Chapter 50: It Must Be Finalized As Soon As Possible

What Xu Mu said made complete sense. Even if he hailed from the Xu clan, he was at most a concubine-born son. A concubine-born son could never compare to the heir of the Prince of Liang's estate.

"Young Master Zhao, won't you please show some consideration for my situation?" Xu Mu pleaded.

"Thirty-six thousand five hundred taels!" Zhao Zhipeng was well aware of Liu Ji's temperament; if he were to pressure Xu Mu any further...

Yet, there was still a trace of regret. Although my level was displayed as level 25, I did not receive the corresponding level compensation—the so-called attribute points. Two levels should have granted me 12 freely distributable points.

Holding her cup without drinking, Zhang Xiaoyun stared blankly at Wang Xudong. He still wore his usual cheeky grin, but somehow she felt that behind that carefree facade, he wasn't nearly as untroubled as he made himself appear.

Bao Xin felt she had asked a foolish question. What did a name matter anyway? As long as it suited and brought joy, that was enough.

After a cultivator advanced to the Nether Spirit realm, their lifespan could reach up to five hundred years, and their soul would not scatter upon death. They could even seize another's body without the protection of secret treasures or esoteric techniques.

Because of her deep resentment toward the Grand Emperor, she had also grown to hate Qin Ke and Bao Xin. She ignored Bao Xin completely and didn't even care to look at her great-grandson.

At the mention of her mother, Bao Xin drooped with listlessness once more. To be doubted by one's own mother—what a bittersweet feeling that was.

Madame Chu waved her hand to dismiss them, then closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair. The others quietly withdrew.

She had never witnessed Xu Jiao display such a side of herself, for Xu Jiao always presented a gentle and vulnerable front; when had she ever flushed with anger against anyone?

Sure enough, by the time they arrived at the Zhaoyang Palace while chatting along the way, everyone had already gathered. Unexpectedly, Jin Xin, Qin Yancong, Qin Yanheng, and Xiyun were all there.

Nuerda said happily, knowing that once Tang Qi made his move, Long Fei was very likely to fall defeated into Tang Qi's hands.

The taxi drove on for a long time. Duan Ruihua gazed at the surrounding scenery—further up ahead was the affluent district. He also owned a villa in this wealthy neighborhood, but it was too far from downtown, so he usually stayed at his city-center apartment for convenience.

The twin ghosts also wore complicated expressions, seemingly finding it hard to accept that the vicious ghosts Lu Chu spoke of referred to them.

Li Danian took the remaining rabbit meat from Tian Taohua's hands, tore off a small piece, and popped it into his mouth. As he chewed and watched, he noticed something seemed missing from Tian Taohua's offering table. Just as Tian Taohua was about to light the four incense sticks, Li Danian suddenly realized what it was and hurriedly stepped forward to snatch the incense from her hands.

It was just that his true identity could not be easily exposed, leaving him no choice but to resort to this desperate measure—to startle the snake by beating the grass. After this incident, this so-called "Young Master Wang" would probably live in constant terror, wouldn't he?

Actually, these two men were not executing their mission with much seriousness; they were merely going through the motions to cope with the task.

Besides, who would know whether they actually cast a vote or not? His hands were attached to his own body; could the man possibly investigate every single person?

You have painful memories, but you simply cannot wake up. You remain unaware of who is by your side; you can only writhe in agony, twist your body in pain, engage in self-harm, and in that self-inflicted torment, hurt the people around you.

Lin Yao was the first to step through the gates. The moment she caught sight of Shui Xiaoxing sitting on the bed, she lunged forward directly and cried out, "Brother Xiaoxing, are you alright?" Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes and began to stream down, for Lin Yao was utterly terrified for Shui Xiaoxing's safety.

Shui Xiaoxing dared not mention the matter of altering the family rules just yet; he only hinted that some changes would occur, perhaps adding a few provisions to the Wu family's rules so that they wouldn't betray the foundational system established by their ancestors.

It turned out that Lin Yao's train of thought was completely out of sync with Shui Xiaoxing's. Shui Xiaoxing was momentarily stunned before he figured out the reason—little sister Lin was angry with him, not grieving excessively over her master. It seemed he would have to take the time to explain things properly to her.