Volume One, Chapter 53: The Matter Escalates

The Song family forcibly abducted my wife, leaving my son motherless at such a tender age. I have traveled thousands of miles to the capital simply to demand justice and take my wife back home. I am powerless and merely a country bumpkin with no special abilities, so I beg all you kind elders and neighbors to uphold justice for us father and son."

With that, without the slightest hesitation, he slammed his forehead heavily against the ground, kowtowing repeatedly with loud thuds. His forehead quickly bruised and swelled, blood welling out and trickling down in a winding path until half his face was stained crimson, looking utterly terrifying.

The little boy's cheeks were slightly sunken, and he cried with a mess of snot and tears. He wiped his face with a dirty little hand, leaving a streak of dark soot across it.

It was impossible to tell whether it was nasal...

Of course, when it came to charm, she might not necessarily surpass Yuanchun, but she was younger and much more beautiful than Yuanchun.

"What? Is there a flower growing on my face?" Zhiyun's gaze was so piercing that it was hard for Ouyang to pretend not to notice.

The first to notice that something was amiss was naturally Hanoer, because she had never seen Gu Yan like this before.

With things developing this way, the situation opened up completely. Before the imperial decree even came down for the second selection in the forty-fifth year, the Manchu nobles in the capital had already begun dressing up their family's younger members in their finest, eagerly awaiting the outcome.

After everyone had officially introduced themselves, accompanied by Brother Yu, we went to the room to rest. After having lunch, we were wondering how to pass the time.

Ziyun didn't care who slept with whom; it was already generous enough of her to let him sleep in the inner chamber yesterday, but today she was definitely sleeping in the back room.

"Cultivation? You call this cultivation?" Ziyun looked at Mr. Liang with utter contempt. His cultivation level was inferior even to that fellow who had been glared to death with a single look.

"You really have a strong sense of responsibility!" Yu and Feng exchanged a glance, teasing their good friend. Feng suddenly said, "However, this doesn't look like you at all! It makes all of us a bit unaccustomed to it! Right, Yu?" With that, Feng glanced at Yu.

As for what would happen in the future... when things truly reached a point where they could no longer be delayed, she would just find an excuse to break up.

Anran walked to the middle of the two groups. Over the past two days, she had gained a tiny bit of new insight into the trajectory of the silver dragon she had seen last time, and it was just the right moment to test the results.

"Get to the point!" Interrupting Liu Rengui before he could speak, he yelled a stern reprimand at this rat-faced scumbag to prevent old Liu from flying into his habitual rage.

This situation left the kings who had not betrayed the Wei Empire feeling immensely fortunate, yet deeply shocked at the same time. They discovered that their subjects no longer seemed to be truly their subjects, and the palaces they inhabited were no longer symbols of noble status, but rather resembled luxurious prisons, with their original subjects acting as the prison guards surrounding them.

Yang Tingting was stunned, Hao Li was stunned, Old Zhao San was somewhat dumbfounded, and the smiles on everyone else's faces froze entirely, utterly unable to believe it. A four-year-old child possessed such exceptional knife skills.

However, Blood Wolf did not have the plane take off again. For one, the aircraft's fuel was completely exhausted, meaning even a successful takeoff would not allow them to return to Sumatra. Secondly, an aircraft takeoff required permission from the control tower, and forcing a takeoff would lead to severe consequences.

Meanwhile, the Wei Empire's envoy, who had previously been placed under house arrest by the dog-slave emperor, had also regained his freedom and was treated as an honored guest. This envoy was the very same official who had accompanied the dog-slave envoy back to the dog-slave territory last year to handle affairs.

"To have a hobby reach this level is truly remarkable. Heh, Director Han and titles like that are what outsiders call me. If you consider me a brother and don't mind, just call me Brother Han," Han Dong said with a smile, proving himself to be a rather decent person.

When it came to teasing him, the production team, along with Lee Soo-geun, Eun Ji-won, and the others, always shared an astonishing tacit understanding.

Upon arriving at the meeting room, Albert, Jem, Houton, Robert, Bailey, Colt, and Bella—who was accompanying Li Han—virtually all the top executives of Hank Farm were present.

On the third day, the Roman army's offensive grew even fiercer. The atmosphere of the entire battlefield seemed somewhat different from the previous two days; the Roman army appeared determined to capture Ctesiphon city on this very day.

After making a fuss for quite a while, Cai Yan's anger subsided slightly. She glared fiercely at Cao Le and said, "Cao Le, follow me!" With that, she turned and walked toward her bedchamber.

When Shen Linfeng and his companions successfully completed their task, Jin Mengyao returned in high spirits with one wild rabbit and two wild pheasants. All things considered, it could be called a fruitful harvest.

Li Tingyu and Li Dingguo had already taken down their crossbows, cocked the strings, and nocked their arrows, aiming directly at the Jiang brothers standing behind the table.

Meng Qiaofang looked deep in thought and nodded continuously; Huang Erxing blinked his eyes, savoring the underlying meaning of the words; while Halamu widened his eyes and let out a shout.

The realm of cultivation was not vastly different from Earth; at least the practice of drinking tea still existed. Moreover, some high-level cultivators, in order to cultivate their moral character and soothe their minds, would sometimes deliberately seek out and treasure fine teas from the mortal world.

Following Liang Yuliang, Chen Yang traversed through the stars via dozens of teleportations, though he had no idea where they had finally arrived. Eventually, they reached a star with relatively sparse stellar energy and depleted resources.

He abruptly opened his eyes, a thought flashing through his mind as he waved his left hand. Instantly, more than a dozen ice needles flew out swiftly from his palm.

His words instantly reignited the fighting spirit of a group of men. They patted the drifting snow off their clothes, muttering curses under their breath as they followed the footprints of the man who had just spoken.

Cheers filled the air as soldiers embraced one another, and the wounded soldiers in the rear also relaxed, their faces bearing expressions of relief. It seemed that everything was finally over; Limburg was at peace, the goblins were routed, and Lelouch had regained precious time for development.

Heart-weary, he retreated to Wuhua's stone platform, looking with a heavy heart at the mischievous Yue Yingya.

Looking at the halting garrison army, everyone thought the shock ended right there, but it was not enough—far from enough.

Ruilian's expression turned stern as she silently withdrew, though the trace of stubbornness in her eyes refused to fade away.

A sharp glint flashed through Master Yan's eyes as his speed suddenly surged, propelling him forward by another margin.

"Zici, let's set off as well!" Although Guo Jia noticed Chen Ren's silence, he simply assumed Chen Ren was feeling sorrowful about parting ways with Xun Yu.

The line of sight grew clearer and clearer, and suddenly a scroll of imagery surfaced in his mind: a man in red running a sword through his chest. He collapsed into her arms, calling out her name. His blood stained her wedding attire, stinging her eyes.

The scene Qin Han most wanted to see, of course, was for Chu Nan to capture Tang Ming alive and then slowly interrogate him to find out who was pulling the strings behind the scenes.

Jiang Yubin glanced at Suixin, a flush of color rising to his face. Embarrassed, Suixin turned away to pour more tea.

"Imperial Brother, one should never push things to extremes, or your life will be in peril!" Zhao Wuyou dropped a harsh warning at this moment, which put immense pressure on Zhao Shen. After all, if Zhao Wuyou were to kill him, it would be a routine matter, requiring virtually no great effort at all.

Because they needed to conceal their movements, the marching speed was much slower than usual. After marching for about ten days, they finally managed to bypass Chengguo. At this pace, the army would be able to reach Hanzhong city in three days.