42 Confession

Even Lu Wuchen, who was naturally optimistic, could not help but feel self-pity at this moment. His eyes wandered restlessly around, as if that was the only way to calm the disappointment raging within him. After all, that was a territory which even Zhou Yu had failed to conquer. If Sun Quan were to capture it, wouldn't that be tantamount to telling the world that he, Sun Quan, was far more brilliant than Zhou Yu?

"One bottle, plus two drachmas," Carabis said, taking a bottle from the shelf and handing it to the other person. When Portia bought this, it had cost only a sesterce.

Thus, imperceptibly, Liu Bei found himself wondering why his ambition to contend for supremacy under heaven was growing fainter by the day. Liu Bei knew very well in his heart that even if he struggled for a lifetime and eventually had the opportunity to supplant Pang Shanmin and rule Jingxiang, would the common folk of Jingxiang truly recognize him, the Imperial Uncle of the Han Dynasty?

Murong Ping reined in his horse and turned back. By the time Yue Wan caught up and the two sides were fifty or sixty paces apart, two of the armored horses behind Yue Wan let out a mournful whinny, spat white foam, and suddenly collapsed to the ground, hurling their riders a great distance.

With three consecutive dull thumps, the makeshift stockade gate collapsed with a crash. Wang Liang swung his saber and shouted fiercely, "Charge in—!" The three thousand nighttime raiding vanguard bypassed the caltrops and poured straight into the Yan camp through the gateway.

A sweet fragrance drifted from the pink smoke. Sniffing it slightly, Lu Wuchen felt his limbs go somewhat limp. He immediately held his breath, circulated his inner energy, and waved his palms rapidly. Gusts of fierce and tyrannical palm wind scattered the smoke in all directions until it vanished without a trace.

This was also a bureaucratic technique of protesting too much. Never spell everything out completely; usually, reveal only seventy percent and leave the crucial thirty percent shrouded in suspense, which made things appear much more upscale and mysterious.

Hearing the commotion of the Yan army, Sun Ba grew even more anxious. They only had a little over fifty men, barely enough to hold off the Yan troops guarding the city gate, but unable to guarantee for how long. Once the Yan troops from the nearby barracks arrived, this surprise attack would be a failure. Not to mention the heavy price a frontal assault would exact, its success or failure remained entirely uncertain.

"Of course it's me! Hahaha, who else did you think it would be? You have Tian Chunxue!" Dai Tuowu's chilling voice echoed from within the deep cyan pile.

"Sister, don't cry. Take your time and tell me what's the matter." Qin Lianye was also somewhat flustered. She retrieved the handkerchief from her sleeve and hurriedly helped wipe away Shen Qingwu's tears.

Xie Changshu lowered her gaze and turned toward another direction. Who would have thought that a pair of brocade boots would suddenly enter her field of vision? Following the boots upward, she caught sight of the furious look in Yan Qingshan's dark eyes.

Seeing the bugs crawling right up to their chins and about to crawl into their mouths, the two men dared not conceal anything further.

Therefore, he naturally assumed that this Lingwu Grand Tournament was of paramount importance to Su Yunliang. If she failed to advance to the repechage, she would certainly resort to other methods to steal the spotlight—such as handing over spices and formulas to others and enlisting their help to win the championship.

After rinsing off again, she casually threw on a robe, grabbed her phone while walking out, and dialed a familiar number. The first call was hung up, and only the second one was answered.

After the Lord Marquis and his wife departed together, Princess Yongjia, who had stubbornly refused to shed a single tear or show a trace of yielding, instantly burst into a flood of tears that drenched her entire face.

After the bustle subsided, the Grand General's Manor appeared all the more desolate. Shen Qingwu sat beneath the burning red candles, watching the flickering flames, looking rather listless.

He looked again and again, hesitating on how to extract the wine, when Shen Qingheng silently produced a jade wine ladle, gently lowered it into the wine jar, and with a single lift, drew out the clear liquid.

"Then tell me what you want to talk to me about." Su棠 had no intention of heading upstairs just yet, choosing instead to quietly watch Zhang Huihui.

As the family member of a nurse, one heard so many details about child care every day that their ears grew calloused. Even Luobu could take care of Yanyan skillfully, let alone her mother, which was why her older sister could go to the hospital with peace of mind.

The next morning, Zhao Hongling was inside making baby sleeping bags alongside Wu Yunqing, Aunt Li, and Aunt Hao when she suddenly heard the sound of barking. Going out to investigate, she saw it was Sun Xiangmei who had arrived.

At the previous Shengfeng Tower banquet, talented young scholars had been as numerous as clouds and rain. Relying on her pretty face, Xue Rumei had actually managed to befriend Jing You, the second young master of the Prince of Huainan.

Even if both sides struck with a bit more brutality, it would not pose a major problem, as long as they were not killed on the spot, there was still a chance of saving them.

Hearing this, the Prince of Yong'an glanced back at Xue Rumei. That single glance was so chillingly cold that it made her feel as though she had plunged into an icy abyss.

Wang Cheng nodded. It was obvious that the people attending this event were essentially either wealthy or noble.

Hu Shiniang could only shake her head. Ye Yiqing was a genuine early-stage expert of the Real Realm, so how could Bajin possibly be a match for him? Unless she went herself, but she had also fallen victim to an ambush and would need twelve full hours to recover her internal energy! A wave of grief surged in her heart, and tear after tear rolled down her cheeks.

In the online world, the news of the Fox City winning the championship spread across the entire internet within the blink of an eye.

Following closely behind were Lady Qin, Xue Lingji, and a retinue of family servants and maids, presenting a menacing and aggressive aura.

When Ling Zi left, she glanced at Bison, who nodded gently. With a faint smile, she left the office.