Volume 1, Chapter 34: She is My Junior Sister

“Yes, Your Majesty. The wife of the heir to the Duke of An is currently serving at the Imperial Medical Academy,” Chief Eunuch Changshun hurriedly replied from beside him.

Emperor Beiming Jing was slightly surprised to hear this.

“That is rather unusual…”

He stood there languidly, his brows and eyes carrying a rakish air, his thin lips curling carelessly as he continued.

Chu Tianshu shook hands with Ye Qingping, Lang Maocai, Liang Yuxuan, and Shangguan Zixia one by one in farewell, preparing to return to Qingyuan.

Zhu Tong believed that Chen Yiyi might not truly have any deep feelings for him. Perhaps what captivated her was merely this vague, half-hidden ambiguity. To her, working at Ocean Hospital served two purposes: preparing for the new hospital and passing the time. He was no more than a vessel for her flirtation, and all he had to do was pretend to be a fool.

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That day, the entire Hefeng Restaurant in Yau Ma Tei had been reserved by Brother Camel for his fortieth-birthday celebration.

Ouyang Meimei still had one hand gripping Chu Tianshu. With the other, she shakily fumbled out her keys and tried several times, yet still failed to open the apartment door.

At that moment, Xiang Wanqing directed the cameramen to adjust the positions of the cameras, bringing some nearer and sending others farther away. The lenses of several cameras all focused at once on the scene of Yi Haitao and Nan Yanping conversing.

Everywhere in the restaurant, guests could appreciate the refinement and natural charm of Riverflower Rain. Even from the main hall alone, one could imagine that the private rooms upstairs and below must possess even greater depth.

Though they were the same words, when spoken by Shi Qianren, they were extraordinarily convincing and difficult to resent. Such was the effect created by the differences in how people conducted themselves.

Luo Hongchen adapted at once. His body and blade became one, merging into a streak of silver light as he slashed toward Xian Fanxin.

In truth, staying alive was not difficult. The simplest method was bribery. As the saying went, money could move even the gods. Primitive though this method was, it never failed.

Lin Ke frowned. “If you don’t tell me everything you know, I’m leaving you to fend for yourself.” Although his external wounds had been treated, he was still extremely weak.

Unfortunately, just as with their previous pursuit operations, the authorities had made no progress. Four days had passed, and they still had not found even a trace of the condemned prisoner.

Though her smile was chillingly frightening, Song Qian nevertheless let out a long breath of relief and hurriedly expressed her gratitude.

At Meijiao’s reply, Luo Cheng’s expression shifted. He felt inexplicably disappointed, though even he could not understand where the feeling had come from.

In the eyes of the monsters, Char and his companions were like a roast chicken wrapped in flames—delicious-looking, but if anyone actually reached out to take one, no “normal person” would do such a thing.

How was I supposed to know what “being discreet” meant? So, on a moonless and windy night, I quietly slipped into Bai Jinghong’s room in Dongxin Lake, crept to the edge of his ice couch, and sniffed at his mouth. Seeing that he showed no reaction, I simply pulled his lips apart and found a row of neat, pearly white teeth. I leaned closer and sniffed again.

The director instructed Orderly Hu to arrange their future work and daily affairs, then returned to the administration building.

“This isn’t play. It’s serious training.” Chang Yi cut in, then turned and apologized to the guests, asking them to leave first. Only after that did he close the door and pour Madam Kong a cup of tea.

Han Jinyu had no choice but to imitate Qi Ruize and prepare a serving of milk and a bowl of rice gruel.

Zhan Qing also took out a whip. Apart from guns, he and Zhao Qiangwei were both skilled with whips.

“Does Madam Liu know how Magistrate Wen returned to the residence? Was he accompanied by any servants?” Zhen Bei asked.

Given Lin Chen’s age, no one believed he was capable of handling such a major matter.

Only after asking around did he learn that Wang Lai and the others were holding a meeting in the central command tent. Tang Ye could therefore only return to the army first and look for his soldiers.

The video from this morning had been uploaded to the post. At every crucial point, commentary paused the footage and used red circles to mark and explain the details.