Chapter 136: I've Said Enough This Time, Haven't I?

“Are you ready?”

At Xu Ze’s words, everyone suddenly woke from their daze. Glancing at the time, nearly an hour had already passed.

Watching Xu Ze compose on the spot was truly an artistic delight.

Only now did they realize that arranging music could be done so swiftly.

Perhaps this was the mark of a genius.

At that moment, Xu Ze beckoned to Sun Na, who immediately understood and handed him a notebook and pen.

“I won’t agree to that,” Yu Yunsheng said weakly, smiling faintly. In his heart, only Qi Luan was his wife.

To the children, Ji Fengyan’s presence was like that of a deity, dispelling darkness and bringing hope to their lives.

His posture remained upright, his features steadfast, just as Han Shenyang remembered him—as if no change had touched him in all these years, save for the wrinkles on his face and the gray in his hair.

Moreover, beneath the stage, the audience was not merely silent spectators but also devoted fans, cheering and shouting in support.

“Then I shall wait until Lord Hou’s health improves before leaving the capital,” she said, conceding at last.

Ruixue immediately covered her mouth, feigning surprise. Princes… just days ago, she had heard about the squabbles over inheritance among the Song family brothers, and now the princes themselves were embroiled as well. Could that position truly be so desirable?

“According to this servant, it must be her—there’s no mistake,” Yin Qin said, fanning Chujian as they entered the hall.

Ji Fengyan nodded slightly. He could understand why the Pingcheng soldiers were so astonished; many refugees had come to Pingcheng recently, but never before had there been such a grand mobilization—even the regular army had been dispatched personally to escort someone.

He didn’t see anything resembling money in that illegible scribble. He tried to take out a universal currency for comparison but rummaged through his pockets in vain—not a single coin could be found.

“I’m a bit hungry,” Luke said unexpectedly, his mouth moving silently for a few seconds before uttering this puzzling remark.

We often see newly formed nations attempting to mythologize themselves. Compared to unstable regimes, this might have some benefit. Yet no one foresees the calamities such deification can bring upon a nation and its people.

“Shaohuang… you bastard!” Ye Jin glared furiously at Shaohuang, who was diligently watering him with the Nine Yang Sacred Water like a devoted gardener.

Such actions were tantamount to spilling the already scarce blood of the Chinese nation, exhausting its precious vitality completely. If that was the case, such behavior was not to be supported.

But Ye Qing was a man of broad mind, never inclined to compare himself with others. He smiled faintly and let it go.

In his mind, only one image remained: Ye Xiangwan stitching his wounds with silver needles, the sight so bloody it was almost unbearable.

The eerie glow emanating from the black clay pot possessed formidable corrosive power, even Song Yun marveled at it. Yet now, the glow seemed utterly ineffective, unable to harm even a single hair on the beast.

The music blared loudly, lights flashed in myriad colors, and the bar was dimly lit. Amidst the laughter, shouting, smoke, and swirling clouds of vapor, the scene was chaotic and disorderly.

Once movements on the upper floors were detected, they immediately drew attacks from the Spanish Republican Army. Especially on rooftops where Spanish soldiers were already stationed, some necessary assaults severely compromised the secrecy of their operations.

Ye Miyoshi didn’t know how to begin; the truth was so cruel, he could not bear to tell Lin Xiangwan.

Isn’t the world vast and boundless? Then why did she encounter him again? The man before her was, in fact, the very one from yesterday morning!