Chapter 59: Pricked

At the exact moment of her collapse, Gu Sheng fell face-first, landing solidly right across He Wenzhou’s lap.

He let out a muffled grunt and froze entirely. The hand he had meant to reach out and catch Gu Sheng paused mid-air, and his brow furrowed unnaturally.

"Watch it."

Draped across his lap, Gu Sheng blinked. "Huh?"

He Wenzhou looked...

Chen Chu nodded. After the man was subdued, he caught sight of Wang Mu’s face. Emerging from the ruins, Wang Mu was neither wearing a mask nor using any spiritual talismans to conceal his identity.

As for dealing with the Black-Winged King, he believed they should follow the suggestion of the first minister and let the subordinate principalities handle it, though they could be selective about which principality to use.

The remaining pursuers quickly hit the ground, but a couple of slower ones were picked off by Hou Fei and Hober. The rest lay flat on the earth, too terrified to even raise their heads.

These coaches had mastered a slick craft, speaking in ambiguous terms so that the International Skating Union could never pin any evidence on them.

And what truly served as a window to showcase a nation? Charity. One might recall that during the 2018 FIFA World Cup in Russia, both the opening and closing ceremonies featured wheelchair-bound ball kids among the escorts—a uniquely thoughtful arrangement.

Behind each sensational headline, the intricate relationship between Zhou Shi and Robin Li was reported with mounting complexity. Wealth icons and youthful legends, stories and conspiracy theories of every stripe sprouted up at an unimaginable speed.

This time, because an unexpected incident had occurred in the Southern Dome lands, the schedule was brought forward and merged with the examination for the Realm-Patrol Envoys.

Sumalaji cast a look that was half-smile, half-scowl at him and said no more. She had already said everything that needed—and ought not—to be said. Those perceptive enough would escape with their lives; those who failed to comprehend would join her down in the underworld to serve the Grand Empress Dowager.

Their flattery toward the Princess was purely superficial, and naturally, I couldn't guess what they truly thought in their hearts, but resentment was certain. Take brother Zhao Qiankun here, for instance—serving as a laborer in your estate, he had never even eaten food this good. It shows that your governance as Princess leaves much to be desired; if people can't even get enough to eat, what talk is there of respect?

Jian Man got out of Jiang Ya’s car, waved goodbye, watched her drive away, and then walked into the Huo Corporation building.

It was just as he had whispered in her ear one night while she lay resting with her eyes closed: The reason I brought you here is not to rob you of the love of other men, but merely to carve out some time for myself, time spent alone with you, until your heart blossoms with emotion.

Ah Lang let out another excited howl, his voice so piercing that even the leaves on the surrounding trees trembled violently.

Yet, how long could such blind confinement truly hold them? When the bodies were present but the hearts were gone, a tribe was no longer a tribe.

"Pfft..." Shen Chu felt shattered by the blow once more, collapsing heavily into his chair with a defeated expression.

Zhao Chen and Zhang Yuan wheeled the unconscious Mo Yitian into his ward, with Lu Yuerong closely following behind. Lin晓沫 (Lin Xiaomo) could only watch from afar at Mo Yitian's pale face, feeling a pain in her heart as sharp as a blade carving away her flesh.

Just as she was hesitating over how to explain, she saw Zhao Zimong rush over with eyes gleaming, clinging fiercely to Mo Yitian.

"Answering Your Highness, this maid is quite well." Doesn't Your Lordship know how busy I am? Why ask when nothing is wrong, forcing me to answer anyway? Feng Ling curled her lips and lowered her head helplessly.

Seeing the Emperor relishing the food, Eunuch Li felt a swell of delight. Naturally, he had no idea what this salad tasted like, but since the Emperor was eating with such relish, it had to be delicious.

Once a person achieves success, everything in their past is romanticized by others, transformed into a touching or inspirational tale. At its core, this is simply humanity's psychological subservience to the strong.