Chapter 50: Getting the Marriage Certificate

The butler put the agreement back into the manila envelope and said, “It’s late tonight, Miss Ruan. Please rest here.” He pointed to one of the rooms and continued, “That’s the guest room. Don’t worry, no one will disturb you. Tomorrow, I’ll take you to meet the young master.” With that, the butler left, carrying the file folder with him.

For now, Ruan Mianmian had nowhere else to go. Since she had already signed the agreement, she had no choice but to stay. When she returned to the guest room, she found it already prepared.

Yet, without the necessary ability, even if the path ahead was filled with opportunities, all one could do was watch helplessly; sometimes, one might even lose their life. Not only that, after eating a few skewers of grilled meat, he poured himself another cup and downed it in one gulp.

“Get out of the way.” Whether it was Feng Xi or Huang Ji, both simply rolled their eyes at him and ignored him, heading straight for their own seats.

Aiqi cast the Voice-Sealing Spell on Klaus, rendering him mute, and continued studying the bodies of the ancestors.

Jiang Pan suddenly recalled Li Bai’s words. Li Bai knew the dean of the White Emperor Mansion Academy as well as the magistrate. It was easy to imagine that Li Bai must have some influence in White Emperor Mansion.

Sheng Shiqin’s eyes widened at these words, but she quickly regained her composure. Her pupils contracted slightly before she offered a gentle smile. “It doesn’t matter. When there’s a chance, let’s have dinner with your mother next Sunday, shall we? After all, the old lady hasn’t seen you in such a long time.”

“Don’t worry. If I’m not mistaken, this aura should belong to a monk—it’s not directed at me,” Feng Xi said.

However, this was merely Tong Zhenzhen’s prelude. No matter how Mu Tianxiang replied, she would have found a way to say what she wanted.

Even gravely wounded, the Earth Dragon King’s camouflage and defenses outside the dimensional space could not have collapsed so quickly under a fifth-tier assault, allowing Pure Yang to so easily discover the existence of the dimensional space.

Even if her friend reluctantly brought these two focal points to everyone’s attention, the crowd couldn’t help but stare wide-eyed. Where was this three-hundred-pound behemoth she spoke of?

Standing among the contestants, Yang Guoguo gritted her teeth. She had thought that, after so long, she no longer cared. Yet seeing Song You again, she couldn’t help but want to hurl her Golden Moon Wheel at him.

He was beginning to regret agreeing to Zhou Zong’s request. Since ancient times, those who won the hearts of the people won the world; capricious emperors seldom ended well. King You of Zhou and his signal fires were a prime example.

For four years, he had shouldered immense pressure! It was he who had brought Chuangtian Technology to where it was today! If it had relied solely on Wu Leming and Yan Kai, it might not even be half as valuable as it is now.

The president of the largest conglomerate in South China, who had dominated the world of power and prestige for years, always crushing opponents and admirers alike beneath her heels, had tonight fallen to such a wretched, humiliating state.

The Lord of Violet Moon slowly turned her head, her face streaked with tears yet stubborn, beads of water clinging to her long lashes.

The assets of Ximen Qing, Master Lin, Doctor Xu, and the others could easily be liquidated for several thousand taels of silver—enough for the refugees to survive for more than a month.

But, are there really peak second-tier beings in this world? Perhaps, like the incarnations of the Supreme Ancestor’s soul. Yet such entities are not ones you can simply encounter by chance.

“That old woman—is she the buyer? She’s just a vegetable seller. How could she possibly have that much money?” Kindaichi asked, puzzled.

From the fourth to sixth heavens, mana condenses and flows throughout the body. From the seventh to ninth, mana is abundant, the spirit and energy complete.

Great Adams, terrified, hid behind the group of five. What he saw was a talking skeleton holding a white lantern and a white oil-paper umbrella.

No matter what, Li Fan was an official in the Ministry of Revenue. When the Ministry of Rites officials attacked Li Fan, how could Xiao Ting’an, a vice minister of the Ministry of Revenue, not defend his own and instead join the Ministry of Rites in meddling?