Volume 1, Chapter 25: Never Fails to Disappoint

Mu Xiaoxiao glanced at her coldly, curling the corner of her mouth without a word, but made a throat-slitting gesture on her neck. Sima Junrong waved his hand without looking back; to him, to die with value on the battlefield was fate. Mu Yuqing noticed that Xu Xingguang didn’t get angry but sat on the sofa with a sullen expression. She immediately nodded, unwilling to stay near him for another second. No wonder Assistant Liu said that when Xu Xingguang calmly faced a situation, he pressured everyone around to the brink of madness.

Four men in black had injured two and lost a gun, leaving two men and two guns remaining. The sound of the roof being torn off must have been heard by everyone in the building—her anger and humiliation boiling over, she bit down viciously on his shoulder. Though an ordinary person with no military political indoctrination, she appeared so noble. Indeed, here came a flawless, thirty to sixty-five-degree angle handsome man—but he belonged to someone else’s boyfriend.

He told himself one glance was enough, yet after looking, his heart felt inexplicably empty—she was finally married. Shen Qianqian maintained a calm face but was flooded with unending questions. Then she thought, Helian Yao had nothing to do with her. Warriors on the battlefield often parted and reunited rarely; if slain, they left behind lonely widows. If defeated, returning meant the emperor might slaughter their entire families. Surviving was already a great fortune.

Tang Tiantian stared at the two like discovering a new continent, her eyes reflecting the predatory gaze of a hunter. The nanny took a deep breath outside Yue Luo’s door, steadying herself before gently pushing it open.

Though Ling Hua was a princess of Beiliang, now only the wife of a minister, the Empress Dowager of the Great Zhou naturally paid her no heed. In the wind, Zhang Yunhua couldn’t hear what Xiang Kang said, only saw his lips form “sorry.” He smiled bitterly and turned away. Fu Yue cast a cold glance and said, “Hua’er, you don’t need to deny it or feel ashamed. Only Gong Fusuo would fail to like you.”

At that moment, a red sword gleam flashed through the smoke, dispersing the dust to reveal a bare chest adorned with five hard beast scales gleaming with a faint sword scar healing visibly. Such scenes were common; they often entertained different guests, many men asking about such things.

Jiang Ziya cast his spell, leaving the old Southern Zhou patriarch dumbfounded, while the two brothers with clairvoyance and keen hearing in the Great Shang camp burst into laughter. Xing Yun naturally overheard their conversation. Though he didn’t understand why they wanted to harm Gu Yunxin, he would never allow anyone to hurt his sister Yunxin.

Then, with both hands, he lifted a large hammer and swung it lightly toward the Tatars’ direction. Under continuous attacks, the giant insect grew furious, raising its head to emit a sharp cry. The retreating swarms of insects swiftly regrouped and surged toward them.

Waiwai detested the wilderness completely—not only were there snakes, insects, rats, and ants, but also strange shadows drifting about. If the listing process had already begun or just launched, the stock price of the Liang Corporation would undoubtedly plummet terribly. On reflection, that might not be a bad thing.

In response, a childlike, chilling, wild laugh rang out. The source was Han Bai’s chest cavity; his head bowed deeply, black hair draping over his face, lending an eerie and dreadful air.

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Rich people sure knew how to play—hiring two young designers boasting major awards. They looked fresh out of college, hardly capable. Yet being favored by the new boss was perhaps a talent on its own. She had come initially to confide, to ask Aunt Jiang what to do about the matter. But seeing Aunt Jiang’s state now, she couldn’t bear to disturb her further or add to her worries. After all, she was just an outsider with no ties to the Lu family.

Gu Wenliang and Chi Chu felt a sharp ache seeing the scars on every vampire, as if those wounds had been inflicted on themselves. Zhang Lulu smiled faintly, then dressed and limped out of the room. Yesterday, they were still a happy family. The preciousness of life perhaps only truly revealed itself at such moments.

At that moment, Nan Wan entered with a group of secret guards, kneeling neatly before Emperor Yun. In truth, she needed first to locate where the Xue brothers were stationed, assess the local power and terrain—rescuing her mother was paramount; the Third Prince could wait. Though I still don’t understand what a loving couple’s relationship should be like, I know it’s definitely not like Su Mo and Si Yu.

Emperor Yun had long known of her arrival. After playing the flute for a while, he slowly set it down, looked up, and seeing her appearance and attire, understood completely.