Chapter 152: You Might as Well Put on a Coy Little Show and Call Him Big Brother

Both Brothers Betrayed Me? With the Beijing Prince Backing Me, I'm Unstoppable Cheng Jiusi 1239 words 2026-04-01 07:34:57

If anyone else had caused such a scandal, the Zhou family would never have tolerated it. Yet, Zhou Jingyi was not only spared from exile; his mother even tried to see things from his perspective. If this isn't favoritism, then Zhou Chengli truly doesn't know what favoritism means.

Across the star domain, two fleets immediately detected the dense swarm of damaged warships rushing toward them. Bai Huan felt a surge of satisfaction. Having spent the past few days in Tanglong Town, bearing the grand name of Yelü Yuanzuo but receiving no flattery, he had been stifled and frustrated. Rubbing his hands together repeatedly, he ordered his attendants to bring his horse.

"Senior Sister, you truly have a keen mind. Just call me 'Hui Xue' directly. Without that incident, I believe we could have become good sisters," Luo Huixue said sincerely, much to Canhong’s surprise.

Upon hearing Rong Zheng's voice, Xiuyun lifted her head, revealing tears streaming down her face. "Prince, forget it. Let’s not dwell on these matters any longer. Let’s just stay like this for now. When the time comes to face everything, we will find a way to resolve it," Feng Tian said with a faint smile.

Lu Xiaoxiao grasped the roots of her hair, pulling it back fiercely, then scolded those surrounding her with a stern expression.

This was the mobilization capacity of the imperial court. The Song Dynasty now had far greater mobilization power than it did a decade ago. Most importantly, it was wealthier. No matter how difficult the situation, as long as there were sufficient financial resources, matters became much easier to handle.

After piling up the distiller’s residue, the water in the pot boiled. Du Zhongxiao asked Han Lian to help place the steamer over the pot, then attached a bamboo tube leading to a jar of wine nearby. Several barrels of cool well water stood beside them. Du Zhongxiao soaked a cloth in the water and covered the bamboo tube with it.

Even so, the terrifying aura radiating from the illusory afterimage sent shivers down everyone’s spines. Tuchen could not keep his balance and fell to the ground. Before he could steady himself, his legs weakened, and he knelt heavily on the floor.

He had chosen this indirect approach to observe from the perspective of a bystander, so he could more clearly verify whether such problems existed within himself.

The sword of the Octopus Demon General, the Ice Dragon Fist of the Jiao Demon General, and the Endless Buddha Light of Monk Faxin clashed fiercely.

Though the sun had not yet set, it was already hidden behind the towering layered walls of the buildings. In the gray-white twilight, several birds circled the spire of the cathedral.

With a sharp thud, Lu Zhiming fell to the ground. Proud and stubborn by nature, he was about to argue back.

Fu Xin quickly turned to those inside the room and said, "Let’s leave it at that for now. You all can get back to your tasks." After driving out the employees, Zhang Cuilian finally entered.

The Fen Yang Sect was different. Only those strong enough to erect a monument—immortal bodies beyond the imperial sovereign realm—were worthy of burial within those monuments.

Back then, before there was a dedicated Urban Management Department, he had already begun negotiating with the neighborhood committee, expanding according to their rules, ensuring they would cause no trouble.

Throughout history, the highest-ranking military and political elites enjoyed luxuries unimaginable to ordinary people and possessed moral lows equally unfathomable.

Ge Shuhan left with grace, his lean black figure and the black feathers fluttering on his shoulder exuding a carefree air.

Mu Feng thought, if that old bastard really managed to get up and beat him again, he would gladly endure some physical pain for it.

Dou Weiyi comforted herself while following Yang Tianzhen to a secluded corner of the audience seats.

If this continued, this place would soon be unsuitable for cultivation practitioners, and even ordinary people would no longer be able to live here.