Chapter 151: I Will Not Divorce!

After finishing speaking, Qi Yan pulled several photographs out of the folder and tossed them in front of Lin Yuzhi.

There were numerous photos, capturing Lin Yuzhi both in her youth and in her later years, but it was not difficult to see that the man in every single photo was the same person.

Moreover, the two of them were behaving intimately, with some pictures even taken in bed.

With trembling hands, Qi Ze picked up the photographs. He could not believe his eyes, and even less could he believe that his mother would do such a thing.

Although Sanbai was injured, he was in no serious danger. After all, his own sealing arts had neutralized more than half of the force. If Li Tiantong had cast it in person, Sanbai would have died instantly. Unfortunately, this seal was not only cast by a Foundation Establishment cultivator, but it was also not the strongest sealing art, having evidently been compressed.

Upon seeing that it was Imperial Commissioner Bao Qibao, Bao Chao dared not violate military regulations. He hurriedly dismounted, ran forward, and bowed to pay his respects.

The Grievous Ten-Thousand-Man Tobacco Pouch continued to wail mournfully. Under the confrontation between the Nine-Layered Dim Light and the Black Gourd, it seemed to be having a rather hard time, pushed to a state where it wanted to flee but could not. Du Meng was struggling to prop it up alone, kicking Li Xiangyang beside her several times while continuously forcing her remaining primordial qi into his body.

Once refined, the blood pool could help martial cultivators temper their bodies, and they could even absorb the vital blood within the blood pool through demonic arts for their own use, thereby achieving the goal of breaking through bottlenecks.

As for Su Jie, Su Yi himself had no certainty in his heart, leaving only Su Sheng as the target.

When Wang Xin learned that Zeng Guofan still only permitted him to command a single battalion, he did not utter a single word of complaint and left Hengzhou that very day. However, Wang Xin did not return to the Chenzhou camp, but headed straight to Changsha to see Luo Bingzhang.

The next day, Zeng Guofan and Liu Changyou were accompanying Zuo Zongtang for breakfast when a personal guard, leading a servant-like figure, burst eagerly into the dining hall.

Niming had never told anyone about the origin of the Noah Project; it was his eternal secret. Although he himself still did not know what kind of connection existed between his father, L, and this epoch-making energy project, Niming believed that one day, he would know the whole truth.

Moxi lay across the table in boredom, watching Leng Sixue and Blood Rose vigorously promote their respective organizations, hoping that Shen Hanluo would join them. Regardless of whose recommendation it was, Shen Hanluo merely smiled and nodded, looking quite satisfied with both.

Being watched like that by a lion—even though it was not looking at him specifically—Su Yi still felt a trace of unease and restlessness.

Ache did not buy it at all. His starry eyes remained unmoved, his footsteps did not halt, and without even a word, he walked straight outside and buried himself in his work.

Looking at his elder sister's serene demeanor, he felt an immense sense of admiration. His sister was simply amazing; she could support the family, gather medicinal herbs, and understand so many things. If not for his sister, he might have ended up on the streets begging for a living. When he grew up, he must take good care of his sister.

She paused about a dozen or so times on the red carpet for the media to take photos, taking roughly five or six minutes in total. If it were any other artist, the host probably would have urged her toward the signature backdrop wall long ago.

"Ha, don't randomly assign a father to the child. He won't be happy if he learns the truth," Pei Shiyu said faintly.

It was that classmate Zhang whose words were too harsh, which had provoked him into a fit of rage and made it impossible for him to resist striking out.

Fu Hongmei kept staring at her receding figure until it gradually became indistinct, then picked a tomato from her private plot and walked home while eating it.

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Yao went to class. She was broad-minded; since she could not afford to buy President Qin's shares, she simply stopped thinking about it. During her free time between classes, she chatted with Wen Xuehui about going out for the weekend.

Yet where had he gone if he was not here? She had been awake for so long; if Feng Qingcang were around, he surely would have come in long ago asking this and that. Could he have gone to work?

Over here, Shen Shaobai was about to take Weiyai to the police station. The development of events left people bewildered and unclear... Weiyai listened, casting a deeply meaningful glance at Bai Feng.