Chapter 112: The New Governor

Am I being despised by my own father? Is it because I’m too fat? Because I’m not a stunning beauty? Because he can’t take me to the capital and sell me for a good price? Wang Heng sneered coldly in her heart. She always knew her father was a selfish, cold-hearted man who cared only for profit. The so-called bond between father and daughter was worthless to him. All he ever wanted was promotion, wealth, and family glory. His legitimate wife could be handed over to others without a second thought.

Spiritual energy of five different colors burst forth from five people, dazzling and radiant. Five distinct pressures converged simultaneously, causing the cobblestones beneath their feet to shatter instantly. Broken tiles and bricks floated in the air under the agitation of the spiritual energy, then disintegrated into dust.

Afterward, he began analyzing the use of the hook-scythe spear. The spearhead functioned like a normal spear for stabbing, while the barbs on the side could slash enemies or hook them to prevent escape. Such a formation made it clear to the opponent that this would be a direct confrontation with no tricks or deceit—no sneaky stratagems or feints.

The marquis said, “Very well, if that’s the case, we shall leave first.” He glanced at Li Yunhui and added, “Let’s go. From now on, we shouldn’t interfere with their affairs anymore.” Li Yunhui nodded and followed the marquis as they flew away together.

Kong Chaoyuan transmitted a delicate sound thread into Zhang Yuanhao’s ear, prompting him to immediately stop as the blood-red aura on his body gradually receded. The two spoke little but shared a tacit understanding; all burdens had been set aside, like reclusive cultivators concerned only with the simplicity of daily life.

The Crown Prince’s residence was vast. Yuzi mounted Ma Feng and rode for a full half-hour within the estate before reaching the gate. “Of course I’m not afraid. Senior Brother has always taken care of me. He’s always the first to rush forward in any situation. I’m used to it by now. Senior Brother Li Yunhui, I’ll take you to see the house at the back now!” Li Yunhui nodded and followed Qingyuan toward the rear building.

The Western Army had been on the march for a long time and was already exhausted, while the Jin Army, well-rested and prepared, would outlast them in a prolonged battle. Relying solely on his network in Nanjing, he could at best influence matters at Ying Tian Prefecture; beyond that, there was no way to penetrate higher levels—not even the Military Department or the regional Military Commissioner’s offices, much less the Inspection Commissioner or the Governor of Ying Tian. He had no say there.

Qin Mu was puzzled. The consciousness struggle within this man had nothing to do with them. Why, then, did he demand their departure the moment he spoke?

Dugu Mingzhu was so delighted she clapped her hands. She ran to claim the highest prize—a jade feather hairpin worth fifty guan—which naturally belonged to her. Moreover, Li Huaijie had other plans. Since An Lushan’s main force was now predominantly Khitan, why not seize the opportunity to claim it for himself? A well-equipped army of seventy thousand was undoubtedly a juicy prize in his eyes.

“All right, let’s go up as well.” Saying this, he released his grip on Malu, then turned and returned to the bridge.

“Brother Jili, I now entrust you with an extremely important task. I hope you will not spare any effort!” Zhao Xing said solemnly to Liu Jili.

More than ten years had passed, and this wooden house had long since fallen into ruin. Anyway, he had no intention of staying here any longer; this trip back was merely to settle a matter of the heart.

Why had Song Lian not arrived yet? It was not because he was too aloof to mingle with these wealthy merchants from Huai’an, nor was he showing attitude toward Yang Chao. The truth was, he was genuinely busy with other matters.

That morning, Su Jinbiao, president of Wisdom Software Company, came to Li Hao’s office and gently knocked on the door.

It must be understood that even battle beasts have their limits. Advancement is bound by talent, and low-level battle beasts are especially constrained by this iron rule. As for a low-level beast like Big White Rabbit, reaching the pinnacle of the second tier is its utmost limit. To advance further is not absolutely impossible, but the difficulty is extraordinarily great.