Who is the mastermind behind the scenes after all?

After Mo Qinghan dropped Yan Jinxi off at Shang Linjun’s villa, she hailed a cab back to her own place. Sitting in the taxi, her hand instinctively found her belly, gently caressing it. She rested her head lightly against the car door, her eyes gazing listlessly out the window like a wandering soul. The driver, a man in his fifties, noticed Mo Qinghan’s sorrowful expression and several times tried to find the words to comfort her, but ultimately felt it would be an intrusion. In the end, he remained entirely silent.

"Mister, do you think a family has to have children to be truly complete?" Mo Qinghan still rested her head against the door, her gaze lingering vacantly outside. Her tone was laced with profound helplessness, her voice feeble, yet loud enough for everyone in the car to hear.

Kicking away an unknown creature that had somehow drifted close to his feet, and watching the increasingly amused expression on the other’s face, Heizhi felt a chill run down his spine. He shuddered as if struck by lightning, and without another word, decisively teleported away.

I still find it bizarre that you actually managed to land in that one percent, Mumu muttered inwardly.

"Campbell, look what you've done. The military must have been brought in by you," roared an elderly Chinese man inside the grand hall. This was the veteran of the Heavenly Punishment who had disagreed with Wen Daoming back in the day.

A man dressed in wide martial arts attire, with a square face and an aura of fierce dominance, carried a cold gaze and steady strides. His sharp alertness clearly indicated he had survived countless life-or-death combats.

In a fit of rage, Gao Cheng swept his sleeves and stormed off. That very night, he led troops to surround the Pingyang Manor, cutting off and killing the Marquis of Pingyang.

Even without Mumu saying it, Levi could guess that she must often feel the warmth of family from the sister she described as childish. Some people are just like that; they don't seem like much usually, yet they are able to provide precisely what others need at their most desperate moments.

"By the way, if we charge in blindly without even figuring out their background or origins, won't something go wrong?" the Fatty suddenly asked, feeling that the lackeys raised by Tang Chaonan were all rather unreliable.

The starry, luminous sky was suddenly overshadowed by a rolling mass of dark clouds. Yelisao looked out in a trance, struck by a sudden premonition, and softly recited two lines that came to mind.

"All officers and soldiers, lift your spirits! Show His Majesty and all the court officials the momentum of our Southern Expeditionary Army." Huo Guang was dressed in full military attire today, one hand resting on the pommel of his sword as he strode toward the review platform.

"Alright, what question?" Alice reached out to wipe off the only chair in the room, then sat down and asked.

阎埠贵这次再也不敢出头平事 (This specific untranslated fragment from the prompt context was integrated smoothly as follows): Yan Bugui dared not step forward to mediate this time; the Yan family had suffered misfortune for half a year. Now that the Yan family had finally managed to clear their name, he had no desire to get involved.

Regrettably, just as he began to mock Xi Xingyuan, Zhuyang posted a photo together with Xi Xingyuan. No one called Xi Xingyuan ugly anymore, and the Hidden Realm was filled with satisfaction and blessings.

Seeing that Shu Nan's expression wasn't looking too good, Liu Yao hurriedly stuffed the grapes in her hand into her mouth and walked over.

Holding the lease agreement, she felt immensely happy inside. Not only was the rent cheap... she even managed to get a free meal out of the landlord.

In moments of despair, when craving the strength to grow stronger, call upon this power dormant within your blood and genes from the depths of your heart.

"Don't cry. I've already made a promise to someone else—do you expect me to break my word and lose the trust of others? If I do that, who would ever believe in Ru Feng-ge again, right?" Watching her cry so bitterly left him utterly flustered and aching with pity, especially given all those years of emotional attachment.

"Then what on earth should I do? Going to find her isn't right, and not finding her leaves me completely..." Seeing his good brother looking so dejected and desolate, Andy didn't feel very good inside either.

Everyone was entirely unable to fathom Ye Fan's current intentions, so they could only watch him with extreme vigilance to prevent any rash actions.

Even with their mental states collapsing, the two of them still desperately searched for a cure, though to no avail.

Lin Xiang hastily finished a few bites, put down his bowl and chopsticks, and just as he was about to rise from the dining table, Shu Yingxue spoke up once more.

The Hellfire Mercenary Corps—not bad at all, practically on par with the Undertaker. Just the name alone sounded immensely badass.

The divine sense pressure of body cultivators is different from that of qi cultivators. The divine sense of a body cultivator is not inherently overpowering, but it possesses an immense, crushing weight.