Volume 1, Chapter 62: When One Man Achieves the Dao, Even His Chickens and Dogs Ascend to Heaven

"Your Majesty, I wonder how you plan to implement the restructuring?"

Ultimately, Zhan Hui still voiced the thoughts lingering in his mind.

Although he had already expected to be marginalized, having held such a lofty position for so many years, how could he easily let go of his obsession with power?

"Do you still remember how you first came to this place?" Jiang Yi, entirely focused on his questioning, failed to notice the subtle emotional shift in Yu Wei.

Upon hearing these words, the expression on the golden rat's face grew complicated, and at that very moment, the green light surrounding it gradually faded away.

Besides, she only knew that someone named Nanny Liu had taken her away. Having seen her just once the other day, now that she thought about it, she had no idea whether it was true or false.

Early the next morning, Guan Xing was once again ordered to invite Zhao Shu to his residence to discuss strategies for defeating the enemy. How could Zhao Shu not wish to defeat the enemy? Both Jingzhou and Nanjun had been lost, leaving Xiangyang as a mere speck of a place. If provisions and grain were abundant, holding out might still be possible, but attempting to counterattack Jingzhou—how easily said was that?

Wang Hong could no longer restrain himself inside. Having made a tidy sum from rummaging through coffins on several occasions, the sight of a coffin always made him want to touch it to see if there were any treasures inside.

Mo Wuxi gave a faint smile, drew his sleeve from her grasp, laid her flat on the bed, and tucked the quilt in securely.

"Xuan'er, Huo'er, get your asses out here!" At the same instant, an exasperated and furious roar echoed out, belonging none other than Lu Yu.

Yu Ping simply told him to go give a lecture and fell silent. He said that once you earn your first pot of gold, you understand how money in this world is simply made like that. Afterward, it accumulates in a calculus-like progression; that rolling torrent of wealth feels like a solar core erupting in an instant, leaving you with no time to even pay attention to the stacks of cash piling up before your eyes.

At the same moment, red crystals rose abruptly from the ground, materializing out of thin air and erupting straight up from beneath the earth.

Eunuch Qin lowered his head, the two gray tassels on his court cap swaying, and said respectfully, "Please, Your Ladyship, accompany this slave to the back garden." With that, he flicked his whisk and turned to walk toward the side hall.

Chen Canglang muttered something under his breath, a trace of cold sweat beading on his forehead, yet he clenched his teeth tightly, his gaze fixed unblinkingly on the black panther.

Her current goal was to find a powerful backing in the Emperor; only then would no one be able to obstruct her marriage into Prince Yi's Mansion.

"True Monarch Qin is transcendent and refined with a gentle disposition, yet who could have imagined that your methods would be so ruthless and decisive, and your swordsmanship renowned across all realms?" Lin Yan remarked with a sigh.

On one side was the person he loved, and on the other was the vow he wished to protect. These two indeed constituted an extremely difficult multiple-choice question.

Just that day when he had attempted to assassinate Kangxi at Qingliang Temple, his actions had been swift and composed; yet at this moment, his voice unexpectedly betrayed extreme anxiety.

He burst into loud laughter, his body shaking along with it. Bending his right knee, his right hand grasped the hilt of the dagger, drawing it extremely, extremely slowly from the scabbard without making the slightest sound. Even if there were the faintest noise, it would be entirely masked by the laughter.

"Can you recite the Book of Rites? Can you recite the Book of Music? Are you proficient in the zither, lute, xiao, flute, drum, and sheng? Do you understand the slender-gold calligraphy style? Have you ever copied the calligraphy scrolls left by Emperor Huizong of Western Shu from back in the day?" Lü Tu fired off a rapid series of rhetorical questions.

Those foreign snake-man experts all looked nervously toward that patch of dark clouds at this moment, as if a bolt of lightning would strike down from the clouds at any second.

Whenever a problem could be solved by direct action, he simply did it, as he never cared for troublesome matters; investigating such things was basically always delegated to his subordinates.

Sabimaru lay quietly in the newly unlocked weapon inventory, and the Shinobi Prosthetic, previously stored in the item inventory, had also appeared alongside it.

The fetal position was correct, and logically speaking, dystocia should not occur, but Tang Ziyue had exhausted all her strength at this moment. Even with a piece of ginseng held in her mouth, she was gradually growing weaker and weaker.

His hair was slightly disheveled by the wind, yet, as if lost in some deep train of thought, he made no move to tidy it.