Volume One, Chapter 47: Double-Line Fishing

King Xuan’s eyes lit up at the words. Of course! The Turks and Northern Yan have always been at odds, with constant friction between the two nations. He could absolutely make use of this! Suddenly invigorated, King Xuan urged, “Go on!”

“Yes, just now I heard your aunt mention it. You could ask the commander in charge of the imperial guards whether they’ve noticed anything unusual,” Xue Mu explained. For example, he had managed to acquire quite a few source stones, all from fortuitous encounters that those prodigies had had—various ancient ruins, remote relics, even primordial sites.

Not only was Village Chief Zhang stunned, even Sister Zhang settled down from her anger. For a moment, the silence was almost frightening.

She didn’t know why Lu Jianghe suddenly spoke these words, yet now, her and Xue Mu’s actions felt all the more justified.

She thought that living in this world no longer held meaning for her, so she wished to end it all. It was a self-sealing resolve, difficult for any external force to sway.

This was Fang Tuo’s true strength, hidden for years and never revealed, but now he had no choice but to display it to threaten Fang Zheng.

With the New Year fast approaching, I absolutely have to return home and celebrate with my family. So this matter must be settled before then; time is tight. If I want to quietly topple the towering tree that is Murong Cun, I’ll have to expend some effort.

“Don’t talk nonsense...” Chu Shiyun instantly grew embarrassed and hurriedly lowered her head.

Bai Yu, arm around Chu Shiyun, strode over to the imposing luxury car, opened the door, and laughed softly.

Didn’t the cleaning lady just say Shen Muqian hadn’t come for ages? Today, as soon as she arrived, Shen Muqian appeared.

Suddenly, she felt somewhat despicable—always wanting to see the true face behind the mask, never considering that what others keep hidden is often due to unspeakable pain.

Ming Yue’s eyelids twitched. Seeing He Zhizhou’s face darken further, she wondered if she should offer some words of encouragement to bolster His Highness’s spirits. The prince, failing to peel his first grape, looked at his hands and, frowning, resolutely plucked a second.

When she arrived, she heard that the lawyer, Mr. Zhao Feiming, had returned once again, bringing another visitor to see him.

Mu Pingting’s endless questions troubled Mu Liyan, stirring up his mind. These were real issues, yet he still had no idea what to do about Chi Qinghe.

Since she’d decided to help from the start, she might as well see it through and ask what the current situation was.

Yet the visitor had no mood to admire the Princess Long’s mansion. He strode onto the nine-curved bridge built of white jade, heading toward the silent, seemingly deserted embroidery tower.

“This time, you must go inside!” Determined, Wei Rong forcibly helped her up, and Chang Tian and Ren Xiang together lifted the wheelchair, carrying her into the Xiangshan Villa.

As she pondered, she saw Han Shuo deep in thought as well; he always managed to pinpoint crucial details.

“Let’s do it! Who’s afraid?” Chu Tianyi wriggled free from his chest, arching her brows, her expression full of challenge.

There’s a saying: either you erupt from silence or you become twisted by it. Yan Qiuyi felt that all the trainees were hesitating between these two extremes, about to put one into practice. Either they would flare up and overthrow the instructor to rule the roost, or conserve their strength and bide their time to exact revenge.

Actually, thinking back, she realized she knew almost nothing about Mo Zixuan. Even when her self-deceiving excuses unraveled, she finally understood that, aside from those days, that night, the moments they touched, she truly possessed nothing at all.