Volume 1, Chapter 49: This Palace Has No Need for Your Repayment

What a massive change over the span of a decade!
Clearly, osmanthus cake had always been her absolute favorite; sometimes, when she could not sleep at night, she would persistently badger Yinxin to make some for her.
Yet now, she had actually grown to dislike osmanthus cake?
Li Xian consequently decided to bestow upon Li Chongjun the title of a two-character prince, the Prince of Daqin, ordering him to lead fifty thousand elite troops to establish a state in Daqin, making him the first vassal state since the founding of the Tang Dynasty.
"Humph!" Li Yue'e still let out a huff, her cheeks puffed out with anger, while the other sisters hurried forward to console the eldest and second sisters, who were always prone to petty squabbles.
A voice suddenly popped out of nowhere, and with no one sensing its approach, this caused even the Immortal Venerable Huntian to be on high alert as if facing a formidable enemy.
The wine was of the finest grade, specifically the renowned Golden Wave from the pot-and-goblet maker Gong. Amidst idle chatting, a jar of fine wine, and wide-ranging conversations, by the time Li Luo returned to the Dragon-Guiding Hall, the sky had already grown dark.
The Emperor personally roasted a "delicacy" for the Empress in the Taiji Palace and sent the Noble Consort to deliver it to her. Unexpectedly, the Empress immediately became very open-minded.
A golden flash swept past, and more than ten dark figures collapsed with a crash, unable even to let out a single scream.
According to her past style, a dance sequence like this would normally suffice with thirty or forty extras in total, perhaps ten high-priced dancing extras just to fill the background on camera—where was the need for such wastefulness?
"Please take it! Next!" Cheng Weiliang lowered his head, signed his name with rapid, sweeping strokes, and then looked up with a smile as he handed it over.
The curved moon shines over the Nine Provinces; some households are joyful while others grieve. Over at ATV, they were cheering and celebrating their victory, whereas Television Broadcasts Limited felt a cloud of gloom hanging over them.
After listening to all this, the two demon venerables of the Sparrow Feather Manor finally understood. Zhuofeng immediately led the demon troops and Wuma Yuehui back to Yanling City, while Huang Yuchang and Ao Liang stayed behind to keep watch on the surroundings, preventing any living entities from coming to investigate the methods set up by Duanmu Xiaotian.
Xiao Chenfeng and Si Lan exchanged glances and, as if moving on cue, simultaneously took two large steps backward.
Dongfang Qiang was, after all, one of the two major favored subordinates under Pan Dao, and the brothers by his side actually carried handguns. Seeing the sudden turn of events, they drew their pistols and began exchanging gunfire with the brothers of Dixiong.
Zheng Lun knew that He Zhen's previous action was intentional, meant to drive a wedge between him and Feng Junyang. Seeing that Feng Junyang still trusted him implicitly, a deep sense of gratitude stirred within his heart. He respectfully acknowledged the order, turned, and strode out.
Yet the only thing that brought Ling Dongwu a sense of comfort was that the weather in the northern desert was finally beginning to warm up. Under the blazing sun, a heavy snowfall melted away completely.
As she busied herself tidying her belongings and ignoring him, a sour ache gripped her heart, and she could not help recalling things from long ago.
A child of five or six might be frightened and fail to remember the events of those years, but Ximen Wuji certainly remembered. It was not that he was devoid of greed for wealth and status, but rather that his ambitions reached much higher.
God-Feeder spoke casually, seemingly reluctant to dwell on his own name, as his profound gaze lingered on Luo Xuan's face for a moment.
He had loved her for so many years. He had yearned for her for so many years. Yet, she had always remained completely indifferent to him.
After drawing his dagger, Chu Zhan did not pause his movements; a palm shot out from beneath his sleeve and struck heavily against Lingwu's chest, forcing her back.
Before Liu Xiaoyu could even ask, Yao Jun had already poured out the details of his battle with the giant bighead carp like beans spilling from a broken bamboo tube.
"Zhiyan, you certainly have a keen eye. This child's singing performance on the second try is twenty points higher than the first." Cai Jinyong nodded and wrote down the score.
Shortly after, a soft *poof* was heard, and the soul of a twenty-something-year-old was thus effortlessly snuffed out.
In the end, having no other options left, Sun Weicai sought out Section Chief Hu to pull some strings and invited Liu Xiaoyu to meet and discuss matters at a teahouse, which led to the earlier scene.