Chapter 32: Su Qi’s Scheme

Tang Yu endured the morning, and finally Ye Yue, frowning, agreed to end the martial training.

“Quick… My legs are weak,” Tang Yu sighed with relief and collapsed onto Ye Yue.

Ye Yue would never let anyone get close easily; instinctively, she tried to dodge, but then caught herself and wrapped Tang Yu up in her arms, helplessly saying, “Your Majesty, your body truly…”

“Wife? Why are you so happy? Are you really comfortable seeing me suffer?” Huo Lingfeng snapped, annoyed. This girl was always changing her attitude; as soon as the trouble passed, her smile returned. Well, if she weren’t so pure-hearted, he wouldn’t be so incapable of extricating himself now.

Suddenly, he raised his right hand, and a blue light shot out abruptly from his palm. Even before it reached Su Hongxiu, she felt a powerful wave of tingling numbness run through her body.

Chi Yin still followed behind them at a leisurely pace, occasionally raising his head to size up Gong Shaoqing with those gray-white eyes.

He tapped the gnarled branches, bored into diseased, rotting wood, his long tongue twisting out grubs, devouring all the moths and pests.

Feng Zhan let out a roar, and a circle of blue flames erupted around him. Wherever the blue fire spread, the death gods let out hissing cries of agony and then vanished.

“Bang bang bang…” Before he could finish speaking, gunfire erupted, bullets flying as if they cost nothing.

Chen Tangjing was still somewhat uneasy, having seen the tournament lineup, which was said to be the strongest in history. But after hearing Heng Shao’s words, he trusted him as always.

Tun Qin’s armed forces were quite formidable, controlling vast poppy fields and reigning as a local tyrant. Few outsiders dared to trespass in his territory, but today, an unexpected visitor arrived.

“Hey, I’ve got a temper! How dare you say I’m cheating? I clearly won!” Baozi shook his fist.

The giant anaconda grew furious, never expecting someone to cut in at such a critical moment, damn it—utterly unscrupulous. But neither hand dared relax; he couldn’t spare an inch, and Lu Kuangshan and the others were too far away to intervene.

For some reason, Qingfeng glimpsed a fleeting sadness on Prince Muyue’s face. But being cautious and sensible, he didn’t ask, only nodded earnestly.

The male Rakshasa clasped his hands, conjuring a blood-black sea reeking of iron, which surged toward the young man.

It turned out Ji Yunye had sent Ji Lingzhi with fifty thousand elite soldiers to infiltrate Beiyu through the unguarded Tianqian secret path. Taking advantage of the capital’s empty defenses, they coordinated with Pei Qijun’s one hundred thousand troops landing from the sea, capturing the imperial palace in a joint assault.

After this blow, Hua Mian gave instructions for two matters and then slept for seven days straight. During those seven days, she ate nothing except her medicine at set times. Wantao and Shuyu paced in anxious circles, often wanting to seek out the emperor, but she always stopped them.

“But with such a charming face, how could I bear to kill you…” Lu Li suddenly smiled with eerie delight, the sense of danger in Feng Nuo’s heart growing ever stronger, though noble pride kept him from bowing his head.

Prince Shanshan didn’t gulp down fine wine in one go, but instead held the ruby lips, savoring the liquor slowly with his tongue.

The next day, Shanshan and his companions retraced their route, detouring at Hou City to the southeast, heading for the Liaodong Peninsula. Liaodong had been developed early, with many Han settlers there, especially in agriculture, which flourished.

Thus, she yearned to go shopping to pass her idle time, but whenever she stepped out the door, her mother-in-law would assign a nanny to follow her, under the pretext of “protection.” Yet Tian Tian was annoyed; she disliked being watched and tracked.

Judging by the scene, this must be the Pharaoh’s grand hall, but now, instead of a living ruler, it housed a golden coffin that had held the Pharaoh’s remains for thousands of years.