Volume One, Chapter 56: It's Okay, Come Home

This squad headed straight for the capital, Luoyang, marching dozens of miles without a single soldier betraying the slightest sign of fatigue or unrest—their elite discipline was evident. He sent a ring, a spatial ring; in this world, such a precious artifact is exceedingly rare, virtually impossible to acquire even for those willing to pay any price. Yet he managed to obtain one for her, reaching such lengths for her sake.

“I’ll stay!” Diexue thought for a moment, tightened her grip on his sleeve, and looked up at his handsome face, speaking with unwavering resolve.

“At least not yet, so you’re just a little bit less!” Ning Baobei blinked her alluring eyes, fearlessly retorting to Ouyang Ruoxi.

“I want to say, we missed so many years. I want to know, am I still someone you might cherish?” Yan Bo’s gaze burned with anticipation.

In the distance, a tributary of the Jingluo River flowed through the garden, forming a crystal-clear lake. Several bridges, each with its own unique shape, crossed the water like bands of white jade, lending the scene an enchanting charm.

In the same parking lot, beside a BMW 730, a tall man stood gazing thoughtfully at a distant figure.

She had never felt so flustered in her life; today, she was determined to find out whether anything truly happened last night.

“How is it? Cute?” Prince Hao cradled a cat in his arms, holding it up to Tao Hua. The cat was barely larger than his palm, seemingly unwashed for a long time—its once pure white fur now grey, and it bore injuries.

“Xi Yang likes me, and to protect me, he let you take the title of fiancée?” Liya asked, lacking confidence.

Jin Yu looked at the backs of Qin Youbai and Gu Ke and suddenly recalled a phrase he had once read.

This iron gate was twice the size of the other, studded with rusted rivets; it looked nothing like a door to the future.

Though it was called a Daoist temple, her arrival instantly attracted countless young gallants: some recited poetry within, others sparred with martial heroes. The temple was livelier than the brothels and red-light alleys.

The staff wanted to call Gu Ke back, but with so many people watching and Gu Ke clearly not turning her head, all he could do was awkwardly move the suitcase aside and endure the guests’ gossip—an utterly mortifying experience.

For days, Biyu had not spoken a word, nor mentioned anything about that night. Each time Cuiyu questioned her, her face was filled with terror.

What did it mean, sending a grown man to follow her? She had no freedom at all. Besides, she was going to meet Feiyang—what sense did it make to have a man trailing behind?

The water from the Fountain of Life greatly boosts vitality, delays aging, improves constitution, and is effective for all living beings.

If the Permanent Council could not reach consensus on the “Internal Assimilation” agreement, it would most likely have been put before the Global Regional Representatives Assembly.

She hated her parents for abandoning her, yet deeply fantasized about finding them someday.

Now, Earth is completely exposed to the Trisolaran fleet, with not a shred of orbital defense.

They had witnessed the strength of the Yiyu Guards in Youzhou: after three days and nights without food, they still fought fiercely.

“Your Majesty, allow me to speak. Those who attack the city alongside bandits are themselves bandits!” Gu Yiben, Deputy Minister of the Grand Court of Justice, petitioned.

Tyrion knew that although the Grand Maester was a member of the Small Council, only the Citadel had the right to appoint him.

Yang Ming was curious about how this contraption was launched. In modern films, it was always shown as something swung by hand, using momentum to ensnare prey.

Though the Golden Robe Guards’ emotions had been soothed, Commander Yang found it hard to accept the inexplicable extra cost for armor.

Despite appearing calm in earlier meetings, Bai Jingxing was actually quite anxious inside.

Seeing Bai Jingxing speak up, Detective Mumu handed over the three suspects’ phones, asking him to choose one.

Who would pay for someone with no relatives? Not even enough for a coffin. Madame Mei, who owed Old Li a debt of gratitude, had promised to ensure he departed with dignity.

Now, the useful information she had was far too little; she couldn’t unravel what these people truly intended. It was as if an invisible net had ensnared her, impossible to escape.

She knew the Kitchen God had left her a sumptuous meal in the cellar, but had no intention of retrieving it yet.

Unexpectedly, she was interrupted by the Northern girl, nearly losing her life in the process—it left him furious.

Nor would she push all blame onto the other party, reflecting endless resentment. This wasn’t about refusing to forgive the other—it was about not forgiving herself.

This left Han Junyu feeling unsettled, sensing that Pei Shiyin was drifting further away from him.

At the stern of the first ship, the heir stood by the iron railing, umbrella in hand, gazing thoughtfully at Mu Feng approaching her.

“Brother, let him go. He came to see me at my request.” As Cheng Yi was about to erupt in anger, Cheng Xiyun spoke calmly. By then, the tear on her face had long been wiped away.

Han Xiang, young master of the Great Heavenly Dragon Sect, having realized there was no hope of survival, finally unleashed all his magical abilities, fighting desperately.

A hand emerged from beneath the thick blanket, veins bulging as it took the bowl, raised it to drink, then handed it back to Bai Dingshan.

Chu Zifeng, Xiao Xian, and the others hurried offstage to carry Shi Yu down. Black tendrils crept from Shi Yu’s neck up to his face.