The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 374 Part 4

Uncle Tang heard the commotion and came over. When he saw Gungun and Dandan like that, he knew right away that the two little rascals had crawled into the stoves.

He let out a helpless sigh.

Isn't the bed comfortable enough to sleep in?

Last time, Fang Zichen had said to buy chains to tie them down, and Uncle Tang had stopped him, saying that would look terrible. Now he really shouldn't have interfered.

The two had truly given him a scare.

The Tyrannical Emperor Reborn Chapter 40 Part 2

Wen shi gripped her maid's hand tightly, her expression fraught with alarm, and stammered, "So… so you're an eunuch from the palace. How… how did you come to be here…"

"The Marquis has been working hard at court these past days. His Majesty personally ordered this servant to escort him home so he could rest properly. The Emperor is truly protective of the Marquis from the bottom of his heart." Ruan Jiqing continued in an even tone. "This servant sees you are on your way to see the Marquis? He has already retired to sleep. If your business isn't urgent, might you wait a while?"

"No… no, nothing important," Wen shi said dryly. "If he's tired, let him rest."

The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 374 Part 3

It was nearly the ninth lunar month now, and the weather was scorching. Xie Xiaoyu and Feng momo had started selling cold drinks in Hezhou again. The profit per sale was small, but with so many customers, the total take was decent—they'd made a nice little sum.

Zhao Ger and Fang Zichen made a trip back to Hezhou during this time to visit Xie Xiaoyu. The Fang residence had been fully repaired. After arriving in Hezhou, Fang Zichen stayed there for two nights before heading to Anhe County, where he'd been busy and "homeless" ever since—no time to come back.

Rebirth of the Useless Young Master’s Counterattack Chapter 101

Chapter 101: The Overbearing Great Power

Demonic beasts had it far harder than humans when it came to cultivation. The trials they had to go through were nothing like what cultivators faced—and even if they made it through, the most they could ever achieve was to take on human form.

"Roar, roar, roar…" Mu Lichuan noticed that as the roars grew louder, the snow showed signs of collapsing. He narrowed his eyes slightly.

In an avalanche, even a Foundation Establishment cultivator—unable to fly—could easily be buried underneath. To get out, one would need enough spiritual energy to sustain them; otherwise, they'd end up entombed in the snow.

The Tyrannical Emperor Reborn Chapter 40 Part 1

Chapter 40

Shen Nian's high spirits lasted only until Qi Junmu finished his court duties. It wasn't that he lacked the stamina—rather, Qi Junmu had forcefully ordered him to go home and get proper rest. 

Shen Nian didn't actually feel all that tired. He was used to it.

On the North Frontier, there were times when, in order to slaughter the enemy, they would raise their blades, strike down, withdraw, and raise them again—over and over for hours on end. It was numbing, repetitive work, and they only got a chance to catch their breath when the enemy beat their drums to signal retreat.

The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 374 Part 2

Old Master Qiu's heart went cold. First the water diversion project, then the bandit suppression—he'd assumed this was an honest, incorruptible official who regarded wealth as nothing more than dirt...

When he got home, he finally understood: building the road was never an obligation for the prefect, nor would the prefect come "begging" them to let him build it. They were the ones who needed to beg him.

But Fang Zichen wouldn't see him.

The villagers kept pressing and making a scene: "We listened to you back then! Now the prefect won't build our road, and everyone's laughing at us—what are you going to do about it?"

The Tyrannical Emperor Reborn Chapter 39 Part 3

Qi Junyou felt a sharp sting. The barb he had thrown had been turned back on him, driven in deeper than before, leaving him thoroughly uncomfortable.

Who exactly was Qi Junmu trying to sicken with these words? he fumed inwardly. The snow disaster in Qingzhou had taken lives too — it wasn't as if I had spent my days in pleasure and never tasted hardship. How could he speak to me like that?

Qi Junmu hadn't talked like this as a child. Now that he is emperor, it seems his tongue has been dipped in poison.