Chapter Forty: Stealing the Spotlight

Shu Yiming and Ouyang Zhuo chatted and laughed all the way to the hotel where the banquet was being held.

This hotel, incidentally, belonged to Tiansheng Group. It was called the Dynasty Hotel, renowned for its top-tier products and services.

In his previous life, Shu Yiming had frequented this place, but it was always for fun and games, never to discuss business at a banquet. It was only in this life that Shu Yiming finally understood that the lessons his uncle had taught him were nothing but nonsense.

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The owner of the advertising company had a good relationship with the boss of an internet company specializing in pig farming, and they also had some business overlaps. So, in addition to donating certain hardware facilities, the internet company would provide some of their products to supplement the police dogs' nutrition.

“Chicken leg? You still want chicken leg?” Song Guyan waved the lunchbox in front of Zhou You.

His good brother Xu Hao patted Bian Yuanhang on the shoulder, urging him to stop staring so foolishly at Li Xingzi and drooling.

Brad greeted everyone politely, but Fan Yanyan didn’t hear a word. He stared intently at Mei Feixue, wanting to ask something, but his mind was in chaos and he didn’t even know where to begin.

Clearly, they've spoiled Dou Naifen for too long! This time Song Guyan was determined to give Dou Naifen a good lesson about proper behavior.

Chu Xi’s face was truly pale, but he said nothing, pulling her directly upstairs.

I glanced back at Beiskadi, said nothing, but took a one-yuan coin from my pocket and tossed it to Beiskadi before turning away.

The three of them ventured deeper into the forest, encountering more than a dozen peak fourth-rank magical beasts. This time, Yin Changfeng no longer just stood there dumbly; instead, he joined the fight.

“You look wonderful—how could you not? Whatever you wear, you look amazing. But if you weren’t wearing anything at all, you’d look even better.” I said with a grin, and dashed away the moment the words left my mouth.

Zhang San grumbled under his breath, “I’ve been standing here so long my legs are numb, and you couldn’t even get me a stool. You claim to know all the affairs of the people, but you, an emperor of brothels, how often do you really leave the palace? Or do you only sneak out to visit the brothels?”

The window was blown open by the wind, and the cold air roused Duo, who woke up feeling uneasy. A shadow flitted past the window. She could hardly believe her eyes. Just as she tried to close them and fall asleep again, the shadow flickered past the window once more.

So, with a smile on his face, he endured inhuman agony and took another step forward. A tearing sensation spread from his skin to his flesh, and then even his bones felt like they were being shattered.

Though he had inherited this body’s extraordinary talent for gu arts, he was also keenly aware of their dangers.

Xinu was furious but helpless. Clinging to a sliver of hope, she wished that Duo would just drink the talisman water and all would be well.

Helan Xun reached out and took the silver mask beside Helan Jin. It seemed Jin’er had been saved by that person. He had never removed this mask before—if he had left it behind, perhaps he had already left the Thorn Mountains.

This truly put Yu Xue in a difficult position. Placing members of the Lan clan in the palace was already beyond her abilities; if she kept going to the palace because of these matters, the emperor—so possessive—would surely not allow it. There was nothing for it but to reconsider and plan carefully.

At dawn the next day, everyone in the various courtyards had heard that although the prince went to Ruolan Court last night, he left in less than a quarter of an hour. Most felt relieved. But as Xinu had predicted, gossip soon began to spread.

“You carry the auras of Azure Dragon and Black Tortoise. Are you the destined one?” The White Tiger seemed to have lost patience to continue explaining.

She recalled how long they had spent eating just now, and the whole morning before that. Had he been enduring pain all this time?

I didn’t mind, and simply instructed Lan Qi to remind the imperial kitchen to prepare two of Fourth Lord’s favorite dishes.