Chapter Sixty-Three: Extorting Two Thousand Taels of Silver

The next day was June thirtieth, the final day of June. Shen Jifeng opened his eyes, and the number of days remaining until the ninth day of the eighth month automatically surfaced in his mind.

The furnace was to be ignited on the fifteenth of July, leaving only half a month. Zhao Pu was busy representing Emperor Yuanchang in the trials, leaving Shen Jifeng with no time to linger in the capital. He planned to visit his fourth uncle and fourth aunt at the Prince Han's Estate before returning to the mines.

Stepping out through the grand gates of the Prince Qi's Estate, Shen Jifeng's sharp eyes noticed that the neighboring General's Mansion had undergone a complete makeover, boasting slick, glossy gates and brand-new lanterns.

The moment the boy stepped out, he offered a smile, his gaze filled with utter disdain, as if to tell Shaoyu, "Aren't you just taking a hostage? What actual skill do you have?"

Yet even without opening the door, Liu Chengcheng could hear the smug triumph leaking through her tone.

Li Feiyu said, "Since you are willing to follow me, I certainly won't treat you unfairly. Just run some errands for me." With that, he fished two copper coins from his robe and tossed them to Old Cao.

Meanwhile, Zhou Yingjun was still recovering his wits. Not anticipating Shaoyu's sudden assault, he naturally failed to guard against the adversary's force and was sent flying with a slap.

"Shen Lilong, you claim my subordinates feed on the blood of children, but where is your proof? Produce the evidence, and I shall leave immediately, no longer interfering in this matter nor letting anyone go to the mortal realm. If not, I will surely make you rue the day!" Knowing that Guanying's crimes reached the heavens, Wutian began shouting at me on her behalf.

Chaos creates creation; yin and yang govern the five elements. Whether the relationship between these two is one of derivation or one of mutual generation and complementation is a crucial question, tied directly to the dominion of the laws.

If the family wanted to eat them, they could simply go to the backyard and pick them directly. The real point of harvesting them was to gift them to Sister Zhou; if the quantity were too large, the other party would feel too embarrassed to accept.

After Zhutian finished bathing Niancheng, he carried him to the soft bed, patiently telling him bedtime stories until he finally drifted off to sleep, only then rising to leave.

Ah Zhi brushed away some of the stifling heat, stood up to retrieve the prepared charcoal, and let his hand glide effortlessly across the paper, sketching every required item he had envisioned in his mind.

"What manner of evil spirit dares to come and bewitch me?" The general guarding this place was Bai Qian, a commander under Xuanyuan, who sported long whiskers and glared fiercely at Die Xiang.

Although she was still unaccustomed to being waited on in such a manner, she could not bring herself to refuse, considering she was on someone else's turf.

"Oh my! Feeling heartache now? It's good that your heart aches! I just love the look of your heartache!" Anyang suddenly turned sharp-tongued, feeling an urge to curse out loud for the first time in her life.

He had retired early; nobody believed he was simply going home to live out his old age, and everyone kept asking where he intended to go to make a fortune after leaving.

Seeing that Wei Chunhua was already fast asleep, Lin Miaoxiang gently laid her down on the bed. Lin Miaoxiang rose softly, reached out to unhook the mosquito net, carefully tucked the edges in snugly, and only then turned and walked out.

Composing poetry was not difficult; the hard part was whether one could satisfy the master. Li Tiezhu tried to fathom the master's preferences, yet the man had never once revealed his personal tastes during his lectures.

"Are we simply going to ignore the attitude of the cultivation alliance?" Ah Jin stubbornly refused to let go of this issue.

With the heads of all departments gathered together, a dozen or so people quietly listened as Su Ziye provided a general briefing regarding the interview with Gu Hanxi.

Liu Zhong gripped the Soul-Sinking Sword tightly, channeling the primordial sword qi, and hurled a crackling sword sphere directly toward the weakest of the three brothers, the third one.

"Since Your Highness does not agree, then pretend I said nothing. It seems Xiahe's grievance cannot be redressed after all! That brutal beating you took was entirely for nothing! Let's go! Back we go!" With those words, he turned and strode outward.

"He might agree, but I certainly haven't. Besides, I never begged him," Zhang Longfei retorted irritably.

Was a child born from a coffin destined to be like this? How could such a person ever receive an ounce of sincerity? This was a destiny cursed with congenital solitude.

At this moment, the demonic Qilin possessed a monstrous, heaven-shaking presence. At this moment, the demonic Qilin was overwhelmingly tyrannical, ferocious, and utterly intolerant of defiance from any living thing.

Unlike in previous years, this arrangement turned the inspection into nothing more than a lavish banquet for the noble families held in full view of the public.