Volume 1, Chapter 38: A Fierce Battle

Just as the young man in fine robes was about to move, Su Li, who had been waiting for him, would not allow it. She let out a soft snort, and the long whip in her hand extended, coiling toward him.

"They are doing well. It is just that they haven't quite adjusted to living in Beijing. However, I am planning to bring them back to Jiangzhong soon. When they arrive, you should go see them so they won't have to worry anymore," Liang Jian said.

Liang Jian understood Feng Feng’s predicament, but he felt he could not accept the money, or everything would become impossible to explain. Liang Jian asked, "Brother Feng, what do you suggest we do?" Before Feng Feng could reply, the office door was suddenly pushed open.

I originally thought this matter would be easy to resolve, but it turned out to be far more difficult than I had imagined. It was simple: the situation was beyond my control. If Liu Quan were to leave, many tasks would be left without a proper handover.

While Lin Mu was practicing, the Great Yue Dynasty’s state machinery was set into motion. Elder Hua presided over the imperial examinations, recruiting talent from across the nations. Xiao Feng led an army of two hundred thousand, marching north deep into the great grasslands, conquering various tribes that were unable to withstand his forces.

"You shouldn't be talking right now. Just get some sleep, and we will talk when you wake up," Mo Jiuli said, directly striking Ye Chenxi’s pressure point to induce sleep.

Because of this, it was not easy for Zong Yun to take down this slave camp, but he would not retreat in the face of difficulty. If he were to shrink back now, how could he ever speak of the path of the sages?

As a Class A instructor in the Mecha Department, was it really appropriate to be so excited watching one's superior lose their temper?

They had lunch at the Lin Family Village fishing lodge again. This time, Liang Jian did not see Lin Chong. When he asked the county magistrate, Lin Jiayong, he was told that Lin Chong had gone to the city for work.

It was only because he was daring, aggressive, and fearless, combined with a simple mind, that Mo Cheng preferred keeping such a person by his side—it felt more secure.

"Weren't you full of energy earlier, clamoring to go search for tanks? Why are you refusing to help me now?" the Chief seemed somewhat annoyed.

The two continued to venture deeper, eventually descending underground, where their field of vision suddenly opened up, revealing the scene before them.

Wu Yong decided to talk to the security guard in the booth first. However, to avoid alerting the enemy, he had changed into plain clothes before coming out this time.

Therefore, the Chongzhen Emperor only allowed him to continue speaking for the sake of appearances; as for the content, he neither cared nor believed a word of it.

Han Kuang was deeply displeased when Zhao Nanxing asked him to introduce the new emperor to everyone. Although he was highly capable, he did not like to show off in front of others. Furthermore, commenting on the emperor in a public setting would only provide others with leverage to blackmail him.

Accepting the new clothes, Sun Yi looked at Murong Yan, who had become lively and was no longer reserved; he felt as though he were seeing that figure from his past life.

"Is this... a custom Cadillac phone?" Seeing the metal-textured phone shimmering in Ning Tao's hand, Long Bin could not help but be stunned.

Unnoticed, it had reached seven o'clock in the evening. The sky was still bright, yet Xu Leigang had finished his practice and stood up.

"There is nothing there. Do you want me to look at your palm lines? I don't know how to read fortunes," I remarked.

I was just about to step into the factory to check on Second Uncle and inform them that I had resolved the situation here, when a sudden, chilly gust of wind blew past, causing the withered grass on the ground to curl up in fear.

That afternoon, my father did not say anything more, because he knew that whatever he said would be in vain. There was no way to return to the time years ago when I dismantled that Luban lock box. The ghost marriage was fated, and even if I died, I could not escape it.