Chapter 47 Still Not Ready to Settle Personal Matters

There is no shortage of trickery in the martial world. Sometimes, it only seems like the wine has been swallowed, when in reality, it has flowed elsewhere through a hidden tube.

That evening, intending to quickly grab something from a street vendor to satisfy his hunger, he unexpectedly received a message from Shanshan inviting him to dinner. He had assumed it would be noodles, but to his surprise, she suggested a barbecue stall, treating him to grilled meats and beer.

Du Meiren was the emperor’s youngest consort, only a few years older than Xi Lan. She had entered the palace six years ago, had no children, and often spent time in the company of Noble Consort Yu. She was a saint among saints.

But later... Leng Dicheng forced her to resign. Stripped of her work permit, she no longer had the credentials to stay.

The phone in his pocket began to vibrate. Glancing around to see no one nearby, Li Xiang pulled it out and saw the call was from Feng. He quickly answered.

Li Xiang was no fool; he could tell that although Hong Qilin had reconciled, he still harbored resentment. If he stayed for the banquet, there was no telling what tricks that group might pull. Taking the compensation and leaving was the safest choice. The banquet would probably taste bitter to those people anyway.

Sun Hong and Wu Tai sat together in silence, each focused on filling their own bowls. Clearly, they were quite satisfied with the food.

“So, Brother Zhang, how come you haven’t starved to death?” Liu Mingsheng set down his burden, straightened his back, and grinned at Old Bandit Zhang.

“Impossible! I’m just a bit surprised—it feels like I’m dreaming.” Zhang Tianyi looked at Lin Suyi, unable to hide the smile on his face.

Cai Linong’s knife paused instinctively in midair, the blade already slicing into the sleeve of Tan Guogang’s pajamas.

“If you’re too blind to recognize kindness, then... die.” The words were murmured softly, as though lamenting, yet also condemning.

With all his strength, he punched the stone wall, shattering it completely. The tumbling rocks battered Wu Hao’s body, but he did not dodge, allowing the debris to rain down.

The man wielded an ancient, elegant cauldron, exuding an extraordinary and ethereal aura. Strands of immortal light radiated from within him, as if he were about to ascend to the heavens—an astonishing sight.

Hong Tao struck with a light, effortless palm. The surge of force grew fiercer, stirring up billowing clouds of dust as it swept across the earth, just like a furious, crashing sea.

By the time he tried to withdraw his iron spear, it was already too late. Han Meng pulled with all his might, sweating profusely, but only managed to slide his own hands. The spear seemed fused with Lü Bu himself.

Of course, most of Bai Sen’s recent encounters had been on the scale of army-level battles. In terms of military prowess at that level, Wang Ming was undoubtedly the most formidable—even Bai Sen could not compare. That was the strength of someone with an entire world as his backing.

Judging from Huang Mengmeng’s behavior, attire, and even the first-class ticket home, it was clear his family was quite well-off.

The meeting between Zhu Biao and You Jingyan stirred not a ripple, but days later, Liu Bowen had already uncovered the misdeeds of several ministers.

The red-haired zombie could no longer remain still, crashing its body against the surrounding walls, relying on its formidable physique. Yet in doing so, it managed to coat itself in a layer of golden sand.

Everyone was stunned by this speculation! The entire space seemed to freeze, plunging into silence.

Looking at the manor now, it was bare and desolate. Because of An Yutong’s allergies, Qin Leng had already ordered all the flowering trees and grasses removed, and now the last leaves had fallen.

At that thought, I gave a cold laugh, bit down hard on my tongue until the taste of blood filled my mouth, and only then did I stop.

Yan Xun pondered. This Qimeng had suddenly returned without explanation and insisted on marrying him. There must be some hidden turmoil. It would be best to send A Qing to find out. The two had known each other before, so perhaps Qimeng would be willing to speak to A Qing.

“The first and second madams have never gotten along—how are they so united this time?” Mu Yun, who had been dozing at the side, was roused by Lan Xin’s words and asked curiously.

After all, the three were commanders of the Sea Pacification Army, famous generals with many military exploits. To be killed just like that was truly shocking.

“The first snow fell so suddenly and heavily—it’s a rare sight.” On the second floor of Banbian Tower, in a quiet private room by the window, Li Shuci cradled a cup of warm goat’s milk and spoke leisurely.

An Yutong slowly drifted off in Qin Leng’s arms, and he too closed his eyes, passing a dreamless night.

“Watch these people. If anyone tries to force their way in, beat them within an inch of their lives. It’s illegal trespassing—if they die, it’s not our responsibility.” The second madam went inside, and naturally Huang Fei followed, but not before giving these instructions to his subordinates.

Lotte understood well the importance of intelligence—for himself and for the nation. Throughout history, dynasties that neglected intelligence work suffered repeated defeats or even total destruction. Possessing the soul of someone from a later era, Lotte could not possibly overlook the significance of information.

Su Luoluo gazed at Rong Xuan, whose enchanting smile suddenly prompted her to slap both paws onto his face and give him a thorough rub.

The young gentlemen were eager to invite Qin Qing to dance. Many gathered around, bringing her wine and desserts, and naturally, some offered words of comfort as well.

Dugu Xia withdrew his gaze; it seemed he had simply never paid attention before, which explained his earlier confusion.

He had intended for Shangguan Yao to eat on her own, but when he looked up and saw she hadn’t taken the bowl, he resigned himself to patiently feeding her, offering spoonful after spoonful.

These words utterly infuriated the old master. His expression grew wild, like an aging lion, and flames of anger burned in his eyes.

Just then, the theater’s lights dimmed abruptly. The noisy chatter faded, and the film’s opening theme began to play on the screen.

Gu Yuansheng spoke softly—so softly that Su Moyan felt she would miss it if she didn’t listen with all her might.

He pulled Gu An into his arms, reached up, and tore off his mask, revealing the breathtakingly handsome face of Xiao Yan.

“Zhao Ming, did you question Steward Liu?” When Zhao Lü arrived, he saw A Jiu clutching Qi Yao’s belt tightly. That posture, that expression—hardly befitting a man. Thinking of the face so like A Jiu’s, his feelings grew all the more tangled.