Volume One, Chapter 35: Jojo, How Did You Know That Was Zhou Cong’s Voice?

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Before the whole family sat down at the dining table to eat their New Year’s Eve reunion dinner, they all shared a toast with wine.

Gu Jin had bought the wine especially for the occasion. The television in the living room was on as well, broadcasting “Wishing You a Happy New Year” during the Spring Festival Gala, bringing the Ye family’s festive mood to its peak.

Seeing that darkness had fallen, Ye Qiaoqiao leapt to her feet excitedly, her eyes shining. “Dad, I want to go outside the military district and set off fireworks.”

At this time, fireworks were permitted at a designated location outside the military district. They were not very large—mostly little handheld fireworks like sparklers, along with firecrackers, snap pops, and other small amusements.

There were quite a few houses outside the military district. With so many people, they gradually gathered together...

In only a few more days, their troops would return to Dunhuang County. Once they arrived there, these veteran generals who had held high positions for many years would be able to quickly summon large numbers of soldiers and trusted followers, incite several friendly aristocratic clans, and send their forces out together to eliminate their opponents.

The scene outside the door was even more horrific than the one inside. Countless soldiers lay on the ground, moaning in pain, while some criminals, dazed by the shock, stumbled out of the cells in bewilderment and stared blankly at everything around them.

The moment Yang Chi stepped outside, he spotted a spacecraft not far away that had been knocked askew by the shockwave. He slapped the fat on Dowa’s body, then pointed toward the spacecraft while Dowa looked at him in confusion.

“Do you want to settle this matter? If you do, move aside at once. If you don’t, I’m done caring!” Long Feng replied with an expression that plainly said, Believe it or not.

Even the Ugly Taoist had seen such terrifying killing arts only once in his entire life—on the Ghost Emperor.

If they truly granted it, the imperial court would never be able to reclaim those lands in the future.

“Forget it. Most people would naturally give the main account to the man, thinking that men have purchasing power. It’s perfectly normal. I’ll just use this account.” In truth, she still harbored an indescribable misgiving.

“Boss Yang, I owe you my life this time. Without you, I would already be dead.” Camilla spoke with heartfelt gratitude.

Liu Pepper watched the Pan family clutching their heads and laughing uproariously, while the onlookers treated her family with cold indifference. She slowly closed her eyes, a flash of icy light appearing within them. Wasn’t it time to find out who had killed her son?

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After dealing with these matters, Ma Chao ordered the entire army to return to camp. Although they had successfully accomplished their strategic objective, the three thousand soldiers under his command had endured a prolonged battle and were already utterly exhausted. They desperately needed to return to their station and rest.

The guards who had previously stood outside Ye Qingluo’s room hurriedly recounted the matter of his earlier attempt to exchange the wine.

She had merely said it offhandedly and paid no attention to the odd expression on Qiu Yunbai’s face. By the time she sensed danger, it was already too late. Qiu Yunbai rubbed his teeth against her back, frightening a startled cry out of her and sending her bouncing off the bed.

The only explanation he could think of now was that the person who had handled this matter might not have been Old Ghost himself. The Night Qilin organization was so vast that perhaps it had been the work of one particular figure within it.

After all these years, she had finally let go. From that day onward, there would be no more Purple Princess of Petra.

It seemed that Landlord Qian had plotted and arranged this entire affair. It was merely unclear whether he had conspired with Old Zhao.

“This matter truly ought to restore Yumo’s innocence. The decision is yours.” Old Master Qiu understood what Qiu Yunbai meant by those words.

When the young people learned that Chen Mu and his guards had rescued them, they became even more excited. They immediately seized Chen Mu’s hands and thanked him again and again.

Then came a thunderous shout. The stone slab was flung aside, breaking into several pieces with a deafening crash and startling Old Pan into a violent jolt.

When they returned to the old residence, Dabao had already awakened. He was sitting in the living room, playing chess with Gu Zhengde.

Shen Yue remembered that the clothes she had bought were still at the luxury boutique, and that she had not even paid for them yet. She immediately turned around and went back inside.

If Liu Mu’s hot-spring harbor had not happened to contain a waterway nearly five li deep and a hundred zhang wide, Qin Qiong would never have been able to see either of those two gifts.

Jess naturally kept watch over Yan Zhengxi and would not allow him to cheat. The two of them went hunting in the woods with several tribesmen. Although Yan Zhengxi knew nothing about hunting, Jess had taken great pains to teach him how to draw a bow, apply force, and aim at his prey. They then began practicing in earnest.

While Li Shimin spoke with Liu Mu, the four imperial guards spread out around them. Their purpose was not only to ensure safety, but also to prevent anyone from overhearing their conversation.

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“What kind of madness are you up to now?” Ye Zhiyuan flicked his forehead, tossed him back onto the sofa, and sat down to one side.

They had originally agreed that neither of them would touch the other, but Ye Xiaomei had broken that rule.

He was deeply reluctant to say such words. Nor was he magnanimous enough to speak on behalf of a rival in love. But he did not want Su Xia to go on living while carrying that wound—a wound that had made her lose faith in love.

“That’s wonderful. Ning’er will never lose Father Emperor again.” Having received his promise, Leng Xianning broke into a smile in his arms. No matter what happened, as long as Father Emperor forgave her, that was enough.

Before them stood a being that surpassed imagination and broke through the limits of thought. He was born, he existed, and he moved forward with slow, unhurried steps.

He stared blankly at that fair, harmless-looking handsome face and those nearly transparent eyes. Why did the man look not the least bit evil, yet possess such a ruthless heart?

However, what Oka never expected was that just as he and the others were carefully examining the strategic map marked with the current distribution of every force in Britain, realizing that the situation was extremely dangerous and seemed to be developing in a deeply unfavorable direction, two successive surprises descended from the heavens and struck him senseless.

After Lin Xiaoxiao looked at the slip she had drawn—“Imitate a donkey’s bray”—she threw back her head and brayed several times in front of the entire middle-school class. Her performance was not merely similar in form; it was uncannily accurate as well. After leaving everyone stunned and speechless, she passed the challenge at once.

“Why are you here?” Xu Xuefeng asked in surprise when he saw the kitchen door open again and found Lin Xiaoxiao standing there.

“Mother, I don’t really remember.” Changning’s bewildered voice held a trace of unease. She lowered her head and did not dare look into Madam Jiang’s eyes, afraid that she would notice the flaw.