Chapter 97: The Empire

Yewse Wang’s account can be settled slowly.

Deng Ken now holds the advantage of initiating war; in the future, even if he intends to kill Yewse Wang, no one can say a word.

To be honest, Yewse Wang’s heart stirred for Yigan’s beauty—this was nothing unusual; in this era of constant warfare, the strong possessing beauties was only natural. But he could not act this way—it was shameful, unworthy of a king’s bearing, for he had already defeated Dingtajiel face-to-face on the battlefield.

The ones he maintained contact with were cancer patients under social care; the other thirty patients had special identities and were only lightly connected with him, yet these thirty people from society all got along well with him.

The three looked at each other, unsure what to say next. This shock was far more unbelievable than hearing Lu Tianyu had entered the competition.

Tell them, never, never bother me again—I’m already taken.

What? Originally you wanted to eliminate Yun Tianyang and Elder Liu, but now you’ve suddenly changed your attitude?

He didn’t catch the fox, only got himself covered in stink. When Chen Ling thought of this, he couldn’t help but sigh and smile bitterly.

As the Sighing Elder had said, if this work weren’t a calligraphy copy but something else, they certainly wouldn’t have given up so easily.

It was mere baseless speculation, with no evidence whatsoever—no matter how much he thought about it, it was useless. That was Yang Tianlie’s attitude.

Laughing Maitreya’s words saved the greedy hunter’s face. He snorted, turned, and walked away. The unremarkable dwarf followed him.

Yang Fan smiled helplessly. Never mind who could kill him—the key was that Rui Xue, in her current state, hadn’t realized she’d been running for half a day without moving an inch.

Swart nodded upon hearing this and spoke softly: “Do as you wish.” Then he walked to the side and stood beside Sun Yan, gazing calmly at the Fox Hunter.

On the path of love, three people together are always too crowded. Fine, I’ll step out—you two go on, I’ll walk my own way.

Because of Bai Qihao’s earlier actions, Su Wan, who had wanted to remain invisible, was now exposed to everyone’s gaze. Fortunately, the arrival of the Emperor and others diverted those stares.

Seeing Jin Qihao storm out the door, Zhao Baor no longer made a fuss—she followed after him.

Everyone shuddered; even servants in the mansion dared to try escaping, yet Fan Yin remained obedient, quietly staying by Qinting’s side.

Her departure this time would likely last a long while—perfect timing to use this period to ease the emotional barrier in her heart.

Ye Ke’s movements were extremely agile. While Jian was still worrying about his hand, Ye Ke struck at the root of the problem—he kicked Jian’s knee, and Jian collapsed to the ground with a thud.

“Du Shaobai, if you dare show me that lovestruck look again, you’ll regret it~” The drawn-out tone erased the last trace of discomfort in Du Shaobai’s heart, leaving only a chill.

Snowflakes landed in her palm, felt only as tiny bits of cold—when she looked, there was nothing there.

According to the principle of “equal family status,” if one marries a prince of the realm, one must come from a distinguished family.

Lan Yuchen felt pity for Lin Xiaoxiao and was grateful he had woken in time to prevent a tragedy.

After dropping cow tears into her eyes, Wei Jiali felt a cool sensation, followed by a slight stinging.

Xu Ping’an hesitated, then pulled out his phone, pulled up Chen Qingshan’s number, and dialed. The call connected quickly. “Ping’an, what is it?” Chen Qingshan’s voice came through.

Now, the only things left on him that carried Lu Li’s memories were a photo of them together and a recording of her singing.

Before she could continue troubling Xiang Yue’e, Xiang Yue’e picked up the items Gao Shu and Gao Shu had packed for her, took the address she’d gotten from Yingzi’s parents, and boarded the train back to Xicheng.