Chapter 160: A Real Man Does Not Weep Easily

Zunyue roughly finished looking at the paintings he had brought out. Except for two copies, the other three were his own original creations.

"I like this one," Wen Yueqing said, sitting nearby and leaning closer to Zunyue to look at the paintings together.

The final painting in his hands was a snow scene depicting two small white foxes chasing each other in the snow.

The drawing paper itself was off-white, making a snow scene extremely difficult to render. To make it look realistic and beautiful was even harder, yet his brushwork was so exquisite that aside from the pale blue...

Shen Miao asked, "Are you sure you can succeed?" A fleeting, ominous premonition suddenly crossed her mind, making it impossible for her to remain relaxed as she looked at Xie Jingxing's joking expression.

However, this lifetime was not the previous one, and Shen Miao would not let Chang Zaiqing have an easy time under any circumstances. How to put this chess piece to the best use still required careful planning.

Yet Ruyue was unwilling to see such an ending. She stroked her heavily pregnant belly and, putting herself in another's shoes, wondered what wrong an innocent child could have done. Meeting the emperor's gaze, Ruyue's eyes were filled with reluctance and lingering hope; how she wished the emperor could understand. Tears surged overwhelmingly, blurring Ruyue's vision of the emperor's true intent.

"I can't figure out why the Third Madam is usually so harsh to us, yet she's so generous to that young lady this time," someone wondered aloud.

Xiao Tian was utterly perplexed, but Ling Yueling looked back with a smile, then fumbled along the pillar of the adjacent room for a moment before abruptly striking it three times. The entire room suddenly began to tremble, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

Luo Mingyi could not control his own movements or his gaze; he squatted down beside the sofa.

Ruyue gently closed her eyes, and tears instantly welled up, flowing weakly and slowly down her pale, bloodless face. Shi Qianmo wanted to wipe them away for her, but his hands were occupied. Though colorless, those tears pierced deeply into his heart.

Jiang Xiyuan was choked for words. That was true; how could one take the imperial examinations without money? Without greasing the palms of the examiners, they would toss a candidate out on the flimsiest of excuses.

Xiao Tian smiled, his gaze turning abruptly cold and sharp as he looked past Chu Xiuying, his expression stern and imposing.

It was true that Luo Xueyan was a native of Liuzhou, and around this time in her past life, Luo Xueyan had also appeared before the Shen family. Back then, the Shen household had not yet split up; Chang Zaiqing was gentle, generous, and articulate, and everyone in the Shen family liked her, including Luo Xueyan.

Meanwhile, Qin Kelan, stepping out of the bathroom, found herself turning the tables and envying Su Menghan.

Li Ziyue was pondering over the rather chaotic events of her day when suddenly her grip loosened, and her belongings seemed to be "snatched" away by someone.

The three of them happened to have complementary physical figures, which would provide a more direct reference for a broader audience. Hiring too many models would inevitably increase expenses. Doing it themselves not only cut costs, but having the boss personally step in would undoubtedly add a touch of persuasion.

The group of young gentlemen stood dumbfounded, and before they had even recovered, their eyes widened once more as they watched Zhu Yuqing, after getting out of the car, take the initiative to walk around to the other side and link her arm through He Xuan's.

The audience was dumbfounded. Were they not going to change into the costumes matching the roles? Were they going to act wearing pretty newcomer outfits? How could anyone act like that?

He first called the company to report that his phone was broken and to say that he would be arriving a bit late, and only then began to tidy himself up.

After hitting a few walls in his career, he accidentally stumbled into the world of swindling. To his surprise, he had thrived like a fish in water over the past few years, successfully scamming people out of money and affection, and making a roaring success of himself in the capital.

Long afterward, the elite survivors of this slaughter recalled that scene and were filled with endless regret! If they had not allowed the black ball to hit the ground, but instead kicked it back while it was still in mid-air, the emperor of Liang would never have become a puppet of the Jun state.

Chu Feng gave a cold hum, revealing his Prison-Suppressing Physique. These forces landing upon him possessed no lethality whatsoever.