Chapter 133: Poaching Talent, Knocking Out

Li Jiuwei ate her meal while replying to Feng Su’s messages.

With his wife not keeping him company but instead spending time with another man, Feng Su felt as though a tiny kitten were clawing at his heart. He was restless; even though Lu Songchi was Li Jiuwei’s grandnephew, he was still displeased. Lu Songchi was a controversial young star, a man whose face was all too adept at seducing the opposite sex.

[Wife, stop looking at him and look at me.]

[I am his elder.] Li Jiuwei sent another message, wondering how even this could spark his jealousy.

Long San spoke weakly, but as he thought of the injury on his face, his tone turned grim.

"By the way, you must have finished previewing this afternoon’s lesson by now, right?" Riel asked on the way back.

Only then did Li Mei sit back on her stool in a daze; the cup tipped over, and the wine inside spilled out, splashing all over the floor.

Chi Luoying Xin called out, hoping her sister would pull back from the brink, but after staring at Chi Luoying Meng for a long time, she still saw no hope for any change.

"No, no, it's just that I was handling some matters at the Ministry of War the day before yesterday and something went wrong. I didn't want to be whipped, and my backside is still a bit sore, so I’ve been a bit discourteous. Please forgive me, Brother Zhao," He Liuhun explained hurriedly, having no other choice.

Fu Xiao was slightly stunned, clearly unable to understand why Wang Tiehan, who had been laughing and chatting just a moment ago, had suddenly become so serious. However, having heard about the conduct of the military from Li Maogong, Fu Xiao was merely surprised, not confused, by Wang Tiehan's sudden change in demeanor.

Although the rebellion of Liu Liu and Liu Qi had passed several years ago, the scars it left on Shandong had yet to heal.

Upon hearing this, Duan Lang happily agreed, tilted his head back to finish the wine in his cup, and hurried out of the front hall.

As long as the Jiajing Emperor remained cautious in his speech and actions and practiced benevolence widely, he wouldn’t even need to do anything; simply by sitting on the throne long enough, authority would naturally follow.

Immediately after, a sharp pain shot through my head. Fragments of memory drifted down like falling leaves, gathering into vivid scenes. As they connected, I began to piece together that lost past.

"What!" Sifang cried out in alarm, not having expected the opponent to also be a master of secret arts.

Tu Ming had originally cared deeply about whether she would become the heir, but seeing her disdainful attitude, he lost interest and his enthusiasm waned. Although Lei Doudou tried to mediate, the results were minimal, and in the end, she couldn't even be bothered to pay her any mind.

Chen Xiao smiled again, and in the next instant, he moved, disappearing into the void. Tianlongzi nodded deeply and followed suit, moving to keep up with Chen Xiao.

He chose to leave. Perhaps out of fear of Xun Du, even though the terrain was mountainous, Yueguang ran with ease.

A fine rain drifted from the sky as Lan stopped at a fork in the road, looking left and right, trying to determine the direction to the office building in District C.

For the past two days, Xie Gongbao had been lying in bed recovering, tended to by a maidservant. By the third day, his strength had largely returned and his internal bruising had significantly improved; he even managed to walk four or five laps out of bed that afternoon. However, by nightfall, he suddenly began smashing things and attacking people, spiraling into a uncontrollable frenzy.

"Damn it, Number Four, what are you doing? Didn't I tell you to capture that boy alive!" Number Three berated Number Four furiously.

As Hai Dongqing and Lu Shanmin took the final step, Chen Ran’s heart tightened to the breaking point. This man, who could face a gun pointed at his head without a change in expression, felt his heart pounding violently.

"Damn it!" Feonia shouted, leaping into the air as six blood-red tails suddenly erupted from behind her, directed toward Kaguya.

"Who should I entrust with the investigation?" In the laboratory, Panama, a fourth-level mage whose figure was shrouded in dark robes like a heavy cloud, pondered.

Poison wine is the most lethal of all poisons. It kills before it even reaches the stomach, severing the throat; the death is swift, and even with an antidote, there is no saving the victim.