Chapter 33: Even the Soil Was Dug Up (Two-in-One, Requesting Monthly Votes)

The clearing of the cornfields did not cease until it was too dark to see. Because one or two corn stalks would become corrupted from time to time, the task was made significantly more difficult for everyone. Each group still had one or two plots left, which would have to be handled the following day. Some members of the land reclamation team had originally arranged with Gu Xiaomai to process the corrupted plants that evening, but due to the corrupted rain, they were forced to pause. It was their first time sleeping in the wasteland after such a downpour, and everyone felt uneasy and restless.

Approaching the dragon bed, Emperor Jiacheng lay half-reclined. He, who was usually high above and naturally imposing, now lay beneath the quilts, stripped of his imperial robes. Seeing the grey at his temples, he appeared suddenly fragile and weathered.

Listening to Ye Jiarou chattering away in her ear, Ye Chu could not help but grow sleepy. She inadvertently tucked a strand of hair that had fallen by her face behind her ear.

No sooner had the officers and soldiers dispersed in a chaotic flurry than the gates of the South City barracks collapsed with a heavy thud. By the faint moonlight, a dark mass of cavalry surged in like demons from the depths of the underworld. Blades flashed, and the soldiers, just jolted from their sleep and still bewildered by the situation, were cut down one after another.

They desperately tried to maintain order, but order had already collapsed. The students had spiraled out of control, swarming the main gate and demanding that the guards open it.

Sometimes the signal from Pei Si was intermittent. The system now believed Nan Shu’s words: there was definitely a system or something else residing within Pei Si.

However, if a war of that magnitude were to break out again, they would all perish; not a single one would survive.

In the past, when Qin Fengyi was in the capital, he was barely considered an eccentric due to his status and position. But things were different now. Since his true lineage was revealed and he had become a feudal prince, his actions had become increasingly extraordinary and unconventional.

Yi Feishi placed his hand behind Xie Mao’s head just as he was about to hit the floor, intending to help him lie down, when Xie Mao suddenly opened his eyes.

Li Jing stepped forward to straighten his lapels and rolled a hard-boiled egg over his dark circles, dressing him until he looked composed and refined. Only then did she say, "Calm down. Do not lose your composure; it is only a throne." After all, wasn't it already within their grasp?

They drove straight to the apartment after leaving the company. Su Jiaohan had asked her if she had any other luggage to move, to which she had replied no.

"You..." Pan Huang was momentarily speechless. Flushed with shame and anger, he wanted to charge forward, but was held back by Chunyu Jian and Zeng Menghong at his side.

Hearing Aier’s words, Zhi Yin’s face showed not the slightest surprise. It was clear that from the moment their group entered, Zhi Yin had already sensed the changes in Aier.

"What? Five hundred gold coins? If the quantity can be met, this price is acceptable, but I don't know what quantity you can provide?" The elder of the Li family still frowned; clearly, this price was far lower than his estimate.

Qing Ruifan grew more confused the more he heard, yet the fire in his heart began to burn. Murong Zhi—the person he cherished so dearly—was being called a "slut" by a madman. Even if it wasn't her real name, the sound of it still grated harshly on his ears.

With millions of troops marching south, the front line of the army was terrifyingly long. Every time they set up camp, the distance between the vanguard and the rearguard was nearly a thousand miles. As they marched south, it was impossible for the Russian army to maintain tight defenses everywhere; there were bound to be flaws.

At this moment, her mind was in total chaos. Fortunately, the materials she had prepared the night before were quite comprehensive, otherwise, she would have truly made a fool of herself. She feared that if she had left a bad impression on the bosses during her internship, it would be difficult for her to secure a teaching position at this school after graduating in her senior year.

"Say no more. The cruelty of last year's war is beyond your imagination... The National Security Bureau and the Green Party were left in name only after that war." The middle-aged man carrying a tray walked out, a faint smile still lingering on his face.