Volume One, Chapter 91: Let's Get Divorced!

According to what you said, I was separated from my mother the moment I was born. How could she have remembered my dowry when I got married? If that's the case, she truly must feel guilty. Thinking back to those foolish things I did before, it's heartbreaking.

Qin Feng's expression was dark. Although he caught Liu Wei off guard with a sudden thunder spell, revealing his identity as a mage, his actions also exposed him. Qin Feng glanced at the high platform, where Li Chuanhuo watched him with a blank face, lost in thought.

"Go on, nothing good ever comes from a dog's mouth," Li Junqian said, shaking his head as he walked away, clearly in a good mood.

"Well, the research is about done. It's time to proceed to the second round," Dongfang Han thought to himself. With a wave of his hand, the thunder and fire vanished. Though both were formidable, to Dongfang Han they were still too weak.

Destroying the Destiny Gate was unimportant. What mattered was how Fang Xiyue had treated her in their previous life; now, she intended to repay Fang Xiyue in kind, one act at a time.

Jinxiu answered softly, leading Doctor Zhang outside. At the entrance to the courtyard, she took a pouch of silver from her sleeve and handed it to him. Doctor Zhang glanced at her, snorted through one nostril, and walked away with a sidelong look, leaving Jinxiu standing there, bewildered.

Bai Liunian edged closer to me, clearly wanting me to rest my head on his shoulder. I turned my face away, pretending not to notice, but he pulled me into his arms with domineering force.

The navigator Pedro Almeida, from the southern Portuguese town of Faro, was brought to the lookout tower. Isabel, sitting near the portside rail, cradled a glass of wine, gazing absentmindedly at a procession of dark cargo emerging from beneath the merchant ship’s open deck.

Lin Shu was perplexed. Why would Lin Jia value her above all? If not Lin Hui or Lin Qian, surely it should have been Lin Lian, who was now being raised by the matron.

Seeing this, Zhao Yuan’s captain barked coldly, and the men behind him immediately leveled their spears and tugged at their reins, their warhorses rearing and neighing, ready to charge. Yet, Zhao Yuan’s furious shout halted them.

The two stood close, exchanging words quietly, nodding to each other from time to time.

One after another, more than a dozen medicinal herbs were placed in the alchemy furnace. The deep blue flames leapt higher, and the herbs inside began to melt before her eyes. Zhong Xingyue felt she had made significant progress in refining pills this time.

The beauty from the neighboring class had somehow heard that the crown prince liked White Rabbit milk candies, so she bought a bag.

The Phoenix stared at Chi Yaoyue for a while and suddenly felt it was a mistake to accompany her out.

Inside the medical department, such a large machine could fit inside the universe chain—evidence of its remarkable power.

The scene was pristine, which left Yan Xiang in a daze. It was as if no battle had occurred here, as if Scholar Xu had not died. Everything seemed nothing more than a dream Yan Xiang had conjured.

Rong Xi lazily lifted her eyelids, wanting to divine Xue Xinqi’s fate, but her strength had diminished beyond measure.

Si Jing Tian could bear it no longer. Without a word, he rushed to Class Eight where Shen Yu was, taking advantage of the break between lessons.

From nowhere, the man produced a folding fan, shaking it as he spoke, his brows gently arched, exuding a sense of serene elegance.

Only now did he realize that, after being struck by the arrow, aside from the pain in the wound, nothing seemed amiss.

In the dimly lit military tent, Mu Tong held a wine pouch, though it contained only water. Drinking was forbidden in the army without cause. Wearing his uniform, Mu Tong sat on the ground, tilted his head back for a deep drink, then gave a bitter smile and could no longer hold back his hoarse, anguished sobs.