And all that glitters is gold
"Oh right" said Leon as he was reminded by the Gatling Guns. He went towards the metal giant and flew towards it's chest. It's cockpit opened, Leon climbed in and then pressed a few buttons to remove Heavy Arms Gatling Guns.
"Résumé? For what?" Kunot-noo niyang binuklat ang laman ng folder at bahagyang binasa ang ilan sa mga naroon.
Lyra: *chuckle* sorry could you please bring it here ? I am very tired *puppy eyes*
"You' re gorgeous, you are great, go now and dont be late!"
Sepertinya ada ekspresi aneh di wajah Master Ruyi.
The birthday banquet scene at the Yang residence is one of those moments where the author just drops you into a room full of people smiling at each other and you immediately understand that everyone in that room is plotting someone's destruction. Let me paint this for you: Shi Ruyi is sitting on a stone bench, Wen Youan has found her and is now ignoring literally everyone else to pester her, Yang Yu is trying to flirt with Wen Youan while simultaneously trying to make Shi Ruyi uncomfortable, and Yang Shu is watching from afar like a hawk. But the real worldbuilding gold is in the political undercurrents. The text tells us that Yang Shu's birthday wasn't just a family gathering — it was a display of power. Emperor Zhaoyuan sent envoys. Various ministers presented gifts. He was "the envy of others." And Shi Ruyi is watching all of this from "a corner" like she's studying a specimen. She's connecting dots about the Queen Mother's true intentions — why favor Yang Shu so openly if you're actually trying to protect someone? The theory that the Empress Mother is playing a game of "two clashing, the fisherman profiting" is such a sharp observation about how court politics actually work. But what really makes this scene come alive is the sensory detail: the warm weather contrasted with Shi Ruyi's cold sweat, Yang Yu's "forced smile freezing" when Wen Youan publicly humiliates her, the way everyone avoids Shi Ruyi because "His Highness seemed down today." This is a world where your emotional state is public knowledge and everyone is performing. The stone bench itself becomes this perfect metaphor — she's sitting apart from everyone, physically present but emotionally detached, watching the machinery of power turn while trying to figure out who the real players are.
I threw all my clothes in the closet. Tears flowed in my eyes as I sat in front of the door. Flurries of Black fell from nowhere and everywhere. "Alíce? I didn't mean that." I heard Stark say softly. "Let me in. Don't shut me out." He whispered. I could tell he was sitting in front of the door too. I placed my hands in my hair. I closed my eyes and shut everyone and everything out. It was easy to do since I've did it for so long. He slammed his fist on the door as I faded to Black.
"Sigh i'm not getting any sleep tonight, Am I?" said Amelia as she placed her hand on her head.
I turned around just as the last book went back to the shelf and walked to the sofa to lay down. The stress of having a rebellious successor can take down even hero, huh.
When everyone had arranged themselves in formation they started off towards the next entrance.
"Let's go." The prince grunted and moved quickly to investigate the weird occurrence. The men moved toward the flames and tried to keep sight of them as the snow flew around them.