Chapter Thirty-Six: Compensation

Xiao Junji arrived at Prince Gong’s mansion in a whirlwind, but his timing was poor.

"His Highness is still reviewing cases and likely won't be back for a while. Fifth Master, is there something urgent?" The elderly steward, seeing the young man’s haste, assumed something major had occurred.

"I'll wait a while. This matter requires the person who tied the knot to untie it. It will be fine once the Fourth Brother returns." Xiao Junji knew what Xiao Junchi had been busy with lately and dared not occupy too much of his time.

Fortunately, Xiao Junji did not have to wait. Furthermore... the team leader was actually that dissolute dandy, Feng Liyue! What kind of luck did Feng Liyue have to be able to recruit Feng Mohan, Yun Maning, and Mu Limo into the team?

Chatting here was not exactly appropriate, as this was Tony’s mansion, so they moved to the entrance of the courtyard to continue their conversation.

"You..." Yan Zhenze looked at Zhen Xi with a face full of worry, but the moment he uttered a single word, he was silenced by Zhen Xi’s sharp, piercing gaze. He had no choice but to follow in the footsteps of Yu Mengmeng and the others.

After Scarlett finished speaking, she smiled, pinching Wang Xuanyuan’s ribs. It was late March, and since he was wearing a thin down jacket and other cold-weather layers, Scarlett didn't manage to pinch much flesh, but the less flesh she grabbed, the more it hurt.

The laughter gradually faded amidst the sound of drums. These mercenaries and merchants, having gained some spoils, returned to their cabins.

Up ahead, Bai Manman did not notice her. She adjusted her sunglasses with one hand and sneakily glanced around. Finding that no one was paying attention, she slipped into an office.

"Thank you, benefactor." Yun Qingxue spoke. She felt she had just been filled with immense resentment toward her benefactor, but why? What had actually happened just now?

"A foodie’s vision is at its best when choosing food," Qian Xi muttered to himself.

However, to prevent public panic, the authorities likely could not release any news. At most, they would make secret arrangements to block outsiders from entering, then seize the items first to be sealed and studied.

"Heh heh, then don't blame us for not being gentle with the fairer sex." Another man gave a wink to the other three, signaling them to trap Qin Zheng while he intercepted Shen Qing'er.

Therefore, Lin Chong didn't actually take this to heart; saying so was merely a way to change the subject while motivating the others.

In fact, Wu Cheng even wondered if all of Wu Yi’s actions had been under the surveillance of the other party the entire time. Otherwise, it would have been impossible for the opponent to appear at such a critical juncture.

If that were the case, did it not mean that from now on, the Liao army would lose the mobility advantage of their light cavalry and could only learn from the Song people: consolidating their forces and cowering behind city walls for defense?

Until one day, on a whim, Li Xuan signed a "Titan’s Oath" with a professional before traveling together. By an even greater coincidence, that fellow had originally intended to scheme against Li Xuan.

"I don't know. Could there be some special meaning behind it?" Wu Cheng said with a smile.

However, their disappearance, while bringing humanity two months of peace and rapid development, also sowed the seeds of future calamity.

With all sorts of chaotic thoughts swirling in his mind, Lan Sui gradually let his consciousness settle, drifting into a state of restful sleep to rejuvenate his spirit.

Li Yanqing’s office was located right next to the Hall of Political Affairs. It was the former office of the Secretariat, now renamed the Hall of State Supervision. Since Li Yanqing concurrently held the title of Grand Marshal of the World’s Armies, the Hall of State Supervision also displayed another plaque: The Office of the Grand Marshal.

Xiahou Zijin laughed at her embarrassed and suppressed expression. "I was only teasing you. How could anything that hasn't been tested for poison be served to me?" He looked at her, smiling, and proceeded to finish a piece of hibiscus cake.

Upon learning the news, Zhuang Weiliang immediately seized the opportunity to propose to the tournament committee that Dongdong serve as a substitute.

These stagnant blood clots, obstructing the flow of vital energy and blood, were the true culprits behind his lifelong disability.