations, while outside, the continuous sounds of firecrackers, joyous laughter, and congratulations rang out.

Of course, it’s also possible that they might not adapt to the city's lifestyle and pace, and perhaps they wouldn’t want to come.

How did this end up involving Dad Lu and Mom Lu? Startled, Lu Feifan also frightened Yang Fei.

In the early days of live streaming, she mainly danced, spending seventy percent of her time dancing and thirty percent streaming.

With the increased difficulty of senior year studies, Zhao Hui paid close attention in every class and rarely went out after school. She studied late every night and got up early to memorize foreign language vocabulary. Her academic progress improved greatly.

“Jin Yexuan.” When my hands touched his body, he collapsed weakly against me, his disheveled, dull hair sticking to his forehead. His tightly shut eyes bore an indelible exhaustion.

This was partly because their debut methods were different. Lin Ziyou had no special publicity during his debut; it was mainly his album that opened the market for him.

On that day, he secretly went to the palace and quietly hid behind a pillar, gradually peeking out to watch Hua Qingxin revise memorials.

Yin Le reached out to grab the bowl. With a swift motion, he threw it back. The startled Imperial Concubine immediately stepped back, her hairpin askew. Those behind hurried to support her, but the bowl landed steadily exactly where it had been, without a trace of deviation.