Chapter 75: Sharp Tongue, Soft Heart

The emperor had only spoken a single sentence, but Lu Qingqing had already guessed what he would do next. She felt no ripple within her heart, and even found it almost laughable.

“I believe the legacy of the Xie family marquisate should not be lost,” the emperor declared.

“As Your Majesty says,” Xie Zhiyun replied, feeling uncomfortable as well. Yet after his father had committed such a disgraceful act, they had no choice...

However, with the advent of internal force firearms, the decks of warships had also been improved accordingly, allowing martial artists wielding true force guns to fire steadily from the deck at long range.

After succeeding, Yang Zhen twisted his body once again, suddenly appearing at their flank. The blade in his hand flashed, and yet another man fell dead beneath it. Only then did these foes realize how formidable and terrifying their opponent truly was, and were immediately frightened into retreat.

“This time I am truly ashamed to disturb the masters’ peaceful cultivation. Moreover, I have behaved most improperly—I have not brought only a few attendants, but rather...” Upon entering the temple grounds, Zhong Yu couldn’t help but look back at the imperial guards following close behind—there must have been two hundred of them.

Zhu Ren’er’s body crashed heavily to the ground, her face contorted in pain. The Soul Branding Chain was a soul technique, and for Zhu Ren’er, who already suffered a wound to her soul, this was nothing less than adding insult to injury.

Yet this world suddenly grew oppressive, as a violent, savage aura welled up.

Seeing that even the county magistrate had done so, and that the refugees had indeed witnessed the townsfolk lining up with bowls in hand for porridge just like themselves, their sense of grievance finally faded.

“Not good! Something’s happened!” Suddenly, flames streaked across the sky in the distance, immediately drawing their attention. Mo Yao, the lord of the Great Wilderness City, turned pale and cried out in alarm.

At this moment, Shangguan Yun Yao would certainly not let the opportunity slip by. The Black Tortoise Seal became a terrifying shadow, swooping down to crush Lin Zhi with unstoppable force.

Choosing a flat rooftop, You Kuang drew the silver spear ‘Dawn’ from his storage necklace, held it lightly in one hand, closed his eyes, and sat cross-legged.

Many times, you think you’re the mantis stalking the cicada, but reality turns out otherwise. Lu Haiyang thought he understood her well enough, setting a great net to ensnare her. But would Xiao Xiwei really be so foolish as to willingly fall into his trap?

“Yes!” Awu responded, a great ring-bladed saber appearing in his hand, crackling with electricity—he was clearly a rare thunder-attribute Star Warrior.

After bathing, Ning Fuchen went downstairs, ate two bowls of beef noodles, and was about to head to school when he noticed a middle-aged man in a designer suit nearby. The man’s face was dark and ashen, clear signs of grave illness.

Xiao Xiwei’s expression shifted as she raised her eyes to Chu Xizhi. Her lips parted, but she didn’t know how to begin.

Lu Cheng turned his car at the intersection in front of the jewelry store; he planned to go to Ji Wei’s company to find her. His car passed a flower shop across from the jewelry store, but after driving a short distance, he pulled over and walked back to enter the flower shop.

Upon calming down, she realized her brother’s words made some sense. Escaping back now would not only destroy relations between the two countries, but also make the King of Yan a laughingstock among all under heaven, while she herself would become the target of public scorn, an untenable position.

Tian Rui pursed her lips, and for a moment, she even felt a pang of pity for the son of the Lord of the Horse Command.

Watching the shifting expressions on Zhang Shu’s face, how could Chu Yanzhi not see through his thoughts? He let out a cold laugh and suddenly clapped his hands.

Shang Jin put down her phone, resting her chin on one hand while absentmindedly tracing circles on the table with the other. She had never told Xu Moye where she worked—could he have arranged for someone to investigate her?

“Yu Qian has yet to return with any news, but please rest assured, my lord. I believe he will surely find the consort,” Awu said, easily perceiving how much his prince cared for Ling Feifei. Although the prince had always kept a cold face, given his temperament, if he hadn’t been indulging Ling Feifei, he would have turned against her long ago.