Chapter 151: Each Harboring Their Own Deceit

Cao Bin smiled slightly and replied, "If we were to face them head-on, we certainly wouldn't be their match, but I never said we were going to throw our lives away in a brute-force confrontation."

"Why don't we just add something to the food they eat later? As long as they consume this sedative of mine, they will fall into a deep sleep very quickly. Once they are all asleep..."

It was almost exactly as Tang Guoming had anticipated: Tong Li did not have Pan Guan drive into the main entrance of the Pink Charlie Hotel. Instead, about twenty meters before reaching the hotel, he turned into a dilapidated iron gate that had been abruptly pushed open.

His suggestion having been adopted, the young man’s face was suddenly filled with pride. However, with the mountain gate blown apart, his smug expression seemed rather out of place amidst such a tragic and indignant atmosphere.

By the time he arrived home, Aunt Wu had turned on all the lights; from a distance, the entire villa was ablaze with illumination.

Her fingers danced across the light-computer, and the image on the screen shifted to something else.

Before the carriage had even come to a complete stop at the entrance of the alley, Zhao Wuwei had already come out to meet them with several bailiffs, calling out "Master" and "My Lord."

Cheng Yu entered the room, took a look around, and with a wave of his hand, produced a large pile of items from his spirit-blood storage bag.

Upon his return, Zhan Tian selected stones and, using a repurposed trowel, chipped away at them to craft the foundation stones he required.

He alighted from the carriage at the side gate and was just about to call for a maid to take his rain cape and bamboo hat to the backyard. Though for Sun Shaozong, this was hardly even a trivial task, in this day and age, who had ever seen a master of a wealthy household wandering around his own home carrying his own rain gear?

"Kang Chenyi! Why are you stopping me? I didn't even get to say goodbye to my father." Her tone was sharp.

"Is this a taboo? If so, then I apologize." Qin Ming gave a faint smile and turned to leave.

Ah Bi, inside the pouch, was trembling all over; the snake looked as if it had encountered a natural predator, desperately wanting to burrow directly into Chou Chou to hide.

Since she had obtained the glove, it meant she knew it was ownerless. Based on Ximen Qing's understanding of her, she had likely guessed about the soul-swapping incident.

Although he hadn't exerted his full strength, he had used at least eighty or ninety percent of his power, yet he still couldn't do anything to this guy.

Yang Xu sighed to himself, then suddenly noticed another slender figure standing behind Pu Tianshu.

This guy, whom he had looked down upon, had actually ordered so much—was he really in possession of immortal stones, or was he just deliberately looking for trouble?

Having received the predecessor's legacy, he was essentially half a disciple; there were many things he couldn't say to others, but telling them to the Lord of Sovereigns didn't seem like a big deal.

"Wanyi, take Sister Wu inside to sit. I'll go pick some fresh vegetables so Sister Wu can taste the produce from our own garden," Chang Xing said.

The workers on the Brother Group’s pharmaceutical production lines were all working overtime. Liu Qing had also transferred a large number of workers from elsewhere to join the effort, striving to produce as many vaccines as possible.

But! Every old farmer knows the principle of not putting all their eggs in one basket; could the Emperor not know it as well?

Zhou Houming couldn't bear to watch any longer. Knowing that once Wu Hua made a decision, it was hard to change, he began to persuade Liu Mei.

Although Zhang Sanfeng hoped to stir up the waters, he was not the one doing the stirring. His roots were still shallow, and it wasn't appropriate for him to provoke too much trouble. This time, surprisingly, Zhang Sanfeng didn't place a single bid.

Therefore, the Emperor must have known something. Whether or not he had a hand in it, he had certainly let it happen.

The Fifth Prince stopped throwing a tantrum, and the Eighth Prince was able to speak normally again. He had originally intended to cling to the Grand Emperor's legs and weep bitterly, but the Fifth Prince had beaten him to it, so he could only give up and kneel at the Grand Emperor's feet with a face full of remorse.

After giving his final instructions and comforting these future elites, Zhu Youxiao departed from the Ming Official Academy.