Volume One, Chapter 98: If Only I Had Known Then What I Know Now
Qin Bao wore a humble expression and said, “Senior Brother, you flatter me. It is only through His Majesty’s planning and your care that I have succeeded. Without His Majesty’s years of strategy and the Ma family you recommended, victory would have been impossible.”
It wasn’t just Old Mrs. Jiang who was worried; now, everyone in the Luo family was anxious. The moment the topic of Luo Siniang’s marriage came up, the entire household fell into sour moods.
After leaving the airport, Qin Feng’s first act was to check his phone for the information Xuanwu had sent him about the major Japanese strongholds scattered throughout Yun City.
The driver, a sergeant, glanced back at them, offering a faint, bittersweet smile—one tinged with sympathy and a hint of admiration—but said nothing.
Ten days later, Zhai Shitong came to inspect the construction site. Zhang Yuqing, Feng Guoting, and others deliberately quarreled with him. Zhang Yuqing feigned a fall and used a carving knife to strike Zhai Shijie’s back, reactivating an old wound. Akamana then took Zhai Shijie to the Thunder Sound Temple at Moonlight Spring to heal and lay low.
Taking advantage of Chu Wanting turning away to place the washed towels and clothes into the dryer, she quickly shook her head, inhaled deeply, and calmed herself.
Nian Bai was at a loss; startled by Gu Yan’s sudden pull, she collided into his body, a delicate fragrance surrounding them—the unique scent that belonged solely to Gu Yan.
However, King Mans of the Manse Kingdom suffered torment of the mind, while the innocent souls who had died endured suffering all too real and tangible. Their lives were lost forever; the departed could not be reclaimed.
As dawn broke faintly, Yan Lihua heard noises from the Yan family courtyard. She stiffly moved her body, which had grown rigid from sitting still all night.
Li Hai gripped the control stick tightly, striving to keep the fighter jet stable as he slowly descended altitude, inching down with careful precision.
Just as steward Hu set out from Jin City with his carriage, four masked men wielding large blades blocked his path.
Shen Wanyuan had never taken this old steward seriously; after all, he was merely a servant running errands under orders.
Sure enough, shortly after, chaotic footsteps sounded from behind as the other bandits gave chase.
“Since this is from Mom, I’ll accept it. Thank you, Mom,” Wen Jiu said obediently.
This was one of the world’s most common eerie phenomena: the door would be mysteriously knocked on, each time with exactly four knocks.
“The black market of the imperial capital isn’t within the city itself but lies beyond, a hundred miles south of the city—this is the utmost tolerance the royal family permits,” Qin Shou explained.
“You’re the leader of this Qingwu team, aren’t you?” Yue Fei suddenly asked, leaving everyone present puzzled.
Two days ago, when the spatial portal collapsed, she was swept here by the turbulent forces of space. Even with the royal treasure protecting her, she was badly injured. The spatial power had infiltrated her body, blocking her meridians, rendering her unable to wield spiritual energy for the time being.
Concubine Zhou was tied up, and Lady Zhao was mentally dazed. Helpless, the kind-hearted Lady Li followed the men out as well.
Paleness could be ruthless and decisive, but in this situation... never before had Paleness hesitated so deeply.
According to the system’s danger rating, anything above five stars was usually terrible—those who deceived others for resources or crushed their own kind. They were rated seven stars not because of the number of people they killed, but because they not only killed but also treated their victims as food.
“Sigh,” Lin Yi let out a helpless sigh, feeling he had been too impulsive. Yet he had no regrets. If given the chance to choose again, he would make the same choice. After all, Su Mengying was the one he loved most—how could he let her suffer so much without seeking revenge on her behalf?