Chapter 98: Merely a Lady

Su Tang stayed in the emperor's bedchamber for several days, preparing medicinal meals for the Empress Dowager and the emperor.
The scent of herbs constantly lingered in the emperor's bedchamber.
Su Tang also received a handwritten document.
"Medicinal Cuisine"
The emperor had written it himself when he was in good spirits, and stamped it with the imperial seal beside it.
Now she was truly a royal nutritionist in name and fact.
However, even though she was in the emperor's bedchamber, she still knew nothing about the affairs of the imperial court.
It was still the Crown Prince who was acting as regent.
The venue fell silent. Luo Cheng glanced at Chen Xiaowei on his right; she was gazing intently toward the entrance.
As the final lot came up for auction, the old man stood up and left the hall without even glancing at it, and the rest of the crowd followed suit and departed one by one.
Waking up to find herself tied up, Huang Rong looked at Ouyang Feng standing nearby, feeling utterly furious.

Xu Chujian finally understood what a bane of a beauty truly meant; if this fellow were placed in ancient times, he would probably be able to bend even an emperor.
No matter what dishes Xiao Chenyu ordered, Ye Feng would order the exact same ones. Ye Feng was completely locking horns with Xiao Chenyu.
However, as the pursuit dragged on, lasting a full day and night, the bastard ahead acted as if he had gone mad, charging straight toward the direction of the battlefield.
"Aren't you worried that she might also become a target at any moment?" Qin Xiangzu gazed at the red light ahead and slowly brought the car to a stop.
"If I were you, I would agree immediately. Otherwise, those shares in Zheng Qiang's hands will eventually become worthless paper. By then, you won't get a single penny, and you'll be saddled with millions in debt." Jiang Wan glanced at her disdainfully. If she hadn't felt a shred of softness because of Zhou Beishen, she wouldn't have let this brother and sister off so easily.
At this thought, even Uchiha Fugaku, who was accustomed to forbearance, could not help but sigh, feeling increasingly bewildered about the future of the clan.
After leaving home, Chen Xiaowei put Chang Lan's number into a separate group, and set her calls to silent mode.
Fang Yizhi was Fang Xuanling's eldest son, and Li Deqian felt it appropriate to let him offer strategies; no matter what, it would be more suitable than relying on the few of them.
Feeling the formation shift, the thunder dragon began to violently slam its body against the formation.
The film and television entertainment industry is a circle relatively close to capital. After all, film and television projects are essentially "black boxes," allowing various capital operations, asset turnovers, and financial games to be played to their hearts' content under this layer of "packaging."
Therefore, no matter how grand this fellow's momentum was and how arrogant his words were, his ending naturally arrived just like that.

This space actually contained a thirty-sixth stone box! Li Yang channeled his telekinesis, pulling the object inside toward him. It felt ice-cold to the touch, like a fragment of a weapon.
Countless boats passed back and forth; the Grand Canal remained as bustling as ever, portraying the complete picture of the Tang dynasty's commerce.
Although such situations existed, those were merely bondservants selling themselves into servitude, and there was no need for him to stoop to that point.
Gao Miao had just celebrated her twenty-second birthday. Although the full story of the events at Manyi Mountain had been completely sealed and the higher-ups had imposed a gag order, in the eyes of the comrades who had experienced the whole ordeal firsthand, Li Yang's status had been continually elevated and mythified.
Therefore, after weighing the options, she was sent to a training class for three months first, and planned to take the entrance examination for the advanced study class once she had built a foundation.
Two weeks ago, the sun set and never rose again, leaving only a crimson moon in the sky. The apocalypse had arrived.
"But hasn't the Chinese language already become commonly used across most regions and populations among these alien tribes? Why not just use Chinese to communicate?" Cai Xu asked with some surprise upon hearing this.
Coupled with the fortune and various forms of support brought by the Heavenly Mechanism Sect, his odds of winning against Zhang Sipping had risen to four-to-six. While it still seemed slightly inferior, compared to having less than a one-tenth chance previously, it was already much stronger. For him, it was sufficient—worth risking his life to contend for.