Chapter 39: Girl, Fortune Smiles Upon You

Isn’t this just messing with his nerves!

“Hungry? Let your husband take you out for a meal.”

Good heavens, with just one sentence, both of them grew tense!

Su Qingli immediately realized what was happening and responded with excitement, “Okay!”

As soon as the car came to a steady stop, another vehicle came speeding up from behind, its screeching brakes piercingly loud.

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The five beaten members of the Azure Dragon Hall were naturally not willing to accept defeat. After all, the Azure Dragon Hall was the foremost of the eight great branches of the Black Hawk Organization, and its strength was in no way inferior to that of the White Tiger Hall.

Lin Xiao was also pushed back some distance by the surging energy waves, and many people around were thrown off their feet.

Earlier, when she told the Crown Prince to call for the authorities, it was only a bluff, but she hadn’t expected him to actually order someone to go. Murong Zhuangzhuang was deeply vexed, feeling she had brought harm upon Zi’an.

Outside Shou’an Palace, ministers still knelt in petition. For several days, they had taken turns kneeling. Grand Tutor Liang spent three or four hours there every day; the rest of the time, he left the palace to carry out his affairs.

As cries of astonishment rose again, Old Cheng was helped to his feet by his two sons. When they let go at Cheng’s honest urging, he managed to stand upright on his own.

Nan Zhi saw his foolish grin and was suddenly reminded of a meme she’d seen online: “If I just smile, maybe they’ll let me go.”

As the saying goes, nothing is better than the old. Qian Yuan had long made up his mind to elevate the secondary capital, Yingdu, directly to the new capital of Great Qian. The original capital, Shendu, would not be abolished, but rather become the reserve or old capital.

The members of the Bull King Mercenary Corps rushed out one after another—someone had come to their doorstep to provoke them, and none could sit still.

Yet the five Battle Emperors understood clearly that such attacks were all the more lethal. If Zhong Jian were struck, his body might appear unscathed, but he would certainly suffer irreparable internal injuries.

Turning Ning Hongyuan’s words over and over in his mind, he found there was indeed some truth to them. Although Elder Zhu was guilty, he was a man of considerable talent. During the fierce battles between the Divine Sword Sect and the Ten Thousand Sword Sect back then, this fellow had been of no small help.

“Aren’t you afraid I’ll kill you?” Xiao He asked in return, glancing around at the furnishings in the room.

“No wonder the prefectural magistrate dared not lay a hand on Inspector Hua. So he has such powerful financial backing.” Mu Churan felt even more assured in her judgment: on this trip to the south, she must settle the matter of Inspector Hua.

Tang Anru’s wedding was held at the Imperial Splendor International Hotel in Lincheng. Compared to Qi Mingya’s previous wedding, this was far more convenient for the guests—they didn’t need to arrive early to check in, unless they were coming from another city.

Chief Steward Li wiped his tears as he asked, “Your Highness, Eleventh Prince, what has happened?”

Du Gu Yifeng and the others cursed Chen Yu inwardly for his shamelessness as he turned to flee, but they followed suit and ran off as well.

That morning, Qin Shu, unable to contain her anger, seized the chance after her run to leap onto Ling Mohan’s back.

Looking up at the sky, even though he had repelled Shen He and drawn the Heaven-Suppressing Sword, he had vomited several mouthfuls of blood afterward. For a moment, he could barely hold himself up, sinking to one knee on the ground.

The tribulation clouds seemed to have gathered enough; a bolt of lightning, even thicker than before, shot down from within the clouds.

Mo Xing selectively sheltered some of the weaker disciples within a purple bracelet, while all members of Wolfslayer remained outside. He deliberately let these magical beasts serve as Wolfslayer’s trial, to hone their combat prowess.

At the very top, Emperor Tang Xuan said nothing for a long time. Only after a while did he glance at Wang Hong with eyes as cold as ice, brimming with murderous intent.

The fight ended with the man’s miserable scream. Fan Fan couldn’t help but wonder if he had exhausted himself on her, leading to his defeat. The thought lifted her spirits, if only a little.