Volume 1, Chapter 23: Psychological Warfare-Depois de me tornar monja, toda a mansão do marquês implorou pelo meu retorno(Vinho de espinheiro e pêssego)

Shizhao got out of the car. Before her stood a bustling calligraphy and ink shop, with customers coming and going.

Ye Ziluo did not think much of Ji Qiu’s reaction. He merely took it as concern for a friend, and was not without feeling touched. Yet both his identity and his origins were secrets, and that meant he was fated never to deal with Ji Qiu and the others with complete candor.

The Qin delegation consisted of Guo Tu as chief envoy and Jiang Gan as deputy envoy, with Lü Zhi and Lü Cheng accompanying them to learn the ropes. As for the Kushans, Taige had transferred Goran Khan onto the negotiating team to ensure that the talks proceeded smoothly.

Julie could not breathe. Her pure, delicate face flushed crimson from suffocation. Li Er released his grip, and she collapsed to the ground. The chill of autumn, already making itself felt, rushed into her lungs, and moments later she let out a cry that shook the heavens.

Gui Zi expressed great interest in going inside to look around at once. After glancing around the Gentle Breeze Studio, she had Ye Ziluo send her to the void.

Had Beiming Lei been there, he would have recognized the speakers as Numbers Seventeen and Eighteen—the very two people he had saved.

In truth, the Qin army was no different. After spending far too much time on the campaign, it needed a period of rest, as well as time to consolidate and digest the territories it had occupied.

The people around them began whispering among themselves. The moment Tan Yanran heard them start steering the discussion astray, a blaze of anger ignited in her chest.

Just as the silk quilt shifted, Rong Rong opened her eyes. Seeing Gongsun Yu, her dark eyes flashed, and an involuntary, sweet smile bloomed at the corners of her mouth. She edged over slightly to make room, then crooked a finger at Gongsun Yu, signaling for him to get into bed.

Everyone watched in utter enchantment. It was neither Feng Weiche’s fierce, vigorous power nor Feiya’s slightly chilly elegance, but an entirely mesmerizing grace. To render combat in such a wondrously beautiful manner was truly beyond anyone’s expectations.

Some people in the Eastern Palace were growing restless, and Old Zhu repeatedly sent men to inquire about the situation outside the Hall of Veneration.

Zhao Qianlu’s eyes turned cold in an instant. Then she sprang into the air, releasing all the fury in her heart at that very moment.

The Crown Prince’s assistants naturally centered around the Three Tutors of the Crown Prince. Although everyone now knew that these positions existed mainly to guide the Crown Prince in morality and protect him with circumspection, they were little more than honorary titles.

Before Old Zhu, Zhu Yuntong had indeed shown concern for his own family. Yet it seemed he had not favored them without limits.

With headlights sharp as an eagle’s eyes and a bold, wild, streamlined design, the car embodied the highest realm of automotive craftsmanship. Its lacquered body gleamed with a snowy-white radiance, breathtakingly dazzling, as though it belonged to a vision of ultimate luxury from a world of the future.

They spoke of a man whose mind was filled with learning and whose words flowed like polished prose, yet who had become so nervous during the official ranking examination that he could barely speak. In the end, he had not even been awarded the lowest Ninth Rank and was unable to enter government service.

This was a disaster. If anyone learned that Feng Yuqin had died while she was with him, she could never explain herself, no matter how many mouths she had.

Fortunately, Zhu Yuntong had always been diligent about training. Otherwise, he truly might not have been able to outrun Old Zhu. After all, the old man had once wandered far and wide and conquered the realm; even now, in his sixties, he could still keep pace.

The Immortal Venerable Hao Ling departed with them. The four formidable warriors from the Asura Realm also withdrew silently to the Iceflame Sect. This time, the Iceflame Sect had achieved a complete victory, and it was now time to clear the battlefield.

The mountain of ice stabbed straight into the heavens like a sword mountain. The gravity it contained surpassed everything before it. Although Wu Dongtian’s physical strength exceeded that of other cultivators, the agony he endured at that moment was extraordinary.

“So, before the Sword Mound Ruins officially open, there’s a good chance we’ll have to fight a round with the Muge Sect first?” Zhang Yan considered the matter carefully. When something valuable appeared between two opposing factions, who could resist trying to get involved? By then, they might not even bother with preliminary friction—it would hardly be strange if they simply started fighting the moment they met.