The Tyrannical Emperor Reborn Chapter 63 Part 2

On the other side, the Empress Dowager was pleased. Watching Consort Dowager Xian humble herself before her brought her great satisfaction.

She said casually, "Consort Dowager Xian knows her place."

Consort Dowager Xian's face stiffened for a moment, then she composed herself. Bowing her head meekly, she said, "The Empress Dowager only has Prince Ping's best interests at heart." Then, turning to Prince Ping, she said calmly, "Prince Ping, why do you not thank the Empress Dowager for her grace?"

The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 386 Part 1

Chapter 386

The shop assistant was also seized, sweating profusely in panic. This was the prefect's son—he'd just shoved him. He was doomed.

"Eldest Young Master, you should go back first," Da Li said.

Guaizai glanced at Madam Huang and Huang Bingzhong, saw that they seemed thoroughly frightened, and gave a humph. Hands on his hips, looking smug as could be, his little nostrils flaring wide.

"Trying to bully Guaizai? Dream on! I told you to leave, but you just had to stay. Guaizai is an official's kid—I've got special privileges, you know!"

The Tyrannical Emperor Reborn Chapter 63 Part 1

Chapter 63 

Qi Junyou's heart skipped a beat. Why was Qi Junmu reacting like this? Why was he being so direct?

Outwardly, however, he maintained his indignant expression and said, "Your Majesty, as this subject just said, I already have too many beauties in my household. There is simply no room for another. I beg Your Majesty and the Empress Dowager to withdraw their gracious offer."

"If that is truly how you feel, then I think you should say so to the Empress Dowager yourself. You've also said this is a domestic matter. I govern the realm and attend to a thousand affairs a day—how could I possibly have time to meddle in another man's household?"

The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 385 Part 3

When Guaizai got new clothes, he wore them carefully; the bibs never even got worn out. Hengyang was prosperous, and when Zhao Ger took him there, he packed brightly colored clothes, bringing only one bib. Guaizai's favorite outfit was the little yellow-chicken one Fang Zichen had bought him. Zhao Ger and Lin Xiaoxia were busy and not at the Qin residence. When mealtime came, afraid of dirtying his clothes, Guaizai fished out his bib and put it on.

When Meng Ruqing and Old Madam Qin touched it, their hearts ached.

The fabric was coarse and rough—so poor that even the servants in the household wouldn't wear it.

The Tyrannical Emperor Reborn Chapter 62

Chapter 62

Qi Junyou had always believed he understood Qi Junmu. Even after this man became emperor, he felt that his temperament must still be the same as before. In Qi Junyou's eyes, Qi Junmu had always been a very rigid and stubborn person.

When they were children studying together, Qi Junmu was never the type who could memorise things after a single reading. So more often than not, this younger brother of his would use the most laborious method to recite his lessons—once wasn't enough, so he'd do it twice; twice wasn't enough, so he'd do it three times…

The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 385 Part 2

Liuliu furrowed his brow. "But Guaizai is buying them."

"Yeah!" Guaizai thought for a moment, then raised one stubby finger: "Auntie, do you only need a little bit? If you only need a little, Guaizai can let you have one bolt."

"I want all of them."

"No way. First come, first served. Uncle, wrap them up for Guaizai."

The maidservant beside Madam Huang ordered coldly: "Xiao Song, wrap them up for the madam."

The Tyrannical Emperor Reborn Chapter 61 Part 3

Qi Junmu had not expected Shen Nian to say such a thing at a moment like this. It was not a jest, yet it made him feel oddly self-conscious and ill at ease.

He felt his ears begin to warm, so he averted his gaze slightly and said flatly, "I only told Xing Yi to watch Prince Rui, not Cheng Jin." His implication was clear: he had not ordered anyone to monitor Cheng Jin, so the correspondence between Cheng Jin and Shen Nian was merely his inference based on Cheng Jin's temperament.

This time, Shen Nian did not laugh. He looked quietly at the Emperor, his eyes carrying emotions both calm and complicated.