Chapter 237: The Conclusion of the Patch Plan (Part Two)

Most importantly, the island’s workers, engineers, and soldiers had all, for the most part, drunk liquor from Nara. Yet tests on the liquor that remained showed no trace of any sedative or poison.

Liquor? Something about it just didn’t feel right.

“Souka! The truth is truly shrouded in mystery.”

Meanwhile, the local war in North China had yet to end. The Nationalist government, the Red Army, and patriots alike were watching Japan’s moves closely.

Although Chiang Kai-shek was busy—

Anyway, today I made a few slight changes to the piece on homesickness. I’m not sure whether they’ve made it better or worse.

Strangely enough, the prefectural city had not fallen. In fact, it was in Yunshan’s hands. More miraculously still, Shopkeeper Su and Chang’an were also in the city, and Shopkeeper Su had even become one of Yunshan’s advisers. Together, he and Yunshan had worked tirelessly to turn the isolated city into an iron fortress, repelling more than a hundred enemy assaults.

Hearing this, the Grand Princess was struck with terror. She collapsed to the ground, trembling all over, unable to utter a word.

“Don’t give me that crap! What does Liu Jin’s brother matter to us? The city’s full of good food, good drink, and fine houses. We’re just waiting to go enjoy ourselves. Why would we stay out here for even one day? Keep running your mouth and I’ll put an arrow through you!” Commander He grew even more brazen. He drew his bow and loosed an arrow.

Beasts and humans are different. Beasts have minds of their own; they will never form a pact with someone they do not wish to serve. Humans, on the other hand, often go against their own hearts. In that respect, they are inferior to beasts.

It wasn’t only the Sun and Li families who were perplexed. Even Ying’er and the others were deeply baffled, and their frustration eventually spilled out in front of Pei Xiner.

When Shui Qingshan booked the best private room at the Pavilion of Fine Taste, General Qiao Anguo grabbed Qiao Junyi and hurried over there too.

After Bai Yunhao finished speaking, he dashed off again. Feng Ruhuang and Nangong Ming were left standing there in bewilderment. Since when had the usually carefree Bai Yunhao become so busy?

Yun Jingchu didn’t press the little Iceberg any further. She was already used to his refusal to cooperate.

The others looked grave. They said little, responding only in low voices before dispersing in an orderly fashion under the Imperial Guard commander’s direction to search for a path down to the foot of the cliff.

In truth, Xilin Mingqi wasn’t the only one who had felt a sense of foreboding after hearing those words. She had felt it too.

The three cavalry forces charged deep into the enemy lines at once, splitting Cao’s two hundred thousand troops into three groups and cutting off all contact between them. Though they numbered two hundred thousand, the soldiers were now engulfed in panic, each fighting on their own.

Such passes were almost never issued, except to the country’s secret forces or to especially high-ranking officials.

With Mu Liang’s large family to consider, and Jing Sheng’s identity carrying so many entanglements, it was best to entrust him to an organization whose true reach even the counterterrorism forces could not fathom, and let them stand in front.

The opposite bank of the river lay quiet. In the distance, Hao’s army tents were scattered like stars across the sky. Lights flickered faintly in the main camp; most of the troops had evidently gone to sleep, leaving only a few soldiers on patrol and guard duty.

The figure who came into view at the sound of the voice was none other than Prince Jingxi, Xilin Mingqi, dressed in brand-new clothes, neat and spotless, his clear eyes and elegant bearing as striking as a jade tree in the wind.

“Hmph! Every arrow was aimed at you. Those weren’t stray shots!” Beichen Rongyu thought bitterly. He had seen it clearly: the arrows had all pursued Yongling. Even after he shot one down, the assailant hadn’t been deterred. Only when he shouted did the scoundrel finally retreat.

In the end, Situ Zhaoyuan could not remain in the Kingdom of Beiyue for long. Though his heart was heavy, he had no choice but to return home first.

Seeing this, Haobai couldn’t help shaking his head. Someone was clearly being hunted, but he didn’t go down to investigate. He did, however, extend his spiritual awareness, just in case anything went wrong.