Chapter 31: Stinky Big Brother

The Princess Consort of Marquis Pingnan paused, stunned. "Lin Xuan? Do you mean the one from Grand Tutor Lin’s family?"

The Third Young Miss looked confused. "Huh? I don’t know, sister-in-law. Why such a strong reaction? Who is this Lin Xuan?"

"The death of the eldest Imperial Princess was linked to him..." The Princess Consort stopped herself, adding, "Do not mention Lin Xuan to anyone. Act as if you know nothing."

The Third Young Miss nodded, half-understanding. "Oh."

The Princess Consort changed her clothes.

"Right here. Take a look—how much do you need, and which piece?" The steward walked to the wagon and picked up an axe.

"Very well. I understand." There was no surprise at this outcome; although it would take a little longer than originally planned, it was the only choice. Ships were rare in the North. If they were in Jingzhou or Jiangdong, gathering them would have been much easier, but Yun Ting had anticipated this.

Whenever Mafa tried to reach for his blade, he was invariably met by Su Jiaoyan’s two slender swords.

Death or reaching the top of the city wall—there were only two choices. The Han soldiers climbing the scaling ladders naturally chose the latter; at least there was a chance that way, wasn't there? As for the former, it would happen if you failed to achieve the second, so there was no need to deliberately choose it.

Leaving Taiwei Cave Heaven alone, Zhu Tianpeng utilized the "Cloud-Piercing Technique" to reach the northeastern corner of Nanzhan Buzhou.

Over the next six months, Zhu Tianpeng devoted himself to practicing lightning arts. Whenever he heard thunder, he would rush out to observe, drawing close to perceive the essence of the lightning.

The White Rat Spirit’s twin swords danced wildly, yet they could never touch the Seven-Star Spear, forced into a steady retreat by the tip of the triangular lance.

A luxury car screeched to a halt in front of Jinyao Workshop with a piercing, grinding sound.

"Brother Xiang, did that old man’s words upset you?" Fu Hongying tilted her head and asked Xiang Hao.

Madame de Pompadour finally rose from her seat of honor, but she did not greet the eight guests; instead, she turned to the messenger who had delivered the letter. The man was in his thirties, with the standard appearance of a Germanic person and an arrogant, cold demeanor, as if he were a Prussian nobleman.

The host smilingly replayed several highlight clips, including Bo Chuanhuo’s flamboyant live stream, the boss sweeping the sniper prize pool, and Wu Jin and Ying Ren’s dance battle.

Fang Yusheng began to struggle, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not break free. The other party remained indifferent, not saying another word.

After the man left, Su Zhenming’s lips curled into a smile. In high spirits, he glanced at the phone on the desk and pressed the number one.

Mr. Gong was domineering by nature, but he doted on his wife beyond measure. He was a legend in Cangcheng, and Ye Qianchong had certainly heard many stories about him.

Now that she was starting a company with the pocket money Wei Xiao had given her, it was only right to give him half the shares.

The production crew, having been startled many times already, stared at the monitor in utter confusion. It took a long while for someone to recover and howl, "Holy sh*t." Two words were not enough to express how they felt at that moment.

He would never admit that those questions were the ones he had asked first, nor would he admit that he had been the one driving the narrative the whole time.

He had ordered two of his subordinates, skilled in stealth and disguise, to infiltrate the Mo villa during the banquet to steal the item. But before long, contact was lost, and he knew they had both perished at the hands of the Mo family.

When the mountain pass fell silent, Lin Zhuo nodded at Deng Zilong. Over six thousand special forces troops marched straight toward the rear of the pass, leaving the cowards cowering inside to their own devices.

The flashes were like the explosion of a star at the end of its life, dazzling the eyes and allowing the guests to fully savor the wonderful feeling of being the center of attention.

Chen Liqing remained on the hillside, calling for the surrender of the remnants of the Zhang family’s troops. These soldiers had no morale to begin with; they had only stayed out of loyalty to Li Dingguo. Now that Li Dingguo had tumbled off the cliff, his survival uncertain, they had no will left to fight and surrendered to Chen Liqing.