Chapter 107: Whatever You Wish

“Just make sure not to drink too much next time; I’m never short of wine here,” Ye Cheng said with a smile.
“Understood,” Zhao Hu replied.
Ye Cheng was about to return to the palace to consult Lin Yaoxue about a certain matter.
Just as he was about to leave, unexpectedly, Chen Yu from the Ministry of Revenue showed up.
This Chen Yu was a clerk from the Ministry...
With Xun Yu’s status and position, if he could become an ally, he would be an invaluable asset.
Ye Zixuan waved her hand, signaling them to leave. Shortly after they departed, the forest behind Ye Zixuan suddenly seemed to be shredded as if caught in a shredder, becoming fragmented.
If the Xiancha people understood the situation, and could not grasp the profound secret inscribed on the stele, Pei Xihe would take out one or two items from the Shadow Hall as compensation, a form of exchange.
A scarlet line suddenly trickled from the corner of his mouth, pain furrowing his sword-like brows, yet those hollow eyes gradually welled with an unyielding determination and resoluteness.
Although Baichuan had only met him once or twice during court sessions, his impression of him in history was deeply vivid.

Shen Nanxing had no idea what her mother had said, as everything was extracted by her aunt. She and Uncle Cheng had gone early to the infirmary, and Lin Feilian had also gone there.
Upon hearing this, Fu Ci’s heart skipped a beat; he seemed to understand something and looked at Gu Jin with sudden anxiety.
Velian’s powerful punch slammed directly onto the face of “Rat” Moss, sending the not particularly sturdy Moss flying like a ragged sack, crashing onto the ground.
This is a relatively straightforward explanation; the correct one should be that nitrate can be repeatedly obtained through two crystallization methods: evaporation and cooling.
After speaking, Wu Yan personally poured a cup of tea for Xiao Bohan, presenting it before him with slender, elegant fingers.
“No way, are they really that skilled? Could they really stir-fry such a dish on their first try?” Li Xiang looked at Su Yuhan with some doubt.
Yao Jingsong turned around carrying her and saw a boy with delicate features; though he wore glasses, his gaze through the lenses made Yao Jingsong feel unwelcome.
Nan Huaike didn’t care but gazed blankly at Nan Huaixiu across the waterfront at the Thousand Birds Pavilion—Nan Huaixiu was acting very strangely today.
Nan Huaike’s resolute attitude piqued Bao Rubai’s curiosity, who kept pressing to know which famous actor it was.
“I didn’t do it; she seduced me,” Tian Chengshan would never give in so easily—if he went to prison, his bright future would be ruined.

If Liu Juan dared not curry favor with him, he would have Gu Haojun divorce her and find someone obedient and gentle afterward.
“I am not Princess Mianzhu!” Yan Miaoqin was backed into a corner and risked everything to say this.
Zhu Pingjin personally initiated the reform of the Left Guard, then rushed back to the Prince of Shu’s mansion and approved the list of forty-five candidates for the third Shu examination submitted by Master Shu.
This startled Li Xiang greatly. Was that size 41? But as the foot moved, the reddish-purple color under the toenails became visible; then the big foot retracted, and a charming face with exotic features appeared beside the screen.
The Hidden Mist Village was originally a settlement established by the Water Kingdom’s mercenaries, but the village’s dominance always lay in others’ hands, naturally arousing suspicion and concern among the daimyo.
The speaker was none other than Zhuge Fangyuan, head of the prestigious Zhuge family from the Southern Continent. The Zhuge family had long maintained close ties with the Western Continent, engaging in substantial trade.
“Take this. Organize men immediately to start producing the ancient warship,” Zhao Sen handed the ancient warship’s design blueprint to the man tearing his shorts.
Everyone came from different places; how could they truly unite wholeheartedly? Haotian understood this more than anyone.