Chapter 111: Forcing Li Jiuwei

Aunt, you look unwell.

I probably didn’t rest well last night.

Li Yuci wore an awkward expression; her hand hurt terribly. She withdrew it, putting some distance between herself and Li Jiuwei. Standing beside Shen Moxu, her gaze held a strange undertone.

“Take better care of yourself, Aunt.”

“Thank you for your concern, Moxu. Let’s go see Xinchun.”

Li Yuci took the initiative to hook her arm through Shen Moxu’s. His gaze, seemingly calm, fell.

Haines looked with satisfaction at the exhausted imperial generals before him and suddenly smiled mysteriously.

But he knew better than to say that out loud. He was still in their hands, after all, and he had long since made up his mind: coming to Beiqing, he would swallow his pride and play the humble fool. As long as he could bring back the several thousand soldiers and officers of Great Ming, anything would do.

He remembered that the assassin Drunkard had once said that if he wanted to uncover the one who had killed his hunter foster parents back then, he would first have to find the springhead if he hoped to have even the faintest chance.

The moment she stepped inside, she saw Arthur in a black outfit, and at his feet the drone that had already been split cleanly in two.

Molotov listened to those few words and slowly turned over their meaning in his mind. After mulling it over carefully, he felt there was some sense in it.

Before Chongyunzi could speak, the Crown Prince of Song had already opened his mouth. It seemed deliberate, as though he meant to test something.

Elisa shook her head at the side with an expression that said she could not stand him, and went on focusing on her examination of Murasame, who was still unconscious. Zargi stood nearby with folded arms, his face expressionless.

“...”

Erin withdrew from Regnar’s embrace. Looking at his earnest, resolute expression, she could only give a faint nod in the end.

“Brother... Shengxue, Shengxue is gone.”

Qi Tianle looked utterly flustered; his handsome face was filled with deep worry.

Huang Ying had told him to go to Jianghan District to find his aunt, and he had gone. Had he never considered the risks along the way?

These past days in Dongyong, aside from helping Moche keep the court stable and dealing with some of the matters left behind by Northern Liao, he had also kept constant watch on Moche’s movements in the southern frontier.

Back when Qin first ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor, one man ruled all under heaven, and the fate of the Central Plains gathered upon his person.

“You wretch, you ruined me like that, and you still have the nerve to show your face? Let’s see if I don’t beat you to death today!”

“Your Ladyship, are you returning to the palace, or...?” Fu Wanquan hurried up with a bowed, servile posture, asking with a cheerful smile.

When Jiu’er was awake, he did not dare make the slightest move. Now that Jiu’er was asleep, he could finally gaze at her without restraint.

Otherwise, the Central Plains would surely be shaken to its core, and everyone in the martial world would be in peril. Number One’s ambition had not died; he still wanted to accomplish the deeds of the First Emperor of Qin and Emperor Wu of Han.

No one dared make another sound. Even those holding up their phones to film lowered them at once.

Without giving the crowd time to wonder, the next instant the waves churned violently, white foam bursting up as enormous water serpents drilled through the surface and lunged viciously toward the few people on shore.

After saying that, King Liang said impatiently, “Just take care of yourself.” With that, he put an arm around Lady Xing and boarded the carriage.

Lan Mi was not paying attention to any of this. Her whole mind was focused on finding the gu worm. She searched for about half an hour, yet the worm still did not emerge, and Lan Mi grew so anxious that a fine sheen of sweat broke out on her forehead.

“All right, isn’t it just Feng Qiyue’s heart you want? I’ll cooperate.”

A gentle breeze swept by, and the grass undulated like waves. In Jiang Li’s eyes, there was only the great tree she had just leaned against; it was beneath that tree that she had awakened.

“Hello, can you hear me?” Xia Denghua’s voice came through, halting and broken, from faraway Europe.

I told Haozi that as soon as class is over, he should wait at the entrance of your classroom and help you get familiar with the school.