Chapter Eighty-Five: The Fox Clan Wager

Hu Sanqi was a man of principle; otherwise the Hu family would never have let him serve as master of the Hall of Enforcement.

If the Hu family had agreed to Chu Han’s request, there had to be a reason—and one Hu Sanqi could not refuse.

If the law were to be enforced by Hu Sanqi’s descendants, would there not be only me left?

Did Hu Sanqi bring me here to settle that old case from years ago?

How would Old Guo know any of this?

As the ancients said, prejudice in the human heart is like a mountain: no matter how hard you try, you can never climb over it or move it.

This almost made Chu Chen leap to his feet, but he still held back in order to verify whether this so-called wireless artillery device was genuine.

Fuxi’s Longevity Needle was an arcane and unfathomable acupuncture art, created by the Great Emperor Fuxi in accordance with the cycle of heaven. It could raise the dead, restore flesh to bone, prolong life, ward off a hundred ailments, and save the dying and heal the wounded.

No matter whether the look in Huangfu Ye’s eyes meant he was setting a trap for her, she was willing to accept it.

He was nothing but a trap. It was laughable that Wang Si had put all his thoughts into that “spatial wooden fish,” when how could he possibly notice the strange, suppressed smile in Huo’er’s eyes?

“Follow me?” Xuan Yuanjing’s voice turned icy, and Xuan Yuan Ao could not help shivering.

Fani’s eyelashes suddenly quivered, and her ears lifted slightly. She actually showed a hint of nervousness.

The army’s darkness was swept away in an instant, and Huan Yi immediately announced that the General-in-Chief had granted amnesty; all punishment would no longer be pursued.

He had seemed so influential, the sort of person people would follow even without money. Yet when he had kindly tried to win Chu Cheng over with such a warm tone, Chu Chen had actually refused.

Xia Er remained silent for a long time, and Linar massaged him for just as long, showing not the slightest sign of impatience.

Although Zice’s attitude toward her was poor at the moment, Xie Yuhua felt no resentment at all. After all, they, like her, were only thinking of Pang Yueban’s good.

That sudden ache in her chest was probably because of this. She snorted inwardly a couple of times, and without even looking at what was in her hand, she snatched it up and hurled it at the opposite wall.

Zhong Yanqing gave a soft smile. He was already handsome to begin with, and that smile made his face all the more bewitching.

After Qi Fan left, Jian Ju went back over the vouchers he had marked. This way of leaving a sign with sticky notes had been something she had come up with when JH came to check the draft, back when Team Leader Gui had deliberately made things difficult for her.

“Mr. Ji, we found it. That medicine is chlorpheniramine maleate tablets, a common anti-allergy drug,” Wei Yan reported.

As long as Gu Qianqian stayed on this path in the entertainment world and tied herself to Han Jiaxuan, her rise to fame would be much smoother.

He Xuan used to be a child who would never grow up, but now he seemed to have matured overnight. He Zhan felt gratified, but what he felt even more was heartache.

“Boss, when did you get so close to the class beauty? Why didn’t you tell us?” His roommate gave a strange cry and winked at Ding Chen.

But seeing Er Ya so heartbroken over a mere maid only made Li Long feel even more strongly that she was a kind girl.

From the video, Mu Xue left the lounge and headed toward the stairs, stepping out of the camera’s range. Not long after, she came back from that direction, walked to the lounge door, and said something. Then Xin Yue rushed out of the lounge. Mu Xue, standing at the door, calmly walked out of the camera’s range again.

“Your servant obeys!” Nanny Yang left with a look of delight. The emperor had finally changed; that was wonderful. She had been worried before, but now she no longer was at all. This Consort Ru really did have some skill—just a single game of chess, and she could make the emperor this happy.

“Yield, I yield. I yield.” Yan Wudao now understood perfectly well that if he kept fighting head-on, the one who would suffer would definitely be himself. He knew very clearly that this A San was terrifying and that he was no match for him at all. If he kept stubbornly at it to the bitter end, he would already have been tormented beyond recognition.