Chapter 157: Reluctant to Manage the Accounts

Shen Zhong's facial muscles twitched a few times. He had always been the head steward, but now the Prince had effortlessly stripped him of his authority. In a way, he had a new boss, and Shen Zhong harbored a vague anxiety that Su Jingluo might just force him into immediate retirement.

Zhuo Zhuo'an was also somewhat surprised. My dear Prince, you still have numerous shadow guards to support and all sorts of expenses, and from now on, everything is under the Princess's command. If the Princess turns out to be a bit stingy—sigh, this job is getting harder and harder to do. Ever since the Prince fell in love, his brain seemed to have short-circuited.

Holding the heavy ledger, Su Jingluo looked at the despair-stricken Shen Zhong and the worried Zhuo Zhuo'an, feeling that her management...

Even without a reminder from the Main God, he could see that, enveloped by that supreme, transcendent power of the Heavenly Dao, the Sovereign of the Mortal World was growing stronger.

Yet such a crucial border-defense general in the late Southern Song Dynasty was merely a man who loved to flatter and cling to the powerful. Moreover, as he gazed at Han Zhenhan's chests of gold, his eyes revealed undisguised greed.

I wonder if others tense up every single nerve when facing a love rival the way I do. I suppose it might be because I am too weak, so I dare not let my guard down for even a second.

She has been moving in close circles with the Tang family lately, and the Tang family is in the same boat as the Feng family. I am afraid that if I speak of this, the matter will leak out.

Just at the moment when the Heavenly Dao struck and he was preparing to risk his final trump card, his own boss suddenly appeared by his side, effortlessly blocking the world-shattering might of destruction.

Song Cheng suddenly opened his fingers, and the wine bottle dropped to the ground with a crisp "crack," startling me.

He had once been utterly infatuated with her, but the events that occurred before their wedding left a lingering resentment in his heart. After that, he no longer wished to see her alluring and enchanting face.

Yet the moment the blade thrust forward, Wu Tong felt a secret pang of foreboding. Throughout his desperate breakthrough of the encirclement, Xiao Chen employed entirely suicidal tactics, never once showing any defense.

It did not even have a grade, truly an eyesore, and its functions were extremely vague—all that was known was that it belonged to the spatial category.

"You mean the Eldest Madam paid for everything you bought?" Jiang Lina asked, deeply surprised. She had always thought those items were gifts from Fourth Master Zhang to Mo Yanfei.

Su He politely declined almost all of them, and it was only when she received Xin Yi's call that a smile finally curved the corners of her lips.

Even without Huo Zizhao, she had countless pursuers. It did not matter; she would not let anyone look down on her.

Song Canran did not return to the classroom immediately after lunch. She was sitting on a bench in the school's rest area, contemplating life, when she saw a slender figure walking toward her.

Wang Ruohan shook her head. Her grandfather did not say anything either, as she was directly pulled over to the village chief's doorstep by Wang Ruohan.

Di Huang pressed down upon Feng Xi, his intensely sensual thin lips conquering every inch of space within her mouth. Their lips and tongues intertwined, and the pleasant mint scent lingering on the man instantly scrambled Feng Xi's senses. Had she not maintained a tiny shred of rationality, she probably would have drowned in this gentle indulgence long ago.

Chu Hongmen let out a sinister laugh, his heart finally feeling vindicated. Pricking up his ears, he wanted to hear Xia Qing's screams of agony, but the sound grew fainter and fainter until it vanished completely.

Because the air conditioning in the room was turned up high, both of them wore relatively light clothing, and his hand brushed inadvertently against the soft flesh of her waist.

Several media reporters turned and ran. At that moment, Ma Liu, who had long been lying in wait for an opportunity, led his men to encircle them from the entrance, raining down blows with their police batons.

In the end, the piles of rubbish equipment scattered all over the ground were sold for a total of over 10,000 copper coins, which, when converted, amounted to just a little over 1 gold coin.

Yet no matter how he tried to comfort him, his son would at most offer a faint smile. Even when told that his two younger brothers had been accepted as disciples by the Prince of Han, Hua An remained completely indifferent.

Before long, moving with swift efficiency, the waiters served all the dishes that had been prepared in the kitchen. The variety of dishes at every banquet table was identical. After placing the dishes on the tables, the waiters stood to the side, smiling pleasingly, a sight that warmed the heart.

"Brother! I thought I'd never see you again!" Xiao Pang's eyes were red, and tears welled up continuously, spinning in his eye sockets.