Chapter Thirty-Nine: Kill Xiao Ze

"How have you been getting by these days?"

Mo Yin asked, "Did your matriarch not offer you any help?"

Ling Yinyin let out a dismissive laugh. "I’m a grown adult; why would I go around asking for help every day? I have hands and feet of my own—I can provide for myself."

This rather advanced philosophy left Mo Yin stunned once again.

"Which tribe... exactly are you from?"

He was suddenly filled with curiosity.

In truth, after she spoke those words, his first instinct was to walk over and hold her, just as they had done on so many nights when they slept together.

Two days later, Accountant Zhang finally finished tallying the work points for the commune members, and every household was overjoyed.

He walked toward a candle stand, attempting to find a hidden mechanism. But no matter how he twisted or pressed it, there was absolutely no reaction.

Empress Dowager Fu’s face was clouded with gloom. Even without a word spoken, a single glance from her was enough to strike terror into Consort He.

It was thanks to them that he had strived so desperately, working hard to improve his cultivation, no longer hoping for familial affection, and certainly no longer expecting anyone to care for him or pity him.

There are no secrets between relatives; the high purchase price of ten cents didn't even last a day before the entire commune knew about it.

It was winter, and the seawater was biting cold. The moment Si Tian fell in, she felt certain she was going to die. She even kept her eyes open, watching as someone else appeared to jump in after her from above.

For the sake of a better life for the Xing family, Xing Shen devoted his entire heart and mind to his studies while at the academy.

Although Guo Bin knew that Lu Zhi had a notoriously stubborn temperament, he still had to obliquely inquire about the imperial envoy sent to inspect the region. Upon learning that the eunuch Zuo Feng had failed to extort a bribe, Guo Bin was left speechless: as he had feared, he had arrived too late.

The words might have been a bit harsh, but they were reasonable, and they were spoken for Istar’s own good. Regardless, his body had only just recovered; even though he usually paid attention to physical training and was relatively strong, it was still a concern.

The successive news left the entire city of Shengjing in a state of unrest. Some even remarked on the good fortune of Duke Dingguo, Yue Jin. With the Third Prince having passed away, Yue Jin, as his father-in-law, would have to observe a period of mourning. Yet, when one considered the imperial decree—"to take office after the new year"—it was only three or four months away. It would coincide perfectly with the end of the mourning period; it was truly a stroke of luck.

Sure enough, once the computer was shut down, the entire security system deactivated. It was truly a marvelous operation.

He had already made up his mind: after the surgery was over, he would give Mei Chen a son, and then their family could live in peace and safety.

Receiving this intelligence was something that happened a long time ago. It was after Gerald Dugall’s defeat that he had obtained the information regarding massive, abnormal capital outflows from Federation assets.

Princess Sang Li, however, was listless, unable to eat or sleep, secretly grieving. The Duke of Wei was dead, but that didn't mean she could return to the Zhao State. Without an order from the King of Zhao, she couldn't go back at all. And now that the man she was meant to marry was dead, she was left stranded with no support—what was she to do?

At the very rear were the storm warships designed for long-range fire support. Do not be deceived by the fact that these warships carry only one weapon system; they possess cross-galactic strike capabilities. This means that even across a galaxy, this weapon can strike a target and inflict effective damage.

"Amitabha, I pray to the Buddha to keep the First Prince safe and sound!" Ever since reports from the front lines had arrived, the incense in Consort Hui’s palace had burned without cease. She spent every day burning incense and copying scriptures to pray for the First Prince, her devotion so profound that one might almost believe he was her own biological son.

The Jade Nectar is ice-cold to the touch and difficult to endure when swallowed, yet it possesses the power to extend one's life. Though it is unknown how much can be harvested, a single inch-long jade cup of the nectar is enough to grant anyone—be they a commoner or a cultivator, regardless of their level of cultivation—an additional hundred years of life.