Chapter 80: The Happiest Person in the World

“Sigh, why are you telling them this?” The old gentleman, hearing her speak, looked reluctant and tried to stop her.

The aunt said nothing, merely turned away, her shoulders shaking with quiet sobs.

Seeing this, the old gentleman quickly set down the water and medicine in his hands, and gently tried to comfort her. “All right, all right, it’s my fault for saying the wrong thing. Don’t be so sensitive!”

Qian Lai and Qiao Muting could not make sense of what was happening, nor did they know how to respond.

For a moment, the atmosphere was thick with uncertainty.

Yet here, every word he uttered betrayed his ignorance; the drinks prepared by Mr. Wang were truly in a class far above anything his own cellar could offer.

“Heh, you’re not old at all; you’re in the prime of your life!” Zhou Mufeng stroked his beard with a laugh. Though it was mere politeness, it also showed that the two parties were on quite good terms. Since Tong Tianmen had agreed, Yuan Tongtian let out a hearty laugh as well, waving toward Gu Shifeng.

Nava also let out a long sigh of relief. Anke had been his subordinate for many years; unless it was absolutely necessary, he did not wish to open fire.

I walked over for a closer look and realized that this car was actually a Porsche 911—a true luxury vehicle.

Su Zhuzhu was usually as aloof as could be, unmoved by the pursuit of hundreds of wealthy and handsome men. Yet today, she had taken the initiative to hug and kiss a poor student. What on earth was so charming about this Chen Lang?

On the other side, Chanyu led his remaining twenty thousand cavalry in a desperate retreat. He could not help but look back at the fallen royal tent. For so many years, this was only the second time it had been overrun—the last was five years ago, when the Northern Tang Tiger led his army here.

When the time came, the villagers hiding within the county city would surely freeze to death, unless they had the means to rent lodgings—which would cost a fortune! Though the villagers were honest and did not criticize openly, their hearts were filled with resentment.

These people, seeing the great formation’s archway, fixed their burning gazes ahead like hunters on the prowl, faces alight with bloodthirsty excitement, their crimson tongues darting to lick their lips with perverse delight.

Clearly, after drinking the orange juice, Coulson was far less cunning and deceitful, appearing more genuine. He, too, had taken a liking to this shop with its miraculous orange juice, and in his mind, he felt there was no harm in this place.

Then, the talisman bullet, which had already changed direction once through arched shooting, altered its course yet again in midair.

Yet, seeing her again later, he understood—her eyes were resolute and composed, as if she would never yield to anyone.

“Why?” Shen Huan pondered. Ji Qingxuan was the son of the deposed crown prince, the de facto leader of Nanzhao. His status was both sensitive and important, and he was openly opposed to the court. To ally with him was no better than bargaining with a tiger.

In the afternoon, when she went to the Zhangs’, they kept her there and also called Tang Yan, Tang Fang, and Tang Hong, intending to wait for Tang Shining to return so the whole family could dine together.

Madam Liu’s expression soured; she had thought Zhang would relent, but to her surprise, Zhang became even more unyielding, and she glanced at Tang Shichang.

But Chu Fang refused to say another word, and Lin Feng had no way of knowing what Chu Fang truly was, nor what he might know.

A perfect curve appeared at the corner of Master Yan’s mouth. The blue flying sword he had flicked aside was almost entirely ineffective against the Demon Sealing power—this was a contest between completely different levels, like a twenty-year-old adult facing a five or six-year-old child.

“Are you suspecting that they came for the jade pendant in your possession?” Lin Feng immediately caught on, frowning as he asked.

Master Yan’s pupils contracted sharply, and a hint of murderous intent, impossible to conceal, escaped from within him.

Wu Ming said nothing, merely curled his lips in a faint smile, clenched his fists, and gave his neck a twist. His joints cracked loudly, exuding a powerful threat.

Meanwhile, Cao Ren’s army entered Youzhou from Bohai without encountering any resistance and marched straight to Fanyang. After traveling day and night to reach the city, Cao Ren’s forces camped outside for just one night. At dawn the next day, Dian Wei, burning for revenge, led the troops in an assault on the city.