Can Knowing Too Much Also Get You Hung and Burned?

Clip-clop, clip-clop.
A rapid succession of hoofbeats echoed through the air, shattering the thin layer of ice and snow on the road. The peasants hired to clear the snow immediately stepped aside, not daring to obstruct the approaching rider.
Before long, more knights appeared.
The Capuan knights surrounded Abelard, escorting him as they slowly drew closer to the nearby city of Gaeta.
"We've finally arrived."
Abelard let out a long sigh of relief, his mood...

Liu Jian gave a bitter smile. "I thought Your Imperial Brother came to see me, but I never imagined it was for her sake." Yet, he felt no disappointment. In normal times, even if the Empress Dowager met with disaster, Abelard might not have come to see him; at the very least, this proved that the lingering fury in his heart was gradually subsiding.

Black locust was the tree species of choice. It grew rapidly, yielding tough wood with a fine grain suitable for construction, railway sleepers, vehicles, and farm tools. Its leaves contained crude protein and could be used as fodder; its flowers were an excellent nectar source for bees, and its seeds could be pressed for oil used in the manufacture of soap and paint. Most importantly, black locust was well-suited for planting in saline-alkaline soil.

"Bingqin, go and find out if this matter is true. If it is..." Consort Hui did not finish her sentence, her eyes merely sweeping over Bingqin. Her own days were numbered, but she had to find a way out for Bingqin. Having followed her for so many years, the girl could not simply be buried away in the depths of the imperial palace.

After transforming into Xia Luokui, she had tasted many fine teas, but none possessed the pure fragrance and moisture of this cup.

Only after his burst of joy did Mo Jingran notice her cold expression, which even carried a trace of faint resentment.

Because Long Haoran had genuinely attempted to assassinate the Emperor, Long Jinyu had walked out of the court with a gloomy face, not uttering a single word. Meanwhile, Helan Yao and Long Shaoyan had already offered extremely generous terms to Long Jinyu's maternal grandfather. Furthermore, Long Jinyu had never harbored any desire to ascend the throne, so his grandfather naturally supported Long Shaoyan.

With a melancholy sigh, she realized that by taking this step, she would henceforth be forced into a passive position no matter what transpired.

Blood-Mad and the president of the Esports Club exchanged glances, both seeing a look of profound admiration in the other's eyes.

"Father has always been pressing him to take a consort, but he never takes it seriously. Who would have thought his romantic destiny would lie in Great Liu? Very well, let a Central Plains maiden set him straight, and perhaps it will teach him to assist Father in handling state affairs sooner rather than idling away his days every single time," she said, pinching the bridge of her nose with a hint of exhaustion.

"Yet it was because of her that all of this happened ahead of time. If the Emperor had not risked his own life to save her this time, how could he have courted such danger? Do not speak on her behalf; if this grievance pent up in my heart is not avenged by punishing her, I will never be able to let it go," the Empress Dowager declared stubbornly.

Hearing the voice over the radio, the newly inaugurated commanders reflexively tried to dodge, but it was already too late. Ying Si had already made his move; the moment the insignia appeared on their shoulder tabs, he knew they were substitute commanders for the team.

This severely disrupted Zheng Ji's private life. Every time he left his home or departed from the company after work, he had to dodge and weave like a secret agent to evade the omnipresent prying eyes of the paparazzi. Even so, there was once when he was nearly tracked all the way back to his residential area at Clear Water Lake.

Of course, Xin Ye only dared to vent the second half of that sentence silently in his heart; he would never dare to actually speak it aloud.

The cameraman performed admirably, giving Su Zimo a close-up shot that was projected directly onto the giant screen above the stage.

The bizarre lyrics and eccentric dance startled everyone present, causing them to involuntarily take a step back together, further expanding the open space in the center.

With every punch thrown, vast expanses of vacuum appeared within the void. Every single time a fist was thrust outward, the resulting explosive roar was enough to shatter the wits of ordinary martial artists at the Profound Realm. Such terrifying might was simply awe-inspiring.