Volume 1, Chapter 39: Whose Child Are You Carrying?

Uncle Zhao felt awkward and glanced at Fu Zhixun, who remained calm, though a hint of a smile flickered in the corners of his eyes.

Ming Shu, however, felt no such awkwardness. She looked at Uncle Zhao with bright, curious eyes, determined to get to the bottom of it.

Uncle Zhao had no choice but to grit out two words: "Medication."

Ming Shu understood: "No wonder I felt things were strange between the Marquis and his wife today. Several times, I noticed a sense of hatred in the Marchioness's eyes. If that’s the case, then everything makes sense."

Nan Ming looked at Si Mo, his heart stirred by memories he had buried for ten years. During the Battle of Jingzhou, it was Si Mo who, as the vanguard for Batu, led an army of three hundred thousand to launch a surprise attack. That was why the General, lacking reinforcements and caught completely off guard, was unable to defend the city and fell on the battlefield.

The centurions maintaining the formation realized this was unsustainable; the emotions of the soldiers and the populace were far too fervent, and should any accident occur, the consequences would be dire.

The awakened one on the rooftop, who was summoning ice spikes, had only unleashed two volleys of ice rain before a high-speed, flying scimitar severed his cervical vertebrae.

Cang Yuan and Qianji always had the same amount of wine, but Qianji was always the first to finish his! Thus, this scene played out almost every day.

Yu Xinyuan said, "Fang Zhengwu said a little, but he refused to speak on the crucial parts. I understand—what happens to a beautiful young girl in the hands of the invaders is something everyone knows, yet no one can bear to utter." He spoke haltingly, but Lu Sixia understood his meaning perfectly.

One after another, they were all rushing to the palace just because Xu Yang had committed suicide in the Dali Temple prison out of fear of punishment for his corruption.

Because the defensive light sphere had to cover a military formation of six hundred men, its surface area was vast. Precisely because it was so large, it had to endure even more of the arrow rain. Under this relentless barrage, Uncle Qiang and the General were already struggling to hold on.

Upon hearing Jiu Huang's words, Qin Jue revealed a faint, subtle smile. He did not answer, but his silence served as the best possible response.

"Otherwise, let’s just forget it," Gu Chen said. In any case, even without the Spirit Nether Flower, the other medicinal ingredients would suffice; there hadn't been much hope of collecting them all to begin with.

Did Sun Wukong use the Great Yu's Divine Needle to scoop the moon from the bottom of the sea? The aquatic tribes were routed, and the turbid waves churned into the void! The Dragon Kings of the Four Seas flew to the Jade Emperor to file an imperial complaint! The Jade Emperor declared that the Great Sage Equal to Heaven had transcended the Three Realms and was no longer bound by the Five Elements! Having wreaked havoc in Heaven all those years ago, he startled the Tathagata Buddha and was subsequently pinned beneath the Five Finger Mountain for five hundred years?

While the "Tax-to-Acre" policy could increase fiscal revenue and improve population statistics, the problem remained evident: a weak sense of civic consciousness, which severed the public's sense of responsibility toward society.

The most criticized aspect of ancient imperial armies was the practice of selecting the bravest and most skilled soldiers to form personal guards for frontline combat. As a time-traveler, Yang Lin had intended to change this, but resources were scarce in ancient times and qualified soldiers were rare. Forced by necessity, Yang Lin had no choice but to form his own personal guard—the Musket Battalion.

Suddenly bound, Kong felt a sense of relief. Although he did not know which great power had intervened, it had at least bought him a moment to catch his breath. As for what would happen next, even he did not know.

Walking out of the hotel and seeing the two cartons of cigarettes in Huang Shouzhi's hands, Xue Yuxiang gave his arm a fierce pinch.

The "Tail-Whip" strike came with lightning speed, and Adoxing's claw technique was even more exquisite. Zhang Zhuling's light-body technique was mediocre, and he was relying mostly on his internal energy to maneuver; he truly could not dodge this blow.

But these shots were all stationary. Lin Xiaofan guessed that it was Leebil who had fixed the cameras in place, which was why the footage only showed static scenes.

He took what Baluntan handed him—an exquisite dagger with fine, intricate patterns on the hilt. Leebil drew the blade from its scabbard, and a cold, gleaming dagger appeared before his eyes.