Chapter 148: The Ungrateful Whelp Who Can Never Be Tamed

Ruan Mianmian watched the drama unfold with great interest, occasionally sneaking a glance at the old master. Though his expression looked somewhat grim, he remained composed—clearly, he had steeled himself for what was to come.

Qi Yan sneered, “Hmph! Even when death is at your doorstep, you refuse to admit it. This is an appraisal conducted by the most authoritative institution, and they support verifying its authenticity. Perhaps once at the police station, your stubbornness won’t hold.”

Upon hearing that she was to be taken to the police station, Shen Wanru was frightened. Clinging to Qi Shurong’s arm, she trembled.

By now, Liu Yanshou naturally understood, and Liu Bing was certainly aware of his own plans. He had still hoped that once Liu Xu grasped his intentions, he would raise troops to enter Chang’an as desired and rescue him.

“You’re still bitter that the general didn’t choose you but him...” Aliev teased.

Yet, the man before the flashing blades didn’t even blink—his temper unruffled, his face expressionless.

Tian Qingqing said to Wang Yuchao, “Who else would I turn to if your two masters hadn’t let me out? Besides, if I’m free, then we can defeat Hou Tianlai. If not you, then who?”

“From now on, you’re never allowed to leave me behind again...” Tang Zixi choked back sobs, holding Yun He tightly.

Gongxi Wanwan stared intently at Lin Yin, her face unreadable. Although Lin Yin didn’t know what kind of temper Gongxi Wanwan had, she felt much relieved seeing her unharmed. Just as she smiled, guessing what Wanwan might say, she suddenly noticed her eyes redden and tears welling up.

After the time it takes for a stick of incense to burn, Han Shizhong emerged, his beard unkempt and his face blackened from smoke.

Shouldn’t my destiny be one of glory and success? That was the last thought the great general had before his mind faded.

The shopkeeper stopped at the door, lowering his head slowly. He looked at the half-exposed bloodstained rustic blade, horror washing over his face as he slowly collapsed to the ground.

Twenty lashes were meant as a lesson for them—not to kill, but enough to inflict pain. It was normal to be bedridden for ten days or so. Having spent time in prison and mingled among the common folk, Liu Bing was well aware of the severity of such punishments.

Qin Mu and Helian Hao worried whether Qin Mu and Helian Hao might be seen as neglecting Qin Mingzhu’s health. They were anxious because both knew Wang Huanyu might someday remain in Rong City. They truly couldn’t afford to offend him.

Zhang Lan’s face darkened further. The Shangxiong Mansion was built on a street not far from the Inspector’s Office! Xiao Fei shot a fierce glare at Qing Fei.

Tsuchibe didn’t dislike such confident people; after all, he himself had upended the entire tennis tradition at Ice Emperor in his first year.

The Golden-Winged Roc saw Zhang Tian retreat to a safe distance and began breathing in a measured rhythm, adjusting his state to its peak, prepared for the brutal ordeal ahead—both a mental and physical torment.

Although she was a celestial being, her wholehearted concern for Jing Hao deeply moved him.

The leader’s eyes glinted with sarcasm before shooting a displeased glare at those speaking.

This banquet would have to be postponed. Poor Han Lianhua’s reckless fate would depend on whether the author remembered her.

However, Class Two, unwilling to spoil the mood, chose to send a representative, though clearly, this couldn’t prevent unforeseen incidents.

Zhang Heng handed Qin Xing the updated list. The Black Eagle and Iron Eagle had also returned to the sidelines.

Back at the dyeing and painting studio, Qingyi was already leaning against the doorframe with a mischievous grin, arms crossed, exuding an unmistakable slyness. Dyeing and Painting twitched her lips, thinking, “Since when has this guy become such a rogue?” She now seriously wondered if she herself was the one who had traveled through time.

Ye Luo walked to the window and opened it. Since the Bright Moon Pavilion often hosted events selling first nights or performances, the window faced the main hall, allowing those upstairs to watch.