Volume 1, Chapter 62: I Am the Capital Tycoon 16

[I have no idea.]
An Qianqian rolled her eyes.
She simply did not believe it.
"If you won't tell me, fine. Forget it."
[Host, my dear... I truly cannot find any trace of it. Just walk around more, and perhaps you'll stumble upon it one day.]
Ignoring the system entirely, An Qianqian headed straight back home.
Luo Qian'er's gaze fell upon the official seal pasted across the main gates of the Luo residence. In her heart, she knew all too well that Feng Xuanming had personally led men to raid and confiscate the Luo family estate because of her, when all was said and done.
"We can deal with future matters when they arise. As long as you assist Nangong Ye faithfully by his side, success is bound to be ours." Shen Birou had not considered things on such a long-term scale. Things had already reached this point; perhaps they could only take it one step at a time.
She only hoped that Madam Shen—or Yilan, as Shen Mutian called her—would heed her advice and behave according to the rules from now on, without stirring up any more trouble. Otherwise, she would no longer be polite to them.
With nothing better to do, Luo Qian'er retrieved "Little Flower" from her purse, intending to feed it, only to discover that all the food in her room was gone. Left with no choice, she cradled the coiled "Little Flower" in the palm of her hand and stepped outside to find some food.
Mo Siyou pressed his lips together, casting all those complicated matters to the back of his mind, closing his eyes to feel the warmth of her in his arms. At this moment, all he wanted was to hold her tight.
His sharp gaze swept across the crowd in the Zhaoyang Hall one by one. Wherever his eyes landed, everyone felt as though they were being targeted by a venomous snake, a chill piercing straight through their bones. How dare any of them claim they did not understand? One after another, they collapsed to their knees on the ground, swearing on their lives not to spread the news.
Before her official title and status were even settled, she was already standing above Bai Qingluo. One could easily imagine who truly called the shots in their married life. If Mo Xiaoran wanted to sit on the dragon throne even for a moment, Bai Qingluo would probably indulge her by driving Bai Mo away just to let her try out the experience, wouldn't he?
Still, Xiao Yihan's departure from the city this time was something he guessed might have a connection to her. Yet, since fate had destined them to pass each other by in this manner, then so be it.
When the Changle Army was originally relocated to the Eight Great Outlets to serve as a base, they had started from the Fifth Ring Road at the Yamenkou Bridge and followed the Fifth Ring Road straight to the base. Therefore, along the road from their current location all the way to the Yamenkou Bridge, there was no need to worry about the presence of zombies.
Li Yun pointed a finger, and the giant sword slowly touched the ground. Instantly, the sounds of a zither and the striking of cymbals rang out.
A vast gulf like that between the clouds and the mud already lay between you and me. Ignorant and fearless, I alone know the consequences of this, which is why I must be all the more cautious in my words and actions.
Yet, upon closer observation, one would notice that the people here—whether engaged in business or walking the streets—all carried an air of fierce ruggedness, and the flowing air was tinged with a faint scent of blood.
"This young master is wronged! I am a man sent by the Emperor himself, how could I possibly steal such a thing?" Wang Mingyang anxiously argued to clear his name.
Yet, as he turned his head like that, from An Zeyin's perspective, the adam's apple that had just tempted him in his field of vision transformed into a large, perfectly round sapphire earring.
Zhu Yingtai had originally thought the Crown Prince was a broad-minded and elegant man, which was why the entire Xuanpu Garden exuded such an atmosphere. However, having just witnessed the scene of a "collective execution," she realized how terribly mistaken she had been.
"Shut up!" the head of the Lin family barked out. He was sick of the trouble, buzzing around his ears like a pesky fly.
A familiar lotus fragrance, wrapped in a chill amidst its elegance, pervaded the air. Zhao Mingway's heart skipped a beat: her overbearing tyrant of a Crown Prince hadn't chased after her; instead, it was her even more wayward and erratic Grand Lord! Instantly, she closed her eyes tightly, putting on an expression of sudden dizziness.
Bai Zhi shot a malevolent glare at the man beside her, then turned around and strode into the bedchamber without a word.
"It's nothing," An Zeyin said, his face unusually devoid of any smile, completely expressionless from brow to chin.