Chapter 66: The War Drums Sound Again

Upon hearing this, Lady Cai, shaped by the education she received since childhood, believed the Emperor’s words without hesitation. She rose in alarm, saying, “I am but a humble woman, rarely setting foot beyond my chambers; what could I possibly do for Your Majesty?”

Tang Yu replied, “I intend to go alone to persuade the mutinous soldiers, but I fear they may not trust my words. Yet you are the wife of Su Feibai, Commander, and the daughter-in-law of Chancellor Su. Your...”

By convention, one spirit stone could be exchanged for ten thousand gold coins, but few ever did so—gold was easy to come by, spirit stones were rare and precious.

Thus, the taxi delivered us to the entrance of Jintai Department Store. After Haijing paid the fare, she hurriedly dragged me out of the car.

With these thoughts, the steward could sit still no longer. He immediately took his leave from Yue Po, gathered his men, and set off to investigate, following the clues and tracking methods the Mistress of Moon Prism Palace had provided.

“Dad!” the child’s father called out helplessly, reluctantly withdrawing his broad hand.

In her memory, her master had always been a focused soul, whether on the path of cultivation or when handling mundane affairs. It was rare indeed to see him so lost in thought.

The lines had crumbled, the economy was severed, the buildings were gone. Though the players struggled on, the fall of the Radiant Continent was only a matter of time. How much longer could they persevere? Willpower? Endurance? Where would food come from? If their equipment broke, where could they repair it? They had already been bombed into utter destitution.

“I’ll kill you!” Morgana screamed, summoning her demon’s claw and raking it savagely toward Zheng Jian.

So much had happened in this time. I found myself agreeing with Xie Cunhui; life is simply life. It will not pity me or show me mercy simply because I weep.

As she spoke, her sultry gaze lingered on Zhang Minglang, as though I, Chen Sansan, sitting nearby, was nothing but a lifeless log.

“No wonder! No wonder I heard today that our school is getting a French exchange student! I was so foolish then—I thought it had nothing to do with me at all...” Mu Yang muttered with self-mockery.

“Of course, I feel bad!” Lin Xiaoxiao lifted her head and beamed at him, her smile bright as a thousand stars, while outside, the sky was a flawless blue.

“Young Master Qianyi!” Just as Gu Qianyi was lost in memory, the butler’s voice sounded at the door, breaking his reverie.

“Hello, brothers! My name is Zhang Yue.” Zhang Yue straightened and greeted them politely.

Chen Cao raised a finger to his lips in a shushing gesture, then vaulted onto the deck, creeping quietly toward the cabin. The two raincoated men inside, busy puffing smoke and sipping red wine, remained oblivious to Chen Cao’s approach under cover of night.

That was certainly impossible. The only way to let his loved ones live in peace was to terrify anyone who dared threaten them, to make them too afraid to even entertain the thought.

“Yes, boss!” Rodney flicked away his cigarette butt, spat in Ian’s direction, and gripped his gun by the stock.

Had it been any other man, such words would have melted his heart, but Chen Cao felt only revulsion, his stomach churning with nausea, nearly to the point of vomiting.

“So, why don’t the few of us go out together more often? Studying is important, but we need to balance work and play, don’t we?” Lin Yuhan suggested.

She spoke as she shifted her position, for a dense row of hidden spikes suddenly appeared where she’d just been perched on the branch.

Hong Yan’s discretion pleased Feng Wu greatly—the girl was reliable, not letting love cloud her judgment or spilling everything she knew. She would certainly make time to meet her again.