Chapter Seventy-Six: The Situation Here

The name Su Jie has become a nightmare for the State of Zhao, and now seems poised to crawl up the bodies of the other nations like a worm gnawing at the bone. In Qin Zhiyi’s mind, an image flickered of a certain someone crouched on the ground playing with ants, looking for all the world like a gentle big dog.

“I knew it. If you didn’t need something from me, you wouldn’t have come to the palace. Speak, let’s hear it.” The emperor’s tone was cheerful, his smile warm as the sun in March, as he gazed at the face so identical to his first love.

But the injury from childhood had already faded; though it hampered movement, the pain had long since dulled.

“I have good news!” Gou Haodong could already hear his own heavy breathing through the receiver.

She was already gravely wounded, sustaining herself only by sheer will. Now, after being further infuriated by Qin Zhiyi, her face grew even paler.

Wang Xiaoqin, resigned, finally handed over her phone and her messaging app, along with eight hundred points of grievance.

Ning Chenyao glanced over the faces of those present, clearly grasping their thoughts, but withheld comment, remaining calm as ever.

Layer upon layer of intricate seals were woven into the seed before him; this was the culmination of his boundless Way, containing the laws of countless worlds, blended into a single crucible.

“You do show some loyalty.” Ci’an sighed. Even Li Lianying, the eunuch, seemed unwaveringly faithful. Eunuchs are human too—after earning a little money, the desire for a home is understandable. Ci’an seldom left the palace and wished to avoid bloodshed. Besides, her circle of loyal ministers was dwindling; how could she bear to kill another?

My movement to draw the Tai’e Sword slowed just a fraction—and in that moment, the Shadow Sword of Long Xuan left a deep gash in my right shoulder.

Madam Huang’s eyes flashed with worry, but she nodded and smiled. “Indeed, they call him a master of divination, but fate is not something he can truly foretell. Seeking trouble is only natural, and seeing his demeanor, he’s grown used to running.” Li Danruo sat down again, smiling as she nodded.

Ci’an understood that Scholar Tang’s lessons for the emperor were commendable, but some knowledge was so far removed from what the emperor could use in reality that it couldn’t be compensated for in the short term.

“Let’s eat.” An Yan’s tone was somewhat irritable. Su Yuyang watched Feng Ji with schadenfreude, thinking: You explain yourself to An Yan slowly. You tried to trick him, even if your words were true.

This wager delighted Prince Gong. He had negotiated with Russia many times without progress. Ci’an’s move was sure to lose; soon, real power in the Qing dynasty would be his.

“It’s nothing, I just like being with uncle!” Beibei shook her head happily at him.

Passing the bridge where Brother Li drowned, I deliberately lingered. The police found no clues, so Brother Li died in vain. Had we found Daoist Chen sooner, maybe Li wouldn’t have died.

Li Danruo shot a glare at Jiang Yanming. The inexplicable anger that had lingered in her heart dissipated by more than half.

Despite being gravely ill, she still came to watch the courtesan selection, clearly driven by love—though it seemed she could do little more than watch.

Zhang Shuo sat down cross-legged, extending his spiritual awareness fully. Though he couldn’t find a way out of the formation, he gradually sensed the fluctuations and flow of spiritual energy in his surroundings.

The benefits Blue Star Technology might gain from this deal were listed in detail. If Chen Nuo chose to cooperate, there would be hundreds of billions in profit and special treatment from America.

Ordinary people treated the event as gossip, but the city’s new elite knew: this was a contest between Bei Xiongwu and Su Yunjie, two titans in Bear Tiger City. Someone would have to yield.

The current situation in Central Capital was exceedingly complex. The emperor took one path, Li Yuanfei and Li Xier another, Prince An another, Prince Huai yet another, and Prince Zhi also had his own faction. With so many vying for power, who could guarantee victory, or that the winners would spare anyone else?

There were two principles for handling this: first, to investigate how Lin Tianwei and the others came to work at Blue Star Group; second, to find a way to acquire all the results of the Red Ribbon Therapy.

In the center of the palace stood a vast pool. It looked like a fountain, but the rocky center was embedded with several enormous stone eggs.

“That evil aura has vanished—it must have been Dad who defeated the villain!” Son Gohan exclaimed happily.

“Indeed. The road in front of Bird Grass Gate is much tidier than here; the lawns and shrubs along the roadside have all been trimmed.” Granny Yan nodded in agreement.

He gently closed his eyes. Five years ago, he had a promising career and a beautiful wife. After that day’s match, he promised her a self-driving holiday to a scenic place.

Though his face was benevolent, like a smiling tiger, a fierce, commanding aura dominated the room from deep within his soul.

Qiu Jing asked no more, but gathered her people and led Meng Qi and Mo Li toward the exit on another street at Ganquan Soup.

The speeding car raced through the city, neat streets gradually becoming ochre wild dunes. Dust swirled in the air, and far ahead, the horizon revealed a band of vivid blue between heaven and earth.

“De Zhu?” Xia Yi called out instinctively. On a pillow stained with dried blood, a chubby face dyed red slowly opened its eyes, gazing vacantly at the ceiling. Hearing Xia Yi’s voice, it turned slightly toward the sound.

The leader of the Changxin Gang retreated slowly, his gaze darting to the ruined gate, preparing to flee at any cost. Suddenly, Elder Cai halted his manipulation of the Iron Egg, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth and staining his fingers as well.