Chapter 135: Changing Jobs?

Chapter 135: Changing Jobs?

After dropping Wang Zhaojun off at the Dijing Mansion from the airport, Feng Lun called Fan Xiaoyou. "Xiaoyou, are you free this afternoon? Come back to the company; I have something to discuss with you. You should prepare yourself for resignation!" Fan Xiaoyou had just...

"Jiuxiao, I think I'm going to fall in love with you!" Nan Wuxin’s face beamed with radiance. Regardless of anything else, she let out a loud shout, lunged forward to give Jiuxiao a fierce hug, and then bolted toward the city.

As Ye Feng spoke, Yaoguang had already risen and come to his side. A faint, orchid-like fragrance drifted into his nostrils, causing him to lose his focus.

"I can get on the horse right now!" Qingqing, however, took a leap and headed straight toward the yellow steed.

However, this was understandable. The other party had tried every possible means to kill her. She had nearly died at the hands of this man. How could she not be angry? How could she not be furious?

Hong Mofeng caught sight of Ye Feng and his heart sank. If Ye Feng took the opportunity to strike now, his situation would be dire.

Fang Chen gathered the internal energy within his body, swung his fist again, and amidst the sound of a dragon’s roar and a brilliant flash of violet light, delivered a heavy, thunderous blow.

Yi Jiazhen stood up and beckoned to Tong Ran. Tong Ran obediently walked over to him and was then pulled tightly into Yi Jiazhen’s embrace.

The other group, however, made him even more apprehensive. Those men were imposing tribesmen wielding long watermelon blades, their deep-set eyes and high bridges of noses betraying a murderous intent.

"That is just your prejudice; one cannot generalize everything." Qin Lan saw that he had a string of twisted logic, and though she wanted to argue, she was too anxious to know what to say.

"Seventeenth Brother, this has nothing to do with you; it was my own reaction that was slow." An Shiyi waved his hands and shook his head, having no intention of blaming his brother at all.

Questioned by Li Siqin, Ye Xueying began to recall the scene from earlier. Although the two were indeed very similar, she had never seen the woman’s face clearly, so she dared not jump to conclusions.

Just like that, Chen Xiulan married Shi Zhiyou, and Shi Zhiyou transformed from a mere shop hand into one of the shareholders of the flower shop.

In Dayang's mind, it took a long time to realize that everyone was living apart, because he had assumed they were all still together—just that they used to live closer and now lived a bit further away.

Ye Chu’s eyes curved into crescents as she smilingly called out, "Aunt," to which Wan Yihui responded, the warmth in her eyes deepening.

"Muxuan, what exactly do you want? And Qinglian, where have you taken her? Mengmei is very worried about her and keeps asking me; I don't even know how to stall her anymore," Yilin finally couldn't help but demand.

To put it plainly, since his ascension, Emperor Jiacheng had been overly diligent in state affairs, and having suffered repeated setbacks, he had fallen into such a severe illness.

Phoenix City was decorated with festive cheer; every twenty yards stood a colorful canopy, and the common people had long since gathered on the main streets, waiting to catch a glimpse of the Emperor’s procession.

Yi Feishi glanced at the blaze, and after confirming the direction in which the Chen Dynasty spies had fled, he spurred his horse and left without hesitation.

Seeing that Ye Chengzhi’s complexion was poor, Ye Xueying asked if he was feeling unwell. Ye Chengzhi replied that he was indeed feeling a bit off, perhaps a cold.

Watching this exceptionally harmonious scene of man and bird, Lady Li felt as though the usually peaceful Heart Sutra of Guanyin was buzzing in her ears like dozens of flies swarming together, making her heart, liver, spleen, and lungs ache faintly once more.

Was it simply not there, or was the Will of Heaven too advanced for him to touch—a feeling that he could never truly reach?

He was a soldier, and he harbored deep hatred for the military spirit of the island nation from decades ago. Furthermore, no one would believe the general’s words; could a hatred suppressed for so many years be set aside just like that? Such a thing could not happen with these military spirits.