Volume 1, Chapter 40: She is mine, and always will be
When Song Nanyi awoke, it was already the next morning. The sunlight was piercing, streaming through the window warmly. Outside, the snow on the branches was slowly melting. Huo Shixu was not there. The nurse said he had left after answering a phone call before dawn.
“Rat-a-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat,” the bullets roared, tearing through the guards before heading toward De Yi and his group not far off. Not only were the common people shocked, but even Qing Zhuzi and Zhishan wore expressions of horror, their gazes turning to Huiming beside them.
At that moment, Mumu poked her head out. She glanced at the armored Hao Te, wrapped up like a rice dumpling on the ground, then at Mu Zhen. A part of her memory was activated, and she smiled at Mu Zhen.
Rong Qian’s voice was calm and composed. The steward immediately found a pillar of support and hurriedly nodded before stepping out to make arrangements.
“It’s not just the Wei family’s private guards; there’s also a group of unknown assassins from the martial world,” Lin Zhizhi did not conceal anything.
“I shook hands and embraced those three. I was happy to see them, and I could feel they were just as joyful inside,” Sawei muttered to himself.
Indeed, Emperor Li the Second was very jealous of his own son! After all, none of these children were as close to their father as they were to Li Chengqian, the elder brother.
Along the way, Lady Li enthusiastically described the general appearance of the wedding she planned to Rong Qian.
Having idly drunk three cups of tea and eaten two plates of nuts, Li Chengqian finally couldn’t hold on any longer. His yawns started to erode his fragile will, and before long, he drooped his head and drifted off into a conversation with the Duke of Zhou.
Heaven only knows that in this southern wilderness, the hidden strength was not limited to just these three. There were others at the top, and if other forces learned that the Tyrant’s Blade was in his hands, what would become of him...
Sensing this, Lin Yu furrowed his brows tightly. His Clear Wind Sword immediately swirled in the air, tracing a semicircular sword screen, setting a layer of defense around him.
At this moment, at the edge of Qingzhou, lay a desert shrouded in thick fog. The ground was dark red, and when the wind rose, the dark red sand was lifted, forming blood-red whirlwinds that roamed recklessly across the desert.
County Magistrate Zhao Yuan and the county’s wealthy families feasted Wu Shigong and his party on lavish meat dishes, then offered a batch of rewards, hoping the Henan army would leave the county town soon.
Seeing Yun Ye’s confident demeanor, Yue Daoqing was overjoyed. But upon hearing the words “Phantom Sea Coral,” not only he but everyone present was momentarily stunned.
“What about the messenger sent by the rebel? Chang Jing, aren’t you going to check on him?” Deng Qifan asked cheerfully. The Runing army treated Li Zicheng’s surrender as a joke.
Looking down, Zhuo Susu was exhausted like a wad of cotton, only exhaling but not inhaling. An Zichang smiled faintly, gently placed her on the round table in the center of the room to lie down, then quickly shook her legs while supporting them, finally releasing her breath.
When this heavy accusation was cast upon her, Mu Yelai’s face instantly turned pale. Staring blankly at Du Hengshuang, her lips parted, but she couldn’t utter a word.
Meanwhile, Xiao Bofeng slowly sat up in Xiao Biechen’s arms, his face deathly pale, showing that Song Qingming’s palm strike had severely injured him.
As he spoke, the door to the private room suddenly swung open. The visitor smiled, ignoring the staff’s attempts to block the way, and barged inside.
“Crazy Brother is right in front of me. Why not just say whatever’s wrong directly? Why call me?”
After waiting for a full incense stick, when the Snake Hour came to a close, the candle just went out. This meant the enemy was all asleep; now was the perfect time to move. He immediately raised his hand, signaling everyone to get ready.