Chapter 44: The Future Crown Princess of the Feng Family

Li Jiuwei keenly sensed that Ye Chu did not like her. Before Li Jiuwei could speak, Ye Chu smiled and walked away. After she left, Shang Ningning pouted and said, "Miss Li, don't take it to heart. Ye Chu is part of the Crown Prince's circle—she's always had her nose in the air."

"Crown Prince's circle?"

"Yes, Miss Li, you might not know this, but Ye Chu and the Crown Prince have been childhood friends. In his circle, she's everyone’s favorite. In fact, anyone with eyes can see she likes the Crown Prince."

"Hey! Why is the housekeeping here so different from the other units?" The slightly chubby Staff Officer Li had been silent for some time, but as soon as they entered Dorm Four, he couldn’t help but cry out.

But why were both of my arms pinned against the tree by Xia Haoyu’s hands, and why was there a rope appearing around my wrists? What... what was Xia Haoyu planning to do?

"My lord, I will surely keep the strategist’s words in mind and dare not forget them. However, General Taishi must remain at your and the strategist’s side, or I cannot be at ease!" Xu Huang declared.

Early the next morning, Wu Song bid farewell to Old Master Liu. The old man tried several times to persuade him to stay, but to no avail, and had to send him off with thirty taels of silver each. Wu Song did not refuse.

From this, it was clear that this young necromancer was adept in all elements—water, fire, wood, and metal—using them with ease. In this regard, Zhuzha truly stood no chance.

"Lower lifeforms..." Jia Zhengjin’s expression twitched, but he could not deny it. The dragon race did indeed look down on most other races, always presenting themselves as superior.

Reports of shops at tourist attractions ripping off customers were all too common; as soon as this was mentioned, voices of agreement erupted, and the entire antique shop was thrown into a noisy uproar.

"Mo Qian, that feels so good..." Ye Weiliang felt filled to the brim, unable to describe the pleasure.

I hurriedly took two bites of sweet potato, just about to run, when a hand reached out from behind and grabbed me. The scarf wrapped around my neck, making me uncomfortable, and as I turned my face away, I saw Xia Haoyu’s fierce, menacing face.

"You… why are you taking a shower?" I wanted to ask bluntly, did you two... do it? But as the words reached my lips, I ended up saying it like this.

What made the guards tremble was the wailing of still-breathing comrades behind Zijian. Some had been cut in half at the waist but were still alive, and the deck was littered with mangled corpses, providing a gruesome backdrop for Zijian.

In the dim candlelight, the man’s ears burned red. He turned, almost stumbling over his own feet, walked to the bed, lifted the covers, and lay down.

Time flowed like water. In the blink of an eye, it was the tenth year of Jianwu. Ever since that incident, Jiang Cheng had ordered a change of era name, and now ten years had passed.

"The end of the Dao?" As Jiang Cheng came to enlightenment, he casually saw the eternal pathways of the Dao manifest within the chaos.

Most people had been oppressed by Zhang Caitong to the point of despair, but now Zijian had killed him, giving them a way to survive. Moreover, apart from eliminating Zhang Caitong and his thugs, Zijian had not troubled the ordinary tenant farmers of the Zhang family village.

On this outing, Chen Zijian enjoyed himself thoroughly, and was even happier that Keqing and Keya had arrived at Zhangjia City.

As for him, he never should have appeared in Fengyin’s life. Now that he had occupied so much of Fengyin’s years, it was already more than enough.

Relying on the resonance of the demonic seed, Wu Hao finally sensed what was happening on the other side of the jade talisman.

Lu Yanhe burst into laughter without holding back, as if he had returned to their carefree days of the past.

It was a retreat born of necessity—the wind blades unleashed from those scimitars were already powerful enough to break through the armor of noble war chariots.

To defeat a deity within a thousand years was utter fantasy—an impossible task.

"It wasn’t my royal sister who said this; it was my own analysis!" Princess Yun Jing lifted her chin.