Achilles looked at Estella with eyes full of surprise. This kind of astute perspective and way of thinking — it seems my sister here really isn’t just about elegance, kindness, beauty, figure, skin, wealth, status, intelligence, divine favor...
Such vision and insight are indeed rare and precious, she possesses quite a bit.
Hearing Achilles say this, Estella also breathed a sigh of relief. She was worried because she cared, knowing that her father and the others had surely grasped the key point. That was enough, and her face broke into a bright smile.
"Second brother, did we accomplish sothing great?" Estella asked cheerfully, in high spirits.
"Thanks to you, my mistakes can be redied. Your move is truly amazing; if used well, it will certainly turn the tides," Achilles said with admiration.
Within the Cabinet, Hokele, Jas, and others were all savoring the mont, the seriousness and worry on their faces had completely vanished.
"The Princess’s vision is remarkable. This move can reverse the situation and even go further!" Jas remarked with admiration. He was speaking of the Princess, but of course he knew who was behind it. Besides the sage from their Celestial Principle School, who else could it be? One word can break the stalemate; this is the power of the Celestial Principle.
"It fits His Majesty’s style very well. It seems to be a self-critique, but it actually further validates His Majesty’s fairness. If His Majesty can go this far, those people should also reflect upon themselves," Kundra comnted with praise.
Everyone hinted at the target subtly. Now the problem isn’t the Inner Demon, but the protection from the Earth Mother Goddess Court!
The Inner Demon cruelly slaughtered the Mother Goddess believers and even created demon blood wombs. This is Hedan, blatant insult. What is the Church Court doing?
The Celestial Principle School obviously doesn’t just reason things out; they are cultured people, very good at writing.
"Your Majesty, leave the rest to us. I suggest letting the Hex Bird Report and Hedan Daily follow up as well," Jas proposed.
Ola the Eighteenth nodded, a noticeable relaxation in his expression, "Mind the limits."
Everyone bowed in salute, acknowledging that although their positions are sowhat contradictory at present, they are not completely hostile towards the Earth Mother Goddess Court. Pressure can be applied, but they cannot truly force the Earth Mother Goddess Court. They’ve crossed swords many tis, and Kundra and others know well that this move can regain initiative.
On the way back, Jas and Kundra had already transford from being under heavy pressure to being eager to try, "Mr. Li is indeed a genius. What was once our severe wound now becos a small wound, even healing, while inflicting a heavy blow on the other side!"
"First strike yourself lightly, then judge the severity. But the retaliation must feel whether they can endure it," Kundra said coolly, with a murderous glint in his eyes.
Writing articles, the experts from the Celestial Principle School are nurous. The art of veiled criticism is basic. This ti, after being manipulated by Prince Oliver, the Celestial Principle School internally is filled with remorse and anger. But looking at it now, it might not be so bad after all. Done right, they could even move the mountain pressing down on them. Without the restraints from the Earth Mother Goddess Court, the odds of the Inner Demon’s exposure increase.
Jas and Kundra returned to the Graduate Academy and imdiately gathered the scholars. In fact, the Graduate Academy was also racking their brains over this issue, hoping to find a solution. But knowing Jas well, seeing his radiant appearance brimming with fighting spirit, they knew a solution must have been found.
"This is the first problem Professor Li from the Celestial Principle Academy has posed for everyone. The answer is right in front of you; if you still can’t get it right, what face is left to et Mr. Li in future?"
Instantly, the eyes of all the scholars in the eting room lit up with a green glow...
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The Dragon Mother ca out of the kitchen, Ma Liu, being serious, indeed acted seriously. This lad secretly increased portions for custors and even offered so people free als. She knew this, but as long as there were profits, she couldn’t be bothered to mind, after all, a lady of a great family needs to be generous. She’s the most generous woman in the George District.
After inspecting the kitchen fully, the Dragon Mother proudly toured other territories with Justin in her arms. Ever since having Justin, she increasingly resembled a noblewoman, as everyone around said. These people may be poor, but their eyes are sharp. Perhaps thinking about the beloved Master Simmons recently, the Dragon Mother’s outbursts have been fewer.
The room checks started from the upper room; only this way could she harden her resolve to make money.
A "Do Not Disturb" sign hung at Mr. Li’s door, with the sound of a typewriter clattering tirelessly inside. The lovely Mr. Li must be diligently writing, and the passing Dragon Mother offered heartfelt praise. She didn’t quite understand how such beautiful stories could erge from a typewriter. She had heard so and found them quite interesting, so she had Old Fang narrate them to her specifically, waiving half a month’s rent for him. It’s well-written, such a good man like Dantes deserves a woman like her; among artists, writers are the most diligent, and Mr. Li is the most diligent among writers.
David hadn’t engaged in much risky work lately. The money he earned last ti while playing with his life still lasted a bit. David was applying sothing to his body, not knowing what it was, but it’s said to moisturize the skin. Being a rcenary who relies on his looks, scars are okay, but the body should be smooth and glossy. A master of the flowers values details and taste, otherwise, how could he have the ladies swooning? Words alone don’t suffice. While applying and striking poses, ti unknowingly passed.
The Dragon Mother watched for a while, patting Justin’s head as she left.
Poor Kan was in his room pondering his unappreciated magic tricks — old-fashioned and boring, yet he remained modest. If he had compromised sooner, he could have enjoyed life. A man’s pri is short, the Dragon Mother shook her head reluctantly, the chance to save a decade’s struggle had passed just like that. Once missed, it would not co again. She now waited wholeheartedly for Master Simmons, even David’s temptations could barely be resisted.
The Dragon Mother raised her head and marched with a defiant gait thump-thump-thump to see Dalivin. Among everyone, she worried most about this lad. His face wasn’t bad, just unkempt. His drawings were okay, but can he make a living from painting? He’s not Mr. Li. Watching Dalivin in deep thought as he faced the easel, sotis gesturing, sotis worried, the Dragon Mother shook her head.
With keen people spreading it, rumors have begun circulating all over Hedan’s streets and alleys. Good news stays at ho while bad news travels a thousand leagues. So nobles and wealthy rchants, hard by the King’s reforms, took the chance to make a big clamor. They had long wanted a new king, and this event revealed an opportunity, like flies drawn to blood, speaking with animated gestures and vivid rhetoric. The rumors beca increasingly intense, reaching the point where it’s rumored the King eats children’s hearts every day.
Yet the City Guard and Night Patrol received orders not to stop these rumors, emboldening these people further. They all attributed it to Prince Oliver, yearning for him deeply. If Oliver were king, he should have been to begin with; how happy life would be.
Most ordinary people, however, did not believe the King was the Inner Demon. Although voiceless, they firmly rebutted. But if this trend continues to evolve, coupled with so dramatized incidents, people’s minds could still be swayed.
Li Xin, having finished dinner at Old Morton’s, watched as Old Morton cared for the neighbors with a perpetual smile. Young Morton was not only handso but also excelled academically, a top student in the Grace Class.
Another bowl of beef soup with extra at was placed in front of him, "Old Morton, I can’t eat anymore," Li Xin said, patting his stomach.
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