Chapter 46: Turbulence in the Imperial Harem

The soldiers all lived in the northern part of the city, and the further north one went, the more dilapidated the houses became—so much so that it seemed like a different world compared to the city center. The mudbrick houses were all built by compacting yellow earth, topped with thatched roofs; the battered doors and windows let the wind slip through the cracks. Ao Bai could not fathom how people survived in such dwellings during winter—it looked as though one would freeze to death inside.

“Old Tang? Heh, I’m here to report some very good news and to ask for the young master’s advice. And you?” Qin Erbao, being about the same age as Tang Shaoyi, called him by the familiar “Old Tang.”

“Of course. From the very beginning, when he and I made money off the Japanese earthquake, up until now, we’ve known each other for years. How could I not understand him?” said Li Jupeng.

“She won’t die, will she?” Han Jiaren, all tough words but soft-hearted, reached out to gently massage the nape of Yue Yingfeng’s neck, only for Yue Yingfeng to catch her hand immediately.

A chill ran down my spine, my pupils contracted to needle points. At such close range, with a modified gun, not even a soul master could dodge a shot like that.

After reading the letter, Hong Taiji was not angry. He sent someone to treat the messenger well, prepared gifts for Sun Chengzong, and dispatched an envoy—Fang Jina and nine others—to the city of Ningyuan for peace talks. Since both sides had already been in contact multiple times, Sun Chengzong personally arrived at Ningyuan and received them with all proper courtesies.

As for that so-called Netherworld Shadow Claw, he had used it before and found it unimpressive. Compared to the Soul Suppression Technique, it was hardly worth mentioning.

Had it been in normal times, Lin Zhengyue would have had at least ten thousand ways to thoroughly humiliate Zhang Jinchi at the meeting.

Though the video was a parody, it also made a point: sometimes, when you think you are doing a good deed, you might actually be doing something harmful without realizing it.

Everyone’s expression turned into one of anger—these people from Yanjing were becoming more and more arrogant, not even considering their seniors when dealing with a new student. Even their supervising teacher did nothing to stop them, clearly indulging their behavior.

Li An and his target were positioned in a T-shape. After the lead tank rolled past, the special forces soldiers that remained were lined up like targets for him to shoot.

Unconsciously, everyone raised their teacups for a sip. The tea was a vibrant green, with a rich fragrance and a mellow, refreshing taste—surely a high-grade variety.

South of the canopy bed were two trunks and a cabinet for storing everyday clothes and odds and ends. To the north stood the dressing table, adorned with fine bronze mirrors. Xu Miao sat Cherry down in a chair and naturally reached for the comb, which startled Cherry greatly.

In fact, although Chen Liming had been in politics for only ten years, he had already risen to one of the top ten positions in Jiangnan City—a future of limitless potential. Even Gu Chao and Cui Xiaoxiong, with all their wealth and influence, treated Chen Liming with utmost respect, not daring to overstep in the slightest.

“Xingyuan, wait a moment.” The elderly man with white hair, sharing a room with Yamamoto Xingyuan, called out as Xingyuan was about to leave.

Now, he couldn’t explain himself to the other side, and could only hope it was all his imagination. Otherwise, the consequences would be severe—not just for him, but for all his subordinates as well.

She struggled lightly, but the three loops of hemp rope were tight, biting into her skin. She exerted more force, the ropes groaning, and in an instant, they snapped.

“The language here is different from the ones I know.” The booklet she held up had crooked writing scrawled on its cover.

“Has Wang Fang’s boyfriend or husband arrived? If so, he needs to sign.” Dr. Qian spoke with utmost seriousness.

Sitting in the car, Zhou Na felt awkward, shifting uneasily. Her legs, tightly pressed together beneath her narrow skirt, rubbed lightly as though some itch tormented her.

On the broad, flat Fedor Plain, danger now lurked everywhere. On every square kilometer of land, a colossal tree had appeared—this was the transformation skill of the Archdruid’s second awakening. Four second-awakened warriors patrolled around each giant tree, standing guard over the Archdruid.

Under such circumstances, no matter how resourceful Han Xue, Su Su, and Ruan Xinrui were, it would be impossible for them to investigate—especially since the patient was Lin Feihong, not Young Master Ye, so there was no way to trace it.

“They also say those two companies are suspected of illegal arms and ammunition manufacturing, maybe even drug trafficking—a real mess. Officer Huang has already warned me not to have any further contact with their people, to avoid getting caught up in their troubles.”

With this thought, Abdul chambered a round and aimed at Lei Zhan, ready to fire again. Aisha clung to Lei Zhan, determined not to let him be harmed, even if it cost her life.

“It seems there should be some other items as well, though I’m not sure what they are—they must be quite valuable,” said Elder Huangshi.

At that moment, the golden point of light floating above returned to the dantian.

Everyone had just witnessed Zhao Ru suddenly collapse, though no one knew who had harmed her—this was where Chu Liuding’s keen mind came into play.

Whether acting as the leader among these people here or as the archbishop in the Holy Spirit Church, Karina always felt that Su Yang was immensely impressive.

After all, spirits are things none of us can see—even if I told them, they probably wouldn’t believe it.

Hearing this faint remark, Nalan Heng gazed at her, his eyes deep and far-reaching, though the corners of his mouth lifted in the subtlest of smiles.

It was clear these were students about to graduate, making their best preparations for the final exams. An Ruo was just like them; the moment when a long-cherished wish could finally come true would be rooted deep in her memory.

They were all together, wasn’t the wedding just a formality? As long as the outcome was right, that was what mattered. An Ruo kept telling herself this, trying to suppress the flush on her cheeks. After a few minutes, she finally calmed down and turned to look at Lu Ling.

A faint blade aura rose, yet it shone with a radiant brilliance. In that instant, within a hundred meters, it was as if all sunlight had been drawn in and concentrated on Li Yunmu’s strike, all its vitality absorbed by his blade.