Volume 1, Chapter 38: Jiang Yutang Said She Was a Widow

Imperial Physician Shen, who was sitting alongside them, had his deception exposed on the spot and blushed so furiously he looked ready to smoke.
Overcome with a sense of shame, Imperial Physician Wang cast a sideways glance at Shen, then adopted a much more courteous demeanor toward Jiang Yutang, no longer joining the others in freezing her out.
"Medical Woman Jiang, if Lord Jiang has not returned by a short while from now, would you kindly take care of those patients whose injuries are not too severe?"
"Very well."
"What are you saying, Marina! Hijikata actually went behind my back to do such a thing; I never agreed to this!" Doctor Ogami was utterly shocked, looking not the least bit like he was faking it.
Turning his head to look, it was a boy sitting just across the aisle from him—wearing glasses, chubby, and somewhat short. Yet, this appearance actually carried a rather comical charm.
With that thought, Ye Xiangchen closed his eyes and took a deep breath, pressing down the apprehension in his heart. When he opened his eyes again, nothing remained within them save for absolute clarity and killing intent.
There was no need for Zheng Xiuzhu to send anyone to issue an invitation; Su Jinghui took the initiative to visit and offer condolences, seizing the opportunity to say her farewells.
"Are you certain? It is still not too late to turn back now," Mu Yun said, ignoring the gazes of those around him as he turned his head to peer in a certain direction, speaking with deep-seated meaning.
Over the past few days, Yanding had unmistakably become the new favorite within the estate. Ordinary servants aside, even Sodotu could not help but greet him with a smiling face whenever they met. Yet, as he was constantly by the head wife's side, receiving her earnest instructions and reprimands day in and day out, Yanding did not dare to grow arrogant. It was just that his duties were exceptionally numerous and tangled; clever though he was, he was kept so busy he was running off his feet.
It was such a long, long dream, akin to walking through a lifetime all over again. The dream was almost entirely filled with the figure of Brother Yu, even though he occupied merely a fifth of my twenty-plus years of youth.
Chen Fei held the Ring of Divine Might, turning it over and over in his hands for quite a while. Whether he had accidentally triggered some switch or the ring had simply gone haywire, after a flurry of wild guesses, he was still left with nothing to show for it.
Moreover, Shanghai was one of the most prosperous cities in all of China, Asia, and even the world; travelers and students from foreign lands could be seen everywhere upon the streets.
"Easy to talk to, easy to talk to," Xuanyuan Che replied with a grin, though his peripheral vision caught the familiar figure of someone walking past outside, pretending to be a stranger.
"Director Lin, is what you are saying true?" Tan Chengguo asked Lin Hongfei, his eyes reddened and his breath coming in hot, heavy pants.
Lu Nan felt an itch of helpless fury, yet he did not dare stiffen his back and declare that they were out of stock, so he could only wear a dark expression and nurse his stifled anger. Accustomed to his methods, Xiao Hongqing calmly looked at him with a smile, simply refusing to speak.
It was as if this heroic sword, resonating with a glorious name, was also mourning and weeping for the fate of the master it had waited a hundred or a thousand years for, tears brimming along the blade's edge.
Li Kuafu lay neglected and paralyzed in the cold alleyway. When the Jade Rabbit tattoo on the ring finger of his left hand flashed with a crystalline brilliance, gradually transforming back from a tattoo into that lifelike Jade Rabbit ring, he still did not react in the slightest, sprawled amidst a pool of blood like a dead dog.
Boatmen had their own circle, while the shipowners and merchants waiting for their cargo to be loaded could be considered yet another distinct circle.
The seven sharp horns and the carapace of the seven-horned beetle were also fine materials for weapon-crafting. Although they could not be counted among rare treasures, their advantage lay in their sheer mass, so Lin Feng still stored its carcass away into his Dharma realm, handing it over to the Vajra and the others to harvest the materials.
Just as he burst forth from the Beast Lair, a massive golden palace materialized before Li Kuafu's eyes. The golden gates of the palace stood right in front of him—this was precisely the very palace where the Di brothers were located.
The opponent's strength was hardly formidable; no matter how one looked at it, their previous match had resulted in a loss to the Cleveland Cavaliers by a staggering 18-point margin.
The two of them skated a few laps, their speed gradually picking up. As they crossed paths with Lu Dongsheng and Tu Fangjun, Lu Nan could see filthy sweat streaming down their excited faces.