Chapter 152: Prince An and the Noble Consort

Unexpectedly, messengers arrived from the palace, and the Noble Consort summoned Bai Huan to enter the palace.

Zhu Huaqiong accompanied her all the way to the palace gate and said, "You must be careful."

"Mm, don't worry, she won't do anything to me."

Although the Cui family had not been fundamentally destroyed, they were nonetheless implicated. Not several key officials of the Cui family in the imperial court were ordered to reflect on their mistakes at home.

Meanwhile, the Dali Temple calculated the profits based on the account books of transactions with the Xue family, and all the proceeds were confiscated and turned over to the national treasury.

The Cui family...

He hoped that he would be as bright and radiant as the sun, that there would be no more darkness in his future life, and that his journey would be smooth and untroubled.

When Yan Lincheng had arrived earlier, he could still brush things off using work as an excuse. However, the subsequent scene of Yan Lincheng dragging An Muhan away, immediately followed by He Changyu chasing after them, could no longer be explained away by work.

Cao Bianjiao also nodded. These rules had been personally established by him, with the sole purpose of ensuring that the army served as a public instrument of the state rather than the private property of individual generals. Regional commanders and deputy commanders were to be rotated every two years; even his own biological brothers were no exception and had to strictly comply—no one was exempt.

As soon as Qian Wangjun heard that the police station under his jurisdiction had actually detained Zhao Yuqin's younger brother, he could no longer sit still. Like an ant on a hot pan, he was overwhelmed with extreme anxiety.

Though glared at, Xiang Lichen knew that Yun Ning wasn't truly angry with him, which made him breathe a sigh of relief. As he held her in his arms, his large hand gently stroked her smooth back.

"Silly girl," Xiang Lichen said helplessly. "Shall I take you out to get something to eat?" Even though his body still lacked strength, no matter whose stomach went empty, his Ning's could not.

The ship in the middle was simply too colossal. Not a single vessel in the Dutch fleet could compare to it, and its formidable firepower was enough to overawe everyone present.

The snow stopped early the next morning. Accustomed as I was to strolling lazily to the main hall for morning court on my own, I was actually carried in a sedan chair all the way to the main hall today. Climbing up to the high platform of the dragon throne proved somewhat arduous, and my legs grew so weak several times that I nearly missed the steps.

An Muhan walked inside, took a look at He Hexuan lying on the hospital bed, and took the initiative to open the room's window to freshen the indoor air. She also consciously went to rinse out a damp towel, acting just like the domestic servants working in the Yan household.

If the yield of purified mountain tea were to double, the annual profit would increase by over 1.7 billion. This profit was more than double that of the urban orchard project; anyone who wasn't a fool would surely know how to choose.

Qiu Xuan's body suddenly trembled, and she stared in disbelief at the face that came into view. It felt so terribly familiar—could it be... could it be Ye Xue? Qiu Xuan's mind flashed with the image of Ye Xue.

"Ah! It's finally over. Let's hurry back and catch up on our sleep, or else we won't have any time left later," Mo Nong said with a nasal tone.

At this moment, Huren felt a deep wave of remorse. She should have listened to Eunuch Liang earlier and tidied herself up promptly, so as not to cause the Imperial Consort additional worry.

"Heh, Qiu Xuan is merely favored by the Emperor's undeserved grace, which is why I am fortunate enough to have a place to stay here. It's really nothing. Come, sir, have some tea." Not wishing to dwell on the matter, Qiu Xuan saw Jenny approaching with a tray of tea, and personally picked up the teapot to pour a cup for Badoff.

Mother Liu and Xuanxuan retreated slightly, feeling profoundly grateful that Chenchen hadn't teased them in quite the same way just now.

When it came to matters concerning her, Lu Mofeng seemed to have no bottom line whatsoever; all his persistence would be drastically compromised.

The bond of brotherhood forged in the pugilistic world was exceptionally profound. Placed in ancient times, they would have been sworn brothers ready to live and die together; it wouldn't have been strange at all if the three of them had truly reenacted the Oath of the Peach Garden.

"Understood, I will tell him, and he will understand." In truth, when she called Zhong Yucheng that evening, although he was displeased by their pretense as a married couple, he still reluctantly agreed for the sake of her work.