Chapter 48: The Gift

The servant did not expect Qu Bainan to return in the middle of the night, and his hand hesitated noticeably as he opened the door.

“Young Master Qu, why have you come back at this hour?”

Qu Bainan’s face darkened as he looked inside the room. “Where is Susu?”

“I don’t know.”

The servant shook his head...

“That’s right, this is it. The one I saw before was a fire-type lizard! I didn’t realize lizards come in so many varieties. Is this one a water-type lizard?” I asked.

The envoy from Guanzhong failed to exchange for Gan Ning this time. Though unwilling, he had no choice but to bring back the captured soldiers from Guanzhong.

“No, you’re no match for him. His moves are too many and so unpredictable. Let me handle it. You just watch closely here; it will do you a lot of good in the future,” Damon said. After all, battles involving the Divine Emperor were rare, and witnessing one could greatly aid future breakthroughs.

Seeing Xiao Chao suddenly become serious, He Bufan’s smile faded as he pondered deeply and consulted with He Peiqing.

He wanted to return, but he couldn’t without orders. How could Qi Lu focus on his duties? How could he calm his restless heart?

Now, he wished to protect her wholeheartedly. Xu Ziling put down his lunchbox, stood up, and took the nearby coat to cover her.

“Is there a difference? That’s the name the old Russians took for the land later!” Yu Wuming harbored deep resentment over the 1.5 million square kilometers seized by the Russians.

A tide of unwillingness and anger surged within her. Mu Sen clearly saw her with another man—why could he still accept her?

Chu Han had never found anyone so difficult to deal with. “Difficult” might be an overstatement... but in Chu Han’s view, Xie Ke’s reaction was truly unexpected.

After the plundering, the Caivei Palace looked like flowers and trees bent and broken by a fierce wind; the once elegant and delicate petals were stripped away, leaving only scattered broken branches and leaves hanging sparsely.

Nangong Min continued to observe the cityscape. The street was three zhang wide, paved with smooth, green-blue stone slabs. Lining both sides were green trees and red flowers, creating a pleasant scene. Pedestrians came and went peacefully enough.

Yang Aruo’s handsome face was now flushed with shame. She wished she could find a hole to hide in. What was she thinking earlier—to harbor such a misunderstanding about Lord Pei? Truly, her heart had been clouded.

Di Feiyuan’s ears throbbed painfully and felt swollen, yet he remained very quiet. The thought of being taken to see Yan Yan made him unbearably happy.

However, He Jin had once saved his life; no matter what, he could never betray him. Although He Jin had become somewhat distant, he had not done anything extreme against him so far. Therefore, betrayal was out of the question.

Watching Feng Lun’s carriage fade into the distance, Ren Pingsheng repeatedly mulled over Feng Lun’s last words, feeling as if a knot in his heart remained untied.

Feeling guilty under its reproachful gaze, he looked again at the monks from Jinshan Temple who had already turned back. What was the point of keeping the others here?

His face bore a solemn expression, which made me chuckle softly. After finishing the snack, Feng Ziling called a maid to bring me a large coat to wear. Then, pulling me out of the courtyard, he mounted his horse and headed straight outside the city.

Jiang Qiurong’s tall figure stood firmly at the doorway. Her hands were thrust deep into her coat pockets as she gazed coldly at the crowd.

Just as the silver whip collided with her sword’s white serpent, a sharp clash rang out, and a blinding white light burst forth from where their weapons met.

“Gong Mingyuan! Are you even a man? All you ever do is rely on formations?” Bai Zhiyun glanced around inside, calming herself, though outwardly she still shouted angrily.