Chapter 47: "Miss Xu Tanxi, you're fierce only within your own circle."

Xu Tanxi felt a slight flush of embarrassment inward, but her expression remained completely unperturbed.

As she looked at the man engrossed in reviewing documents at his executive desk, she debated whether she should first offer a greeting or simply head over to the sofa to avoid disturbing him.

Before she could reach a decision, Shang Hejing's voice broke the silence:

"Pardon me, were you struck by an immobilization spell?"

Xu Tanxi: "......"

Right, she was foolish to have ever considered his feelings.

She walked straight ahead—

Lin Baozhu of the Lin family, who had always been at odds with Gong Yu'er and had once openly mocked Wang Manyu, was now sitting with her eyes closed, basking in the sunlight beneath the lush green grape trellis.

Meng Yue had long since seen through his grandmother’s thoughts, so he had no fear that she would take Jiang’s side.

Jiang Yining, wonderful. Just as I was beginning to understand my own heart, you completely opened my eyes to all of this, making me realize just how laughable, ignorant, and foolish my love truly was.

The divine azure-wood bird radiated a brilliance capable of neutralizing his oppressive might. This was simply incredible! One must remember, he was now in the Saint Realm.

Lady Ba's face flushed with anger as she resentfully twisted the handkerchief in her hand, silently cursing Mingyue for her shamelessness.

His voice had barely faded when two loud bangs echoed, as if something had collided with the Holy Mountain once more. The white light between heaven and earth burst into dazzling red sparks, instantly dyeing half the sky crimson.

The sound of pounding hooves felt as though it were trampling right over the hearts of the Du family members. As the horses drew closer, expressions of ash-gray despair involuntarily surfaced on all their faces.

Yuan Yuan was the child he had always longed for. Aside from him, Jing Rong had probably never imagined having any other children, which was why he had displayed such a reaction today. We walked amidst the gazes of the crowd, yet our hands remained tightly intertwined, as if another invisible bond had woven itself between us.

They were all alike, never speaking of what they did for a living, nor prying into each other's pasts. They simply felt as though they were kindred spirits—equally stubborn, sharing equally tragic fates, and now, with the addition of having encountered equally shameless and devoid-of-virtue men.

When night fell and He Zhou returned, Mingyue had originally planned to arrange a family banquet, inviting Consort Hua and Mr. Lin to dine together. However, Consort Hua merely excused herself, claiming she felt unwell and refused to attend. Left with no choice, Mingyue had to urge He Zhou to take wine and food to the front courtyard to converse with Mr. Lin.

"Lin Xiaoxiao, I love you! This time I am serious, and I am not of a divided mind. I am not with An Hao; she has returned to Kunming, and I have cut off all contact with her."

Having been raised by his master like a son, Zhu Lei could easily tell that Jiang Zheng was already somewhat moved, yet hesitated to make a decision only because the matter felt too overwhelming.

Unless Wen Zhiqi's temperament underwent a dramatic change in the future, the glory of the Fengzhou Wei clan would undoubtedly eclipse that of the former Wei dynasty.

The two Foundation Establishment cultivators on the opposing side were clearly practitioners of a dual-cultivation path. Working in seamless coordination, they jointly attacked the opposing team's leader, who, despite having reached Foundation Establishment, possessed only mediocre strength among his peers. Under their combined onslaught, he gradually began to show signs of defeat.

Seated in the lofty position of authority, Qin Wuji gradually began to perceive that his subordinates cared not the least about the state of Shu's invasion of Korea.

By the time his wounds were tended to, it was already the dead of night. Zhou Shensi dared not return home in such a state; if the matriarch were to find out, she would undoubtedly turn the household upside down, a thought that gave him a headache just to ponder.

Wei Zichen hugged that cold, heavy ash urn, wandering like a solitary ghost along the pitch-black mountain path.

The hand resting upon her shoulder suddenly tightened its grip, and Shi Hua could not help feeling a surge of complacent triumph within.

Jin Qiyan had arranged for a psychological counselor for Xiao Moran, but Xiao Moran refused to cooperate in the slightest, her emotions violently agitated.

She knew he had tried his utmost, but so many things in this world were simply like that—no matter how hard you tried, it was all in vain.