Chapter 61: Zhen Xi’s Knot in Her Heart

Half an hour later, Gu Yuanhuai returned. He flopped down on the seat opposite Bai Huan, his eyes red, silent and withdrawn.

Bai Huan looked at him, then at Ming Yan and Dou Kou.

“What’s the matter? Did you get scolded?”

Dou Kou shook her head so vigorously it looked like a rattle-drum. “His Lordship questioned the young master about his studies. The young master recited a passage from the Analects and even solved a few arithmetic problems. His Lordship seemed quite pleased and even praised him.”

Bai Huan gazed at Gu Yuanhuai.

Matters such as mercenary hiring—the Abbasid Caliphate itself had done so before; they wouldn’t mind. As exchanges like this became more frequent, the sense of belonging among the people of Lixian to the Chinese Empire would only grow deeper.

The dog training program, even if it couldn’t turn Black Rice Pet House into an overnight success, had still drawn so many canine applicants that business had risen to a new level.

Even Galian hadn’t realized that his current influence was enough to shape the direction of the French art market.

Although the shot Kong Zhendong made last time was dazzling, a person who didn’t even own a racket probably didn’t play much; that shot was most likely a stroke of luck.

In Ashina Zacharias’ eyes, the imperial palace of the Chinese Emperor was perhaps the most luxurious in the world, second only to that of the Great Tang.

Weren’t you planning to send your puppies to me for training and profit? Didn’t you hope your competing dogs would learn a few tricks here?

The next day, Kong Zhendong boarded a flight from Amsterdam to the capital via London.

The northern weather was dry; the chilly, arid air was less penetrating than the clammy cold one felt in the Yangtze and Huai regions.

Under the combined forces of earthlines and alchemy, the ice wall coursing along its set trajectory possessed an unstoppable momentum, demolishing anything in its path—be it crowds, cars, or even skyscrapers dozens of meters high—sweeping forward with an icy roar.

She remembered when filming that television series, whether in the Northeast or in Hong Kong, the local cast and crew from Hong Kong had treated her with marked politeness, sometimes bordering on flattery.

Though the jewelry had been a gift from her aunt, she couldn’t afford to think too much about it now. With the marquis’s household beset by internal and external troubles, she had to find a way to break the stalemate.

He was trying to save the child, but with so many people dragging him down, he might find himself powerless in the end.

Old Master Jiang supported Jiang Hao, who was covered in blood, and watched Jiang Yue’s figure disappear into the depths of the forest. He reached out helplessly, his eyes brimming with sorrow.

Feng Tao, owing to old injuries, had already retired. He was previously a General of Loyal Courage, a rank among the top of the many generals—though the title itself suggested limited ability, and he had mainly been promoted out of gratitude for past service.

Madam Shiji would not abandon her quest for vengeance just because she had obtained a Golden Elixir; yet, being outmatched for now, she could only bide her time in hiding. Tianzhong and Jinling naturally agreed—this war for the Investiture of the Gods was aimed precisely at the Interception Sect. The two sides were fated for a life-and-death struggle, with no room for luck.

The room was full of people: leaders from the municipal committee, the foreign affairs office, the overseas Chinese bureau, and the education bureau.

The jewelry ranged from extravagant—complete sets of gemstone ornaments—to simple silver hairpins, bracelets, and earrings, suitable for giving as gifts or rewarding servants as needed.

Tianzhong gave his senior sister a reassuring glance, then used the Sky-Opening Sword to cut a path into the rift, his figure vanishing in an instant.

Thanks to cooperation with the Spanish organizing committee, all the Chinese football team’s arrangements in Spain that June were the very best.

I know that in my current state I’m nowhere near Tang Hucheng’s level, but today, I simply refuse to lose—especially not to Tang Hucheng.

Qipan Ridge was a mountain range lying between the great city of Donghua and the old stronghold of the Sun and Moon Divine Court. It wasn’t particularly famous—if not for the locals, few would even know its name.