The Moon Goddess' Chosen - Chapter 529 - A Hard Conversation

Chu Nanli, the noble Goddess of Chu Kingdom, revered and worshipped by thousands.She concealed her identity and married into a foreign land, all for Ye Yunting's once spoken words, “In this life, this young master will only have eyes for you.”After the marriage, she diligently served him, cooking and washing for him, but he betrayed her, despised her, and let his servants oppress and humiliate her.Having just arrived, her scumbag husband wanted to force her to miscarry?As a military surgeon from the year 2090, she wasn't someone to be trifled with. Harm me slightly, and I'll retaliate a hundredfold! She hacked her path, eliminating enemies, seeking revenge, and even expanding her own influence.After their divorce, a renowned young general, an unparalleled court Divine Doctor, and an outstandingly talented top scholar all fell for her, each eagerly proposing marriage to her.Ye Yunting could only cry and line up, “Lili, please give this king one chance.”“Please let this king see the child, our child...”However, he was callously kicked aside by the almighty, unapproachable Regent King!“Get lost, my child doesn’t need a father!”

“The Fortune Dice has found its host. Initiating change in world setting”Wang Hao obtains a weird dice by accident and transmigrates to a parallel world where everything in the entertainment industry is completely different.There are six fortune attributes on the dice, Extremely Unlucky, Unlucky, Normal, Lucky, Extremely Lucky and Divine Luck, each lasting up to 24 hours.“Rattle —” Wang Hao closes his eyes and throws the dice on the table. When it finally stops spinning, he takes a closer look and immediately lets out a gasp!Staring at the top side of the Fortune Dice, Wang Hao has no idea what the future holds for him...

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.