Chapter 135: Li Shimin's Alarming Discovery

Inside Jinyang City.

Following Cui Wenjin's departure, Fu Zihou calmed his mind and set about managing the affairs of the Eagle-Swooping Mansion.

In the past, Pan Changwen had secretly colluded with quite a few aristocratic clans in Taiyuan. Once Fu Zihou uncovered this, he immediately began taking action.

For a time, the entire Taiyuan was gripped by tension. Many officials and noble families were panic-stricken, running everywhere to plead for mercy and pull strings, terrified of being implicated.

Had it been an official newly transferred from elsewhere...

Ye Guochen felt as though he were merely a spectator, an audience member who had come to watch a performance.

Meanwhile, Shen Haotian returned to Hua's corporation and headed straight for Hua Buyu's office.

Seeing that Ruxue had no intention whatsoever of giving him a cup, Ye Guochen finally lost his patience. He reached out to snatch the other cup of Frappuccino from Ruxue's hands, but was blocked by a movement from her. Ruxue hugged the remaining cup, retreated slightly toward the car door, and looked at Ye Guochen with a panicked expression.

In the eyes of the two commandery princesses, Li Mu's gaze was filled with boundless tenderness, unutterable yearning, and endless joy...

Abruptly, the wolf demon flickered its hand, its figure swaying as it materialized into the true form of a green wolf. The bear demon stepped out of the pavilion, unwilling to be outdone, revealing its full ursine form.

"By the way, Uncle He Fu, are the Li family siblings who came with me still here?" Zhao Mufang suddenly remembered Li Bingkun and Li Zijun, wondering how well they were enjoying themselves here.

Thus, the three of them began discussing their insights into cultivation techniques and spellcraft, and even compared notes on combat moves—though strictly just the moves, since not even spiritual energy could be channeled here. Occasionally, they would pull out a deck of playing cards to pass the time.

"Go, Muyuan. This is the reward you deserve." Hearing his master's consent, Muyuan paid no heed to the remaining words and walked straight toward the ice coffin.

It was a scabbard, pitch-black on the outside and entwined with golden patterns. Under the sunlight, the golden patterns emitted a shimmering, flowing luster.

Everyone bowed in salute to Tan Tian, and soon after, teleportation lights illuminated the grand hall, conveying them all to Thornton's flagship.

Though Bu Qi harbored some doubts, he kept them to himself. After all, he was merely here to collect a reward for escorting cargo; why bother sticking his nose into unrelated matters?

Old Sima, whose real name was Han Jin, possessed a composure and seasoned maturity in competition that were exceedingly rare among his peers.

This forced the youth surnamed Jiang to discard his previous contempt, his expression turning grave. Could it be that the few idiots under his command earlier had truly offended someone they could not afford to provoke?

Sun Yanling, in particular—it was precisely to prevent him from stirring up trouble that he had gone to such lengths to have Kong Sizhen brought into the palace. How could he possibly allow him to come in and question things?

Following the sound of his voice, I saw those cold slabs of marble unfold my reflection inch by inch in the dimly lit space, exposing me entirely to Zhang Minglang's gaze.

My face burned with heat. It felt as though the slap from Huang Simin, which hadn't even fully healed with an ice pack, had just been struck again, making the pain even sharper.

At this point, Mr. Bian's eyes turned slightly red, making it look as though this father was indeed driven to utter desperation.

Luo Tian was dressed in a well-fitting black short-sleeved shirt and black trousers. Before Fan Mu and Fesch could grab him, he caught sight of his mother standing behind them.

The other two candidates were trying out for the support and mid-laner positions respectively, posing no threat to Zhang Xiyan.

Therefore, seeing that the Hongtang troops on one side of the valley were fiercely engaged in battle with Dorgon's—or rather, Dassing's—three-and-thirty thousand Han troops, the commanding general of the Qingxi garrison waved his massive hand, and a force of twenty thousand surged forward to charge the rear flank of the Hongtang army.

Gu Jiaqi nodded, quite satisfied with his own idea; acting as a thief allowed for greater deception than serving as a soldier.

Since he lacked the power to resist, Chu Huaiixian accepted it all: "I'll trouble Mother to make the decision; any day will do." This casual remark stung Madam Chu once more. Championing Miss Zhuang, she retorted, "You can never keep this bowl of water balanced." Before Miss Zhuang had even crossed the threshold, Madam Chu was already sympathizing with her.